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[hathycol]

This is a fairly random assortment of stuff, being mostly crapped out of my brain as I go, so apologies if it makes no sense.

FIRSTLY: I went to Aberdeen for the last two days. This was lovely indeed. It wasn't grey, which was a vast change from the last time I went to Aberdeen.

(The last time I went to Aberdeen, I was seventeen. I had just got my AS-Level results and realised that I wasn't as thick as I was afraid of, and could go to university in Scotland like I wanted. I had only had three driving lessons ever by this point and was afraid of it, mostly. Dad drove me up, and we spent three days arsing around in Scotland. I was really gutted to find that they didn't have deep-fried Mars Bars. Dad taught me Why Tennants Is Evil, and I had my first ever curry. I loved the uni, and actually would have gone, if I hadn't got into St Andrews.)

I took the train, and watched the sea in between trying to read War and Peace, as I feel this is something I should do in my life and it can't be worse than Crime and Punishment. We didn't do much - although by sheer coincidence we found the place I had my first ever curry with Dad ("it's purple, with tigers" was my memory, luckily they hadn't redecorated). It was lovely, also as a chance to get out of St Andrews.

SECONDLY: We also went to see Star Trek. This was not my suggestion - I wanted to see Terminator - but I wasn't going to argue with it. I realise I am the last to the party with this, but I think this film is the closest they'll ever get to saying 'fuck' in Star Trek. For those not familiar with a certain element of Scottish vernacular:

"Do you see any other hungry Starfleet officers around here?"

"Me."

"Get tae - you?!"

For anyone who has not drank in certain Scottish pubs, "get tae fuck!" is pretty much a battle cry in certain places, notably Glasgow. I giggled, anyway.

Also, loneraven writes beautiful fic. You probably know this. I don't recommend her enough, but I insist that you all go out RIGHT NOW and read In Service. There's Scotty, McCoy, impermeable membranes, boxes, a lot of alcohol. And Vulcans. It's wonderful. There aren't any Hibs supporters, though.

THIRDLY: I am, er, putting on weight. Sort of. All my clothes continue to fit me as before, except in one area, as my bust is Mysteriously Bigger. This in itself is not a particular problem, but I have just discovered that it has fucked up all my plans for the graduation ball. My beautiful, beautiful dress that is a size too small for my anyway is no way going to fit around me even if I don't eat anything whatsoever for a week and possibly also go mad on laxatives. Also that is somewhat insane. I generally accept my body shape - I know I need to exercise more, but hell, who doesn't want bigger boobs when they turn up free? However, I REALLY LOVE THIS DRESS. Also, my other options are Goth Princess, which is a dress I love but feel a little too old for now, and the one I've worn to two other occasions this year. I know it sounds vain, but it's my last ball and I really wanted to wear that dress; it always makes me feel sort of special and stuff. There is nowhere in town I can buy/afford a new ballgown. Katie is not currently in, so I can't raid her wardrobe, although hopefully she'll be about over the weekend so I can go and beg. Failing that, I'm going to go and putter around charity shops this weekend and hope like hell.

FOURTHLY: My compensation thingy has been settled. The cheque is on its way; as a part of the deal, I'm being offered free physiotherapy in Glenrothes which starts on Monday. Does mean I have to take The Devil Car out again (buggar, that'll be two long journeys in a week) but hell, I'm not going to argue. Also means I can replace The Devil Car. Thank fuck for that.

FIFTHLY: I am graduating next week. Fuckadoodle. Luckily I fit into my graduating clothes, if not the ballgown. I will be wearing, for those interested, a black skirt, a white blouse, and 'nude hoiserie' which sounds kinkier than it is. I have to wear this, I hasten to point out. It feels a lot like my old school uniform, but less religious. Also it means my tattoo will be on show, though, which is a buggar. Never mind.

And now I am going to watch Deep Space Nine. It is a bit pants but I am quite loving it to. Is it me or is Gul Dukat currently the most interesting thing to be happening after The Loveliness Of Bashier (which frankly I picked up on aged ten)? I'll admit I'm all of three episodes into the first season, though...

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[ann-pan.livejournal.com]

hooray for big boobs!



I don't know what size you are, and I expect they'd probably be too big for you, but I have a few size 12 and 14 dresses you could borrow? They're not the best dresses (unfortunately I sent my really nice ones home as I thought I wouldn't need them anymore; and now I'm coming down for the grad ball), but you are very welcome to borrow if you can't find anything else.

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

I will let you know; I'm currently waiting on Katie and some of the girls at work, who are unfortunately all significantly taller than me. Thank you for the offer though!

[moralrelativist.livejournal.com]

I don't know if this is possible (it isn't with some kinds of dresses, apparently), but could you take the Awesome Graduation Dress of Rassilon to the alteration shop and have it let out in the bust a little, so you can still wear it to the ball? Just a thought.

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

I spoke to some friends at work, one of whom is a fashon graduate and the other who is currently working on a fashion degree. Both inform me there's no way in hell, as there's not enough give in the material. WOE.

[tau_sigma]

I have a similar problem with ball dresses; I have utterly failed to find a new dress that is a) nice and b) not ridiculously expensive, but my fallback dress, it turns out, has a certain element of 'oh hai, look at my BREASTS!' which is not entirely what I want...

Clothes for graduation are also causing me problems at the moment, I just can't find any clothes that I like and are appropriate. ARGH.

Yay on compensation, I'm glad that's sorted. :)

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

At least for graduation I'm basically forced into two things I already wear, which is helpful.

I CANNOT FIND A NICE DRESS. I am resorting to calling in favours at people and asking my mum. Oiy.