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trace_of_scarletSo. I, er, have been intending to write this post for a while (i.e., since Thursday night), but never got around to. Because I suck.
Anyway- I CAN HAS ENTRY TO UNIVERSITEE NAO!
3 As AT A-LEVEL, BAYBEE. I WIN AT LIFE AND THE UNIVERSE AND STUFF. YES.
If people were wondering, I did English Language, History and French. And I'm going to do English Language Studies and French at Cardiff University, yes, yes I am. *updates her schools on her info page gleefully*
LOOKIT LOOKIT LOOKIT. UCAS SAID SO AND EVERYTHING. ->
*boogies* I'm moving out now, I'm moving out now, woo!
Thursday was, like, almost the best day ever. I got a grand total of, er, four hours' sleep Wednesday night, and was all sort of 'Bzuh'? at 9am Thursday morning. Pootled over to school (my old school now, bitches, hahahahaha) to get my results, squealed, said 'oh my God' a lot, got screamed at by both parents on the phone (separate phonecalls, thank God, or my eardrums might have spontaneously combusted). I, er, may have tormented them by starting the conversation a bit like this:
Me: Hi, Mum/Dad. I, er, didn't get what Cardiff wanted.
Nervous!Parent: ...What did you get?
Me: Better! THREE As BAYBEE!
Parent: *scream* DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!
Serve them right for spending the last week tormenting me by periodically calling out 'Hey, Bethan? Thursday!'. Ha ha ha, suckas. XD
So. Went home (walked part of the way, got picked up by a squealyhappy mother halfway home), and the parentals have decorated the place. Balloons, banners, those funny poppy things that go bang and spray streamers, the usual. Have bighuge cake with champagne-bottle candles, Thornton's bear with 'Congratulations' on it, card, £20, and new shiny SWATCH watch that I said I liked on holiday and Dad apparently ran a marathon (or something) to go back and grab without me seeing. Also, real actual champagne, which I was surprised to quite like, since I hate wine.
Then Grandad calls, and says he wants to take us out for lunch. Okay, says we, although we'd already had plans, because hey, nice thought and it keeps him happy, right? (He also decided to phone half the family and tell them my results, which, grr. My news, damnit. Oh well, never mind.) So, we went out, nice enough meal (Grandad's choice in restaurants tends to leave something to be desired, but still), then off to garden centre because it has a shop which sells gorgeous organic homemade foods. Including gorgeous chocolate, a bar of which my kid brother bought with his own money secretly and gave me later with a 'well done'. Bless his heart.
Then home for an hour or so, then out again, to my choice this time- our favourite (very expensive) Chinese restaurant in Cardiff Bay. Gorgeous meal (mmm, queen mussels and chilli), much fun, and then after a wander around Cardiff Bay. And guess who I saw standing outside a restaurant, just having had a smoke? (Bless you, smoking ban, bless you forever. Mmm, nonsmelly restaurants.)
Gareth David Lloyd, aka IANTO BLOODY JONES, THAT'S WHO. AGAIN.
(Guys, plz don't kill me.)
More accurately, I spotted him, doubletook, thought 'Huh, guess not. Looked like him, though.' (It was quite shadowy.) My parents and brother have stopped a little way ahead of me. Dad: ...Is that who I think it is?
Me: ...Ianto from Torchwood, right? It looks like him, but I didn't think so.
Mum: I've only seen him in the photo you took, but I'm sure it is!
Me: ...Ah, hell. I'ma go find out!
Since, uh. The last time I met him, I was in such an advanced state of glee, not helped by the fact that he is really bloody gorgeous, that I wasn't a hundred percent sure that I said thank you in the end. Which, rude, especially since I interrupted him and the girlfriend and they commenced to make my day.
So, they head on a bit and I go say hi, now he's put his cigarette out (which. Ew. Still, it's not like I'm going to get to date him, is it? And it's clearly not affected his pretty. Yet.)
Me: *sure I know the right order his real names go in this time* Hey, you're Gareth David Lloyd, aren't you?
Him: *blinkblinkblink* Er, yes, I am. (All surprised. God, he's adorable.)
Me: Hi! I'm a Torchwood fan, I met you with your girlfriend before in Cardiff? *grin* You signed my wage slip...
