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ravenWhere was I?
Oh, yes, being kidnapped. Nichola kidnapped me the moment I'd pressed "send" on the last entry, and dragged me off to the common room waving keys. The reason? She wanted to open up the vending machine and get out the money so we could take it to the bank. When she said, "We're going to the bank," I don't know what I had in mind, but it certainly wasn't £520 in coins. No coppers, but the two of us plus Emma and Bev spend a good half an hour counting it all. The pounds coins went first, so soon our common room table was just covered in silver. It started to give us all headaches.
Plus, it was heavy. We had to procure plastic bags that wouldn't split under the weight, and in the end we just stole someone's from inside the common room and then swiped ourselves out, carrying all these coins and trying not to look as if we were four unarmed teenage girls carrying a lot of money. I'd never made a deposit anything like it. Was rather disappointed when Nichola went off back to school and Emma and I went on to the Stroke Association. Which was its usual not-so-interesting self. The most interesting person by far is a man named Dave, who sits on the table I generally do and makes wisecracks. He's actually quite cool in a weird way; today, they were all talking about this outing they're going on in a couple of weeks, and he whispered to me, "I don't like going on outings. Makes me feel like we're off on a pride rally."
Obviously, I started to giggle, picturing all the dear old ladies and elderly gentlemen on a collective outing, and that made everyone else ask what exactly Dave had said. I didn't tell them, but every time he caught my eye after that, we both dissolved into hysterics. It was all very amusing.
I got home sometime later, having read The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists on the train. I am actually really enjoying it now; it's got so I can't wait to see what happens next. Haven't had much of a chance to read it, though - I watched the Stargate episode Proving Ground, even though I told myself I wouldn't, I'd do some work - and actually did do some work, although I appear to have copied up two sides of notes that I'd already written out, and not noticed I was doing it. I am an idiot.
In other news, I'm going to Collectormania with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hathy_col! My parents were so eager to shut me up that they've agreed to my going without realising what they're agreeing to. I can't wait. And now, I ought to go to bed. I am tired and therefore more clumsy than usual, and even my natural talent for falling isn't helping me much. And before anyone disputes it, you can have a natural talent for falling. I fall over so much that I've evolved a method of doing it that absorbs the most of the shock, so if you dropped me down a flight of stairs I would probably injure myself less than most. Except not tonight, I'm too tired.
Bedtime.
Oh, yes, being kidnapped. Nichola kidnapped me the moment I'd pressed "send" on the last entry, and dragged me off to the common room waving keys. The reason? She wanted to open up the vending machine and get out the money so we could take it to the bank. When she said, "We're going to the bank," I don't know what I had in mind, but it certainly wasn't £520 in coins. No coppers, but the two of us plus Emma and Bev spend a good half an hour counting it all. The pounds coins went first, so soon our common room table was just covered in silver. It started to give us all headaches.
Plus, it was heavy. We had to procure plastic bags that wouldn't split under the weight, and in the end we just stole someone's from inside the common room and then swiped ourselves out, carrying all these coins and trying not to look as if we were four unarmed teenage girls carrying a lot of money. I'd never made a deposit anything like it. Was rather disappointed when Nichola went off back to school and Emma and I went on to the Stroke Association. Which was its usual not-so-interesting self. The most interesting person by far is a man named Dave, who sits on the table I generally do and makes wisecracks. He's actually quite cool in a weird way; today, they were all talking about this outing they're going on in a couple of weeks, and he whispered to me, "I don't like going on outings. Makes me feel like we're off on a pride rally."
Obviously, I started to giggle, picturing all the dear old ladies and elderly gentlemen on a collective outing, and that made everyone else ask what exactly Dave had said. I didn't tell them, but every time he caught my eye after that, we both dissolved into hysterics. It was all very amusing.
I got home sometime later, having read The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists on the train. I am actually really enjoying it now; it's got so I can't wait to see what happens next. Haven't had much of a chance to read it, though - I watched the Stargate episode Proving Ground, even though I told myself I wouldn't, I'd do some work - and actually did do some work, although I appear to have copied up two sides of notes that I'd already written out, and not noticed I was doing it. I am an idiot.
In other news, I'm going to Collectormania with
hathy_col! My parents were so eager to shut me up that they've agreed to my going without realising what they're agreeing to. I can't wait. And now, I ought to go to bed. I am tired and therefore more clumsy than usual, and even my natural talent for falling isn't helping me much. And before anyone disputes it, you can have a natural talent for falling. I fall over so much that I've evolved a method of doing it that absorbs the most of the shock, so if you dropped me down a flight of stairs I would probably injure myself less than most. Except not tonight, I'm too tired.Bedtime.
