Mar. 5th, 2011 06:20 am
hellzabeth: (>Konata: brain capacity overload)

It's 6am and I haven't slept a wink. I have work at 10am-2pm, then jogging with Nena at 3:30pm, then another shift at 6pm-10pm.

Granted, I managed to sleep 14 hours- last night? Yesterday? From 12:30am until 4:30pm, either way. However, I don't think it's going to be enough to get me through the day, as busy as it is. You can bet your ass I'm going to come in at 10pm and fall straight in to bed, that's for sure.

And probably sleep for 14 hours again aaaaarrrghh.

hellzabeth: (>Konata: Bored)
Like I needed to lose any more blood today.

So there I am, lying on my bed playing Sims 2, when my nose starts bleeding. Since this happens about as often as a runny nose for me, I go get some tissues, since it's a slow, small one.

Or so I thought.

Two minutes later, not even that, there's suddenly a RUSH of blood, like idefk what. I was lying down, there was absolutely no reason... and now there is blood literally everywhere, my room looks like a murder scene, never mind the state of the bathroom. The bed's covered in it in so much that it looks like someone was stabbed on it, and there's a nice drip-trail all across the white fucking carpet to the bathroom.

And because I was trying not to completely bleed out, I left it there long enough for it to soak in. So now everything is stained.

hellzabeth: (=A=)
Well this is nostalgic, sitting in the computer room at college agonising over UCAS applications...


I had really hoped not to do this shit again, but apparently every year you apply you have to do EVERYTHING from the top. Entering in every single course I've ever done, pass or fail, kind of sucks a big meaty one.


But I have to get it over with or risk my mother pulling a hernia or something over it because she stresses out over these things, even though it's my problem not hers and I'm a big girl now. I love my mum but she is a little bit... neurotic sometimes. >>;;;

Paperwoooooooooooooork. /drowns


Sep. 26th, 2010 11:07 pm
hellzabeth: (>Konata: Gloom)
Sorry guys, I'm flaking out on FT again because my parents are turning off the internet even earlier. I didn't know it would be this early. orz;;;

To occupy your time, I recommend looking up Improv Everywhere. Much fun. <3

Day 18 – Your favorite birthday )
hellzabeth: (>Konata: EEEEEEEHHHH?!)
So I pulled an all nighter, considering that I was running on EST instead of GMT by complete accident, and figured that I'd turn up for work running on the idea that it'd be something like 10pm in the evening, as far as my sleep pattern knew.

I walk to work in the really chilly air, and what do I find?

Nothing, that's what I find.

The shop is dark and locked up. I find Amanda, poor stressed, tired looking Amanda, sitting on a pile of cardboard boxes in her PJs and a hoodie.

"What the heck?" I ask, squinting through the dark.

"No power." she says miserably. "The electricity is gone."

I find this odd, since I was only a few moments previously in my own room talking to [livejournal.com profile] lovelylurker on my laptop with no such power problems.

"I phoned the company, they said it was a wire underground, one that controls this shop, the house above it, and the leisure centre next door. None of us three have power." she sighs. "Also we have four hours until the fridge is no longer a fridge but a cupboard, and three hours until we can no longer sell the meat. I've been here since 3am trying to fix it."

"Bugger." I say. "This is really gonna blow isn't it."

At that moment, with a screech of tires Craig appears around the corner in his little car. He jumps out, seemingly aware that he's late, and sees us two staring at him. "Uh, what?"

We explain to him the situation.

"Bugger." he says, lighting up a ciggie for us all to passively kill ourselves on. "Shall I go get something from Greggs?"

In the end we traded turns at talking with the electricity guys, telling customers to sod off (at least until I got tired of being yelled at and put up a sign, listening to the varying levels of irritation that can be put into the single syllable "oh") and reading the newspapers that we couldn't sell.

Now I'm going to bed because bugger this world I am tiiiiired.


Sep. 22nd, 2010 11:55 am
hellzabeth: (>Konata: Gloom)
So I'm sitting having my break. Eating a yogurt with reckless abandon when I realise that I fancy a cup of tea. I turn the kettle on, pour the hot water into the mug with the tea bag, press it against the side and throw the bag in the bin, add two sugars and then...