Him: *laughs* Yeah, I remember.
Me: I just wanted to say- er, I'm not totally sure I said thank you, before. So if I didn't: thanks, you made my day.
Him: Haha, you're welcome. *shakes my hand*
Me: :D!
He didn't seem to mind talking, so...
Me: When's Torchwood back on?
Him: Sometime in January, they're not sure exactly yet.
Me: And Martha's in it, isn't she? From Doctor Who?
Him: Yeah, just for three episodes though.
Me: Aww, I really like Martha!
Him: Sorry. But she'll be in it more in series 3... *covers mouth guiltily: see earlier comment re adorable* But I'm not really supposed to say that.
Me: :D! Okay, thanks! I'll let you get back now.
Him: *grin* You're welcome! Bye!
Me: *walk off* *glee long time*
Thank God for my parents, really. Rejoined fambly, geeked out gleefully, was tolerated indulgently, went home.
And then I logged onto t'internets, and things kinda went bad in several directions at once, and I wailed very slightly (mostly because overtired, I strongly suspect). But then Eric made me giggle again repeatedly, which I <3 him for being really good at, and all was much betterer.
AND THAT WAS (ALMOST) THE BEST DAY EVER.
*danceydancedance* DID I MENTION I'M GOING TO UNIVERSITY, YET?
Anyway- I CAN HAS ENTRY TO UNIVERSITEE NAO!
3 As AT A-LEVEL, BAYBEE. I WIN AT LIFE AND THE UNIVERSE AND STUFF. YES.
If people were wondering, I did English Language, History and French. And I'm going to do English Language Studies and French at Cardiff University, yes, yes I am. *updates her schools on her info page gleefully*
LOOKIT LOOKIT LOOKIT. UCAS SAID SO AND EVERYTHING. ->
| Welcome Bethan, | |
| The current status of your Application is: | |
| Congratulations! Your place at Cardiff University (C15) to study French/Language Studies (4 years) (QR11) has been confirmed. |
*boogies* I'm moving out now, I'm moving out now, woo!
Thursday was, like, almost the best day ever. I got a grand total of, er, four hours' sleep Wednesday night, and was all sort of 'Bzuh'? at 9am Thursday morning. Pootled over to school (my old school now, bitches, hahahahaha) to get my results, squealed, said 'oh my God' a lot, got screamed at by both parents on the phone (separate phonecalls, thank God, or my eardrums might have spontaneously combusted). I, er, may have tormented them by starting the conversation a bit like this:
Me: Hi, Mum/Dad. I, er, didn't get what Cardiff wanted.
Nervous!Parent: ...What did you get?
Me: Better! THREE As BAYBEE!
Parent: *scream* DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!
Serve them right for spending the last week tormenting me by periodically calling out 'Hey, Bethan? Thursday!'. Ha ha ha, suckas. XD
So. Went home (walked part of the way, got picked up by a squealyhappy mother halfway home), and the parentals have decorated the place. Balloons, banners, those funny poppy things that go bang and spray streamers, the usual. Have bighuge cake with champagne-bottle candles, Thornton's bear with 'Congratulations' on it, card, £20, and new shiny SWATCH watch that I said I liked on holiday and Dad apparently ran a marathon (or something) to go back and grab without me seeing. Also, real actual champagne, which I was surprised to quite like, since I hate wine.
Then Grandad calls, and says he wants to take us out for lunch. Okay, says we, although we'd already had plans, because hey, nice thought and it keeps him happy, right? (He also decided to phone half the family and tell them my results, which, grr. My news, damnit. Oh well, never mind.) So, we went out, nice enough meal (Grandad's choice in restaurants tends to leave something to be desired, but still), then off to garden centre because it has a shop which sells gorgeous organic homemade foods. Including gorgeous chocolate, a bar of which my kid brother bought with his own money secretly and gave me later with a 'well done'. Bless his heart.
Then home for an hour or so, then out again, to my choice this time- our favourite (very expensive) Chinese restaurant in Cardiff Bay. Gorgeous meal (mmm, queen mussels and chilli), much fun, and then after a wander around Cardiff Bay. And guess who I saw standing outside a restaurant, just having had a smoke? (Bless you, smoking ban, bless you forever. Mmm, nonsmelly restaurants.)
