Stuff.

[burntcopper]

Well, my driving instructor telling me to take a nap as soon as we pulled into my drive was how the day started. Driving lesson in which I was a bit sleepy. Arrgh, one and a half weeks to go til test. meep.

Washed towels, had lunch.

Delivery of ebay items - Teen Titans back issues and a book on Arthur and his Sarmatian connectons. Oh, god, this King Arthur film is threatening to turn me from my one true love of Robin Hood... (oddly, I know more theory-wise about Arthur, but lads that run around forests in green with biiiiig bows are more my style and my first love. I hit England at the age of five and instantly went 'who's this Sherwood bloke then?'.)

Need to apply for jobs. *why* do so many of these have to be application form ones? I fucking hate filling out application forms, with their pages of 'why you think you would be suitable' and having to fill out everything by hand which you could do in two seconds on comp.

My camera has arrived. My Casio Z4, and it is shiny, and I refuse to play with it until tomorrow.

Hmp. Need to do wings and paint bits on other outfit. Fusion is looming, and I have no bloody idea what to wear for Hyperion.

Comments

[kitsune76.livejournal.com]

Huh. A lot of the forms I have to deal with say you can type in the boxes.

[burntcopper.livejournal.com]

Maybe, but unless one has a typewriter, I don't see how you can do that.

[kitsune76.livejournal.com]

(sigh) Sorry, being sloppy with language. Again. I meant wortd process. Either way, just trying to be sympathetic.

I'll shut up now.

[mingmerciless.livejournal.com]

Make a set of page layouts with text boxes where the boxes on the forms are, type your text in those and then print on the forms when you're finished?

[juleskicks.livejournal.com]

As I will probably forget, just want to wish you luck on the driving test, because meep indeed. Applying for jobs sucks, and I feel your pain, as I am currently doing the same thing and argh. As well as filling out a couple of applications for schools.

And omg Robin Hood squee. See, my Arthuriana obsession is more recent, and I know more about that legend academically and have been exposed to more versions of it all across the media, but Robin Hood is and ever shall be my true love, legend-wise. When we first moved to the house with the huge backyard that opened right into the fields and the woods and hills and the path down to the Occoquan River, I was always running around pretending to be Robin Hood. It was a blast.