... and then...

Dun dun duuuun! )
hellzabeth: (>Konata: EEEEEEEHHHH?!)
It's been brought to my attention that a lot of people think Canada is dead.

"Well no shit" say my readers. "You blew him up."

That's not what I mean. I mean people think he's chosen to go on into the afterlife because of this line:

“Kids, eh?”

“Tell me about it, aru.”

I want to straighten out, before the next chapter (as I was going to post it tonight but didn't get the time) that this is not Canada talking. It's mama!Britannica. Canadians aren't the only people who sometimes end their sentences in "eh?" orz;;;;;;

I should have noticed this thing sooner. This is what I get for not having a beta.

So I've edited the line to have "huh?" on the end. Hope this unconfuses some people, you may now return to your regularly scheduled theorising on who's in Prussia's room (as though you haven't guessed already). I'll also be including this explaination in the next chapter, for those who've missed it. I fail at writing orz
hellzabeth: (>Konata: Gloom)
So it was 10 minutes from the end of work, when this girl knocks on my till to get my attention from where I'd been putting away the ciggies.

"Hi, can I help?" I ask brightly.

"I'll have a 12 please."

Our lotto cards are numbered from 1-12, and the 12's the cheapest at £1. I nab it out of the dispenser and scan it.

The girl's looking about nervously, but I give her a scrutinising look and decide she seems the type who'd snap at me if I asked what's wrong. "That's a pound please."

So she gives me a pound.

Walks out the shop.

And comes back with a lady from shopwatch.

"You have just sold a restricted item to an under 16 year old."

I broke down in tears.

Fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life.

Well fuck.

Jun. 11th, 2010 06:38 pm
I'm grounded.

With no computer for at least 3 days.

Fuck my life.

Gorey details under here. )

Family Ties is officially on Hiatus for the next two weeks.
hellzabeth: (||orz)
I'm coming down with a cold.

Symptom 1: Burning at the back of the throat.
Symptom 2: Heavy feeling in head.
Symptom 3: Abrubt tiredness way earlier than usual.
Symptom 4: Heavy nosebleed.

This better go away in time for Expo, or I swear to god I am going to hit something.

Maybe I can explain it away as recession or something, since I'm going as England and everything...

Waaa. ;-;

Also omg two weeks until the end of college and it cannot come fast enough.

hellzabeth: (=A=)
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We're kind of weird in England in that, unlike all the other popular and "big" countries in the world, we never needed to declare independence because more often than not we were off enslaving adding to the harem rapidly and brutally colonising conquering other countries.

We have St George's day which is an understated affair. >> To put it mildly. Most people don't notice it exists.

Though Nena is going to drag me across the channel to the continent to see France's Bastille Day, which should be fun and laughs. WORLD'S BIGGEST PICNIC 8DDDD And the Eiffel Tower, ohohohon.

Oh yeah, and a little rant coming your way, flist. Move on if you are uninterested in my personal life.~

tl;dr, I hate bureaucracy. )
hellzabeth: (Bored.)
So Monaco's been revealed to us all. Along with more Australia squeeeee~!

I decide; hey, new character, and she's the tax-haven, casino toting Las Vegas of Europe. Let's do some art.

So I did.

And it looked good.

Until my computer died. Because I forgot to plug it in.

Urrrrrrggghhh FML.

Feg it, I'll just colour all the crap I scanned and do an art dump later.
hellzabeth: (OH SHI-)


0kay, y0u see h0w I'm typing all my 0s as zer0s?

That is because t0day, while in the bath, I had an epic n0sebleed.

My lapt0p, playing music, sat 0n a chair 0n the 0ther side 0f the r00m. H0wever, I st00d up s0 quickly [pr0bably sh0uldn't have panicked s0 hard; I n0sebleed all the time. It's chr0nic. Als0, just n0ticed the bracket butt0n's br0ken t00] that water sl0shed everywhere, and s0me 0f it g0t my lapt0p. I didn't n0tice because I was trying t0 make sure I didn't bleed 0ut 0r faint.