Gareth David Lloyd, aka IANTO BLOODY JONES, THAT'S WHO. AGAIN.
(Guys, plz don't kill me.)
More accurately, I spotted him, doubletook, thought 'Huh, guess not. Looked like him, though.' (It was quite shadowy.) My parents and brother have stopped a little way ahead of me. Dad: ...Is that who I think it is?
Me: ...Ianto from Torchwood, right? It looks like him, but I didn't think so.
Mum: I've only seen him in the photo you took, but I'm sure it is!
Me: ...Ah, hell. I'ma go find out!
Since, uh. The last time I met him, I was in such an advanced state of glee, not helped by the fact that he is really bloody gorgeous, that I wasn't a hundred percent sure that I said thank you in the end. Which, rude, especially since I interrupted him and the girlfriend and they commenced to make my day.
So, they head on a bit and I go say hi, now he's put his cigarette out (which. Ew. Still, it's not like I'm going to get to date him, is it? And it's clearly not affected his pretty. Yet.)
Me: *sure I know the right order his real names go in this time* Hey, you're Gareth David Lloyd, aren't you?
Him: *blinkblinkblink* Er, yes, I am. (All surprised. God, he's adorable.)
Me: Hi! I'm a Torchwood fan, I met you with your girlfriend before in Cardiff? *grin* You signed my wage slip...
Him: *laughs* Yeah, I remember.
Me: I just wanted to say- er, I'm not totally sure I said thank you, before. So if I didn't: thanks, you made my day.
Him: Haha, you're welcome. *shakes my hand*
Me: :D!
He didn't seem to mind talking, so...
Me: When's Torchwood back on?
Him: Sometime in January, they're not sure exactly yet.
Me: And Martha's in it, isn't she? From Doctor Who?
Him: Yeah, just for three episodes though.
Me: Aww, I really like Martha!
Him: Sorry. But she'll be in it more in series 3... *covers mouth guiltily: see earlier comment re adorable* But I'm not really supposed to say that.
Me: :D! Okay, thanks! I'll let you get back now.
Him: *grin* You're welcome! Bye!
Me: *walk off* *glee long time*
Thank God for my parents, really. Rejoined fambly, geeked out gleefully, was tolerated indulgently, went home.
And then I logged onto t'internets, and things kinda went bad in several directions at once, and I wailed very slightly (mostly because overtired, I strongly suspect). But then Eric made me giggle again repeatedly, which I <3 him for being really good at, and all was much betterer.
AND THAT WAS (ALMOST) THE BEST DAY EVER.
*danceydancedance* DID I MENTION I'M GOING TO UNIVERSITY, YET?
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Date: 2007-08-19 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 06:07 pm (UTC)1. You got better grades than I did.
2. You got to meet GDL AGAIN!
3. Your family are much prouder of you than mine are of me. Not one of them has given me any kind of present/celebration for getting into uni.
Well done though. You are brilliant and lucky and I love you. But love means being allowed to be jealous sometimes XD
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Date: 2007-08-19 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 06:30 pm (UTC)CONGRATULATIONS
Date: 2007-08-19 06:42 pm (UTC)I'm so mentioning you in my LJ post today! I'm so proud of you!
<3
Also:
Then home for an hour or so, then out again, to my choice this time- our favourite (very expensive) Chinese restaurant in Cardiff Bay. Gorgeous meal (mmm, queen mussels and chilli),
AHAHAHAHA. Pardon me while I laugh hysterically at the thought of the Welsh and the English trying their hand at American Southwest cuisine. AHAHAHAHA.
Re: CONGRATULATIONS
Date: 2007-08-19 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-20 09:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-20 04:53 pm (UTC)*burning envy*
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Date: 2007-08-20 11:01 pm (UTC)You deserve it, my lovely.
*Hugs tight!*
There will be meetups some time! There must!
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Date: 2007-08-20 11:27 pm (UTC)There really, really must. I wish I could get to Dundeecon. DDD: I cannot has a birthdaycon, woe.
Please forgive the RP account, am teh lazee. Speaking of, you're up inna Sam/Jack. Apologies for my slowness last night, was feeling ill.