*anticipation*
RARH ARGH ARGH.
Terrible day today; too much homework, too much rushing, Gordon Brown came to this town and only the Year 12 Politics students, plus three Year 13s, were able to go and see (although they didn't know it would be him until he arrived, I suppose), and my mp3 player has been stolen. My lovely, three year old, battered, companionable piece of equipment has gone. BOO. I AM NOT PLEASED.
I had about 110 songs on there; I spent an entire free period writing down all the songs I could think of, and reached about 105. Not bad going! I also remembered three Frank Sinatra songs on the way home from work.
Am now tired and fed up and cold. And in an empty house; my parents have gone away for the weekend.
But, the weekend will get better. Because I am meeting John Barrowman on Sunday.
...!
YAYOHDEARLORDCAN'TWAIT! EEEEEEEEEE! I may speak to him! Finally! And, God, if talking to Stephen Fry was difficult, this is going to be near-impossible. John! Right in front of me! Signing my book!
I'm working tomorrow morning, so I'm currently half-wishing he would arrive here on Saturday and do some early shopping. It's a long shot, but it's worth hoping for.
*squeak*
What on earth should I say to him?!
...right, I'm off to have some ice cream. Won't have time to post tomorrow; Tara's coming round for the first time since Pride, yay! Can't wait to see her.
Will report on Barrowman on Monday!
*happy wriggle*
Terrible day today; too much homework, too much rushing, Gordon Brown came to this town and only the Year 12 Politics students, plus three Year 13s, were able to go and see (although they didn't know it would be him until he arrived, I suppose), and my mp3 player has been stolen. My lovely, three year old, battered, companionable piece of equipment has gone. BOO. I AM NOT PLEASED.
I had about 110 songs on there; I spent an entire free period writing down all the songs I could think of, and reached about 105. Not bad going! I also remembered three Frank Sinatra songs on the way home from work.
Am now tired and fed up and cold. And in an empty house; my parents have gone away for the weekend.
But, the weekend will get better. Because I am meeting John Barrowman on Sunday.
...!
YAYOHDEARLORDCAN'TWAIT! EEEEEEEEEE! I may speak to him! Finally! And, God, if talking to Stephen Fry was difficult, this is going to be near-impossible. John! Right in front of me! Signing my book!
I'm working tomorrow morning, so I'm currently half-wishing he would arrive here on Saturday and do some early shopping. It's a long shot, but it's worth hoping for.
*squeak*
What on earth should I say to him?!
...right, I'm off to have some ice cream. Won't have time to post tomorrow; Tara's coming round for the first time since Pride, yay! Can't wait to see her.
Will report on Barrowman on Monday!
*happy wriggle*