: I should chill, I go from addiction to addiction
Why do I have weird, imaginary pop lyrics in my head sometimes? (see title)
Anyway, last night's LJ meetup was rather fun. Have posted all the quotes from the night in [Unknown LJ tag], so go and enjoy there. Many folk there -
technocrat,
lilitufire,
nickys,
broonie,
akicif,
cheekbones3,
wyrdo,
green_amber,
skx,
ophelia_complex and myself. Much more talkative than last time - eleven is a good-sized group, because there's a very high chance that someone will have something to talk about, and it's also a small enough group that everyone can listen to one person if that's appropriate.
Hmm... junk email. "date.com - 5 million beautiful singles, 1 ugly one." What do you bet I'd get the ugly one? I've spent about two minutes trying to work out what that slogan is supposed to mean. I give up.
Anyway, have not done as much work as I intended to today (as usual) but the stuff that needs to get done has got done, so that's OK. I've printed flyers for Italy (on green,white and red paper - I'm just that original in my colour choices) and posted them off, and also done a psychology experiment (which was fun.) Met someone else from the Scottish Chamber Choir who wanted me to join, and having already met someone at Noel's who asked me to join it, I think I'll give in. They're doing a concert of Haydn and Bach stuff on the 10th of August, so that might be rather fun (despite the fact that the Musketeers group leave on the 9th and might be drinking a bit before that.)
Have had two applications for the Birmingham job, and will have to sort out train tickets down so I can interview them.
Okay, Rusedski was out of order, but he apologised afterwards. Mind you, judging from the look on his wife's face at the end of the match, I think she might have been the one who made him apologise. Ooooh, she looked ready to kill him...
Tomorrow, my sister (
suziesue) is getting lots of prizes. We'll all go along and clap, and I'll have to chat to lots of teachers who I haven't seen in ages... sigh... I might just make leaflets about what I'm now up to and hand them to everyone who asks the obvious questions. Or perhaps I'll just say "I run my own multi-thousand pound business" (nowhere near the millions yet) and leave it at that. Anyway, yes, she's Dux of Heriots and is getting various other prizes. and is more pleased about it than she admits. We are the first people in the same family to be Duxes (Duxi? Duces?) since the 1920s, it seems. (And she's just spent ten minutes trying to persuade me not to wear my coat to it for some reason. I like my coat. It's black, and slightly fluffy, and could be worn in winter - that does not make it a winter coat. I'm wearing it.)
Why do I have weird, imaginary pop lyrics in my head sometimes? (see title)
Anyway, last night's LJ meetup was rather fun. Have posted all the quotes from the night in [Unknown LJ tag], so go and enjoy there. Many folk there -
Hmm... junk email. "date.com - 5 million beautiful singles, 1 ugly one." What do you bet I'd get the ugly one? I've spent about two minutes trying to work out what that slogan is supposed to mean. I give up.
Anyway, have not done as much work as I intended to today (as usual) but the stuff that needs to get done has got done, so that's OK. I've printed flyers for Italy (on green,white and red paper - I'm just that original in my colour choices) and posted them off, and also done a psychology experiment (which was fun.) Met someone else from the Scottish Chamber Choir who wanted me to join, and having already met someone at Noel's who asked me to join it, I think I'll give in. They're doing a concert of Haydn and Bach stuff on the 10th of August, so that might be rather fun (despite the fact that the Musketeers group leave on the 9th and might be drinking a bit before that.)
Have had two applications for the Birmingham job, and will have to sort out train tickets down so I can interview them.
Okay, Rusedski was out of order, but he apologised afterwards. Mind you, judging from the look on his wife's face at the end of the match, I think she might have been the one who made him apologise. Ooooh, she looked ready to kill him...
Tomorrow, my sister (
Current Mood:
determined
Current Music: from addiction to addiction - the imaginary goth/prog/rock/classical crossover band in my head
