Glasgow- score. Aberdeen- score. Two down, four to go- how many more will be foolish enough to invite me to learn with them...

I went to the dentist today, and as ever, she told me I have perfect teeth. Even though I've got a hole in one of my teeth...but it's a natural occurance, which I've always had...so no fillings for me...yet. Just wait til I go on my lollipop and vodka diet. So yeah- be jealous of me and my perfect teeth.
(No-one is going to be, are they? Shame...)

Today I Went For A Walk. In The Park. With My Gran. We Talked About How Her Ninety Year Old Next Door Neighbour Had Just Died, And How Her Sixty Three Year Old Daughter Who Lived With Her Was A Bit Mental ( Read more... )

So I got some mail today from UCAS, telling me nothing interesting- other than that have received my application and that it has been passed on to the people who need to see it. But I was already aware of this, so never mind. I also got mail from Dundee and Stirling, telling me that they had received my application and...well, not a lot else really ( Read more... )

Yay...I've done it- I've actually applied for university! And with a whole day to spare ( Read more... )

Five days til UCAS form has to be filled in, sent away, and received. Oh dear.
"I will get it done, I will get it done, I will get it done." Yeah, right.
I HAVE to get it done. Oh, yeah...
Oh dear.
I have also lost all ability to write- does anyone fancy writing my personal statement for me?
Didn't think so...

Oh dear...

Had surprisingly (though not really ((not really surprising that is))) nice time at Morrissey last night. Polly Jean was absolutely wonderful- and that in itself made the entire evening worthwhile- Morrissey less so, but bearable. Overcome by fits of giggling and a crippling inability to dance at the Smiths night at Fury Murrys, which was most ( Read more... )

So, I was sitting around yesterday in the warehouse at the Royal Mail sorting office in Springburn, which is seperate from the sorting floor. It's where all the sorted packets come to be put on the back of lorries and get dispatched to varies places, and the like. Anyway, I notice a small package by my side on the floor. So I pick it up, and it ( Read more... )

I'm late for work again. Notice how I decide to post this on livejournal as opposed to doing anything about it in the real world. I hate my job. End.