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Sep. 2nd, 2005 03:14 pmMwhahahaha! My mother wanted me to go camping - which I wasn't too happy about, to say the least. But! My wonderful fabulous beautiful amazing perfect friend called and asked me if I wanted to go and sleep over at her house - obviously I jumped at this and will go cackling over there in a mood of jubilance tomorrow instead of setting off in a deep gloom to go sleep under canvas and play cricket on the beach. Which would have been torture. And! My wonderful fabulous etc. friend is also seeing if we can go and see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Johnny Depp! So a weekend that looked set to be filled with canvas and crappy cooking and sun and outdoors and sports, is now filled with films and giggling and sweets and fun and lazyness! Hooray for Nicola! *hugs her and keeps her*
For other fun news and joy, see beyond the lj-cut thing so I don't completely clutter up this page.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 03:57 pmOk, so right now I'm totally alone in the house because my mother and my small sister have begoned away to take my grandmother back to Nottingham and they won't be back until some weird time tomorrow.
I was going to go, but then the period cramps from hell arrived and I can barely waddle about the house so I didn't want to a) have to sit in a car for two straight hours, probably more because they'll hit rush hour, b) have to share a bed with some relation because of the whole pain/bleeding factor or c) go out for dinner which means I would have to eat something and food? Is not something I want to look at right now.
So the gist is, I'm in pain and alone until my step-dad gets his ass back from work to hover awkwardly around me offering cups of tea, but he'll be gone in the morning, so basically I'm alone in the house in PAIN!! and fending off killer/needy/fluffy pusscat Poddy Boy.
And I have nothing better to do, so whoo! Livejournal whinging!
But my Grandmother's parting gift to me was some money! Twenty pounds to be exact, so whoo! I have money to spend on things I want rather than crappy new school stationary. Films!
*makes a bee line for dvd shops*
Now I'm going to stagnate in pain, and maybe eat a poptart and watch Hannibal, because really, Gary Oldman with a plastic face cannot be in as much pain as I am with cramps.
I was going to go, but then the period cramps from hell arrived and I can barely waddle about the house so I didn't want to a) have to sit in a car for two straight hours, probably more because they'll hit rush hour, b) have to share a bed with some relation because of the whole pain/bleeding factor or c) go out for dinner which means I would have to eat something and food? Is not something I want to look at right now.
So the gist is, I'm in pain and alone until my step-dad gets his ass back from work to hover awkwardly around me offering cups of tea, but he'll be gone in the morning, so basically I'm alone in the house in PAIN!! and fending off killer/needy/fluffy pusscat Poddy Boy.
And I have nothing better to do, so whoo! Livejournal whinging!
But my Grandmother's parting gift to me was some money! Twenty pounds to be exact, so whoo! I have money to spend on things I want rather than crappy new school stationary. Films!
*makes a bee line for dvd shops*
Now I'm going to stagnate in pain, and maybe eat a poptart and watch Hannibal, because really, Gary Oldman with a plastic face cannot be in as much pain as I am with cramps.
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Aug. 30th, 2005 03:57 pmOk, so right now I'm totally alone in the house because my mother and my small sister have begoned away to take my grandmother back to Nottingham and they won't be back until some weird time tomorrow.
I was going to go, but then the period cramps from hell arrived and I can barely waddle about the house so I didn't want to a) have to sit in a car for two straight hours, probably more because they'll hit rush hour, b) have to share a bed with some relation because of the whole pain/bleeding factor or c) go out for dinner which means I would have to eat something and food? Is not something I want to look at right now.
So the gist is, I'm in pain and alone until my step-dad gets his ass back from work to hover awkwardly around me offering cups of tea, but he'll be gone in the morning, so basically I'm alone in the house in PAIN!! and fending off killer/needy/fluffy pusscat Poddy Boy.
And I have nothing better to do, so whoo! Livejournal whinging!
But my Grandmother's parting gift to me was some money! Twenty pounds to be exact, so whoo! I have money to spend on things I want rather than crappy new school stationary. Films!
*makes a bee line for dvd shops*
Now I'm going to stagnate in pain, and maybe eat a poptart and watch Hannibal, because really, Gary Oldman with a plastic face cannot be in as much pain as I am with cramps.
I was going to go, but then the period cramps from hell arrived and I can barely waddle about the house so I didn't want to a) have to sit in a car for two straight hours, probably more because they'll hit rush hour, b) have to share a bed with some relation because of the whole pain/bleeding factor or c) go out for dinner which means I would have to eat something and food? Is not something I want to look at right now.
So the gist is, I'm in pain and alone until my step-dad gets his ass back from work to hover awkwardly around me offering cups of tea, but he'll be gone in the morning, so basically I'm alone in the house in PAIN!! and fending off killer/needy/fluffy pusscat Poddy Boy.
And I have nothing better to do, so whoo! Livejournal whinging!
But my Grandmother's parting gift to me was some money! Twenty pounds to be exact, so whoo! I have money to spend on things I want rather than crappy new school stationary. Films!
*makes a bee line for dvd shops*
Now I'm going to stagnate in pain, and maybe eat a poptart and watch Hannibal, because really, Gary Oldman with a plastic face cannot be in as much pain as I am with cramps.