Idk if the bubbles g0t under the keys and made it all s0apy 0r what, but n0w the 0 key c0mes up as "i", the eight and nine keys just give me err0r s0unds, thus rendering the 0pen bracket and asterisk useless t00.

S0, uh, n0 m0re Family Ties 0r any 0ther fics until I get this fixed.

Just a public service ann0uncement.

Edit: pressing the left arr0w key makes caps l0ck turn 0n. Pressing caps l0ck turns 0ff caps l0ck, but als0 pushes the typing line thingy left.

H0w the fuck they are 0n different sides 0f the keyb0ard I d0n't even
hellzabeth: (cry)
That's why I've been getting up late and missing the bus recently.


Granted, it is about 7 years old and I don't think I've changed the batteries in all that time and it did get a lot of abuse from me and maybe I need a new one at this point BUT.

Now my teacher is going to kill me, because I've missed her lesson... AGAIN.


Is that an England themed teacup set?

Wait, I don't have the money until Friday.

hellzabeth: (sigh.)

Though I have, in fact, been here an hour already. "But Pidge," I hear you cry, "What about your first class with Alison in which you were supposed to receive feedback on your coursework draft and also hand her in another one to look at?" Well mysterious person that is for some reason in my head and now my journal post, the answer is thus:

Because the world has a specific vendetta against me.

Details on why my life seems to like watching me suffer. )

Edit: Finally figured out how to get my comment pages to be un-journal-styled, so fics are easier to read. I'm going to de-anon lots of my stuff from the Kink Meme soon, so this will hopefully help.
hellzabeth: (sigh.)
Well, damn.

Kishi, why can't you let Sakura just kill the little bugger? Why'd you have to pull this stupid stunt with Kakashi?

He's gonna die, isn't he.

Kakashi that is.

Not Sasuke, oh no, not when he's still Kishimoto's favourite. Though he seems to have inherited his brother's crazy face, which might be a ray of hope that perhaps Kishi's remembered the manga's title is called NARUTO.

Or, you know, maybe not.

Holic was sort of interesting this week. I think I've heard of a creature that has super long hair and cries pearls, but wasn't that a yukionna? And this one... isn't? Whatever, it's CLAMP, they can screw with our minds if they want.

Nothing else out this week. Bleach is... fucking with everyone's head, thanks Aizen. Hasn't reached CLAMP levels yet though. But that was last week's chapter, there's not another out until next week.

I'm sick again as well, goddamn it.


Jan. 13th, 2010 01:51 am
hellzabeth: (Bored.)
I am not.

Repeat; not.

Looking forward to waking up tomorrow.

Because it is 2:00am now, and I'm still in the midst of coughing fits. I cannot sleep. I have to be up at 8am. Pretty sure I'm keeping the whole house up with me. I can't cough quietly.


FML right now.

ETA: ...

Lost the hearing in my left ear.

Just now.



Dec. 19th, 2009 10:15 pm
hellzabeth: (Sleepy)
Sick before we can even start my party.

I blame that chicken noodle soup I had for lunch.

Shaking so hard I can't type.
hellzabeth: (Sleepy)
Argh, bad morning. Lessons were fine, just general atmosphere and I think I annoyed some people without intending to and they annoyed me back so I'm kind of insulted and feeling like an idiot and rambling- *GAAAASP FOR AIR* so... yeah.

Forgive me, I feel a bit of rambling self reflection coming on.

Whine, bitch, moan, repeat. )

tl;dr, I'm a whiner and need to stfu.

*goes off to bug Xae in chatroom, feeling a little lonely*
hellzabeth: (fuck you kthx)




I have come to an abrubt understanding of those students in Japan that commit suicide due to being under too much pressure in exams etc. because really just FUCK IT.

ETA: Not that I will actually kill myself. That's too much fucking paperwork too.

Gaaaaaah FML FML FML FML FML If I ever see another piece of paper again I'm going to SCREAM.


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