What I Did On My Weekend
Mar. 8th, 2004 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anotherusedpageI was told when writing about my weekend at primary school to never start a sentence with 'and then'. But hey.
I had a really great weekend. Which was very cool. And made me happy. On Friday, after my tute, I went clothes shopping with Sarah and Amy (not that Amy), and then went to see a couple of college people in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, which was fun. Saturday I sleeped til very late, mucked around on the internet, and then had Sarah round for cheap student supper and cool videos, which I've already ranted about. Sunday, I slept most of the morning away, had a really fun Mikado rehearsal involving Paul singing Katisha in falsetto, and providing much amusement. Then it snowed. Well, hailed. And a load of us were forced to take shelter in the King's Arms, where much merriment ensued. And I went back to Kat's, wherein followed more merriment and exciting cheese. And then went out to Pizzahut with a whole gang of mates from college, to celebrate the final Sunday of term. We sat around discussing imaginary friends very loudly. Then back to Sarah's room for chapagne and red wine. I fell asleep on Alan's lap. And then they all insisted I call Rosie and let them have a drunken conversation with them, which I did. And it was all good. And then, I went back home and wrote stuff, stuff from my actual novel, and ok so it was mostly irrelevant stuff, and it was more re-writing than actual writing, but I read it back this morning and despite having been written in a distinct state of inebriation, it's still ok in the morning.
So now I am happy.
I had a really great weekend. Which was very cool. And made me happy. On Friday, after my tute, I went clothes shopping with Sarah and Amy (not that Amy), and then went to see a couple of college people in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, which was fun. Saturday I sleeped til very late, mucked around on the internet, and then had Sarah round for cheap student supper and cool videos, which I've already ranted about. Sunday, I slept most of the morning away, had a really fun Mikado rehearsal involving Paul singing Katisha in falsetto, and providing much amusement. Then it snowed. Well, hailed. And a load of us were forced to take shelter in the King's Arms, where much merriment ensued. And I went back to Kat's, wherein followed more merriment and exciting cheese. And then went out to Pizzahut with a whole gang of mates from college, to celebrate the final Sunday of term. We sat around discussing imaginary friends very loudly. Then back to Sarah's room for chapagne and red wine. I fell asleep on Alan's lap. And then they all insisted I call Rosie and let them have a drunken conversation with them, which I did. And it was all good. And then, I went back home and wrote stuff, stuff from my actual novel, and ok so it was mostly irrelevant stuff, and it was more re-writing than actual writing, but I read it back this morning and despite having been written in a distinct state of inebriation, it's still ok in the morning.
So now I am happy.