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Jun. 28th, 2010 02:37 amIt's been a few days, internet, and you are still failing to provide me with Isner/Mahut slash. Bad form. I do have high hopes for some from people I found discussing Isner/Mahut slash using the Livejournal comments and entries search thing, though. Although by high, I mean 'miniscule'.
I've not been very communicative for the last few days. That's possibly because I've had a sort of busy week. I was at college on Tuesday and Wednesday, I know I didn't mention. I signed up to have some free college training with the Jobcentre, while I was off work and it was still available, and I have to go have a two day induction this week. Mostly this meant getting to a really odd community centre somewhere outside of Wakefield for a half day course on what the college is like, filling in induction forms, and finding out what kind of learner I am (visual, mainly, which I sort of already assumed, and it was only a self-assessment), and then a half day course on customer service, which mostly involved discussing customer service, and how you can do it well or badly, or how some people do it well or badly.
Then the next day I went to the actual college in Wakefield (and still had a hard time finding out where I needed to be), and had an almost-full day's course on First Aid in the Workplace, for which I now have a three-year certificate. I say almost-full day because we were meant to be staying until 4 o'clock, but we got let out at about half past 2 because a bunch of the lads wanted to go early for the England game, and another I think had a Jobcentre appointment at 2.30. But I think we still fit in everything we needed to, and it was actually quite good. I'd had a bit of first aid training at school, but they didn't teach us how to do chest compressions because apparently it was really easy, if you didn't know what you were doing, to accidentally break a rib and drive it into a vital organ, possibly the heart. But according to the woman who taught us on Wednesday, either that's been proved to be not true, or the law has sort of changed because apparently you'll almost certainly break a rib doing chest compressions anyway, and it's sort of assumed that if someone isn't breathing or has no pulse they'll need chest compressions enough to risk possibly breaking a rib and puncturing something anyway. I don't know. But we learned how to do them, and how to do mouth-to-mouth, and what should be in a first aid kit, and the different types of shock, and different causes of fainting. And I got used as someone to have the recovery position demonstrated on me, which I thought might happen since I was the only girl there, apart from the tutor woman. But maybe it had nothing do with that. Anyway, we went through and did it, and it was really quite good, and I have a First Aid in the Workplace certificate now, hurrah! And they're going to contact me shortly, possibly, about doing the actual work-related course I signed up for. I think.
After that, on Thursday my mum and I had my youngest nephew, and on Friday I had to get my mum a birthday present and my mum and I had my oldest nephew. Then on Saturday it was my mum's birthday, and I slept in, and then we went to Chiquito's for a meal, then today I slept in and then we went to a local pub for our Sunday dinner. And now I am posting. And in between all that, I was running up to my room on Friday, Saturday and Sunday at 8 o'clock or half 8 to listen to Adam and Joe at Glastonbury, which was grand. So, yes. I've been busy this week.
But I watched TV as well, a bit, last week. Including Emmerdale. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NATHAN HAS THE WORST MOTHER EVER OH MY GOD. ( Emmerdale )
Also, you know what Simpsons pairing I love? Sideshow Bob/Bart. I have terrible pairings, I know. Although frankly, when there is a scene between two characters which involves one trying to kill the other and then finding that they 'can't do it', and then singing about how they've 'grown accustomed to his face', I'm not sure that it's completely my fault. I love Sideshow Bob/Bart.
Also I love Logan/Aaron from Veronica Mars. I really truly love it. I wrote a tiny bit of fic the other week based on a prompt from a prompt community, and thought up a bunch of AUs, including a sort of Labyrinth AU, mainly because I've been listening to the Labyrinth soundtrack quite a lot recently, and the idea of Aaron coming back from the dead as a kind of Goblin King figure and making Logan run around a maze to try to get back a child or person he'd accidentally wished away, all while trying to sort of convince/seduce Logan into staying with him in supernatural-land forever, was REALLY QUITE PLEASING TO ME. And I have awful pairings, I know. But awful GREAT pairings.
I've not been very communicative for the last few days. That's possibly because I've had a sort of busy week. I was at college on Tuesday and Wednesday, I know I didn't mention. I signed up to have some free college training with the Jobcentre, while I was off work and it was still available, and I have to go have a two day induction this week. Mostly this meant getting to a really odd community centre somewhere outside of Wakefield for a half day course on what the college is like, filling in induction forms, and finding out what kind of learner I am (visual, mainly, which I sort of already assumed, and it was only a self-assessment), and then a half day course on customer service, which mostly involved discussing customer service, and how you can do it well or badly, or how some people do it well or badly.
Then the next day I went to the actual college in Wakefield (and still had a hard time finding out where I needed to be), and had an almost-full day's course on First Aid in the Workplace, for which I now have a three-year certificate. I say almost-full day because we were meant to be staying until 4 o'clock, but we got let out at about half past 2 because a bunch of the lads wanted to go early for the England game, and another I think had a Jobcentre appointment at 2.30. But I think we still fit in everything we needed to, and it was actually quite good. I'd had a bit of first aid training at school, but they didn't teach us how to do chest compressions because apparently it was really easy, if you didn't know what you were doing, to accidentally break a rib and drive it into a vital organ, possibly the heart. But according to the woman who taught us on Wednesday, either that's been proved to be not true, or the law has sort of changed because apparently you'll almost certainly break a rib doing chest compressions anyway, and it's sort of assumed that if someone isn't breathing or has no pulse they'll need chest compressions enough to risk possibly breaking a rib and puncturing something anyway. I don't know. But we learned how to do them, and how to do mouth-to-mouth, and what should be in a first aid kit, and the different types of shock, and different causes of fainting. And I got used as someone to have the recovery position demonstrated on me, which I thought might happen since I was the only girl there, apart from the tutor woman. But maybe it had nothing do with that. Anyway, we went through and did it, and it was really quite good, and I have a First Aid in the Workplace certificate now, hurrah! And they're going to contact me shortly, possibly, about doing the actual work-related course I signed up for. I think.
After that, on Thursday my mum and I had my youngest nephew, and on Friday I had to get my mum a birthday present and my mum and I had my oldest nephew. Then on Saturday it was my mum's birthday, and I slept in, and then we went to Chiquito's for a meal, then today I slept in and then we went to a local pub for our Sunday dinner. And now I am posting. And in between all that, I was running up to my room on Friday, Saturday and Sunday at 8 o'clock or half 8 to listen to Adam and Joe at Glastonbury, which was grand. So, yes. I've been busy this week.
But I watched TV as well, a bit, last week. Including Emmerdale. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NATHAN HAS THE WORST MOTHER EVER OH MY GOD. ( Emmerdale )
Also, you know what Simpsons pairing I love? Sideshow Bob/Bart. I have terrible pairings, I know. Although frankly, when there is a scene between two characters which involves one trying to kill the other and then finding that they 'can't do it', and then singing about how they've 'grown accustomed to his face', I'm not sure that it's completely my fault. I love Sideshow Bob/Bart.
Also I love Logan/Aaron from Veronica Mars. I really truly love it. I wrote a tiny bit of fic the other week based on a prompt from a prompt community, and thought up a bunch of AUs, including a sort of Labyrinth AU, mainly because I've been listening to the Labyrinth soundtrack quite a lot recently, and the idea of Aaron coming back from the dead as a kind of Goblin King figure and making Logan run around a maze to try to get back a child or person he'd accidentally wished away, all while trying to sort of convince/seduce Logan into staying with him in supernatural-land forever, was REALLY QUITE PLEASING TO ME. And I have awful pairings, I know. But awful GREAT pairings.