So. This morning I got up super early so that I could get into the city and be at the AIF at 8am for my first aid practical. I get there and am cheerfully greeted by Kassie, Kobie, Rory and April saying "The St. John's people bailed on us. Go home."
Of course this was after they figured out who I was. They didn't recognise me from far away with my glasses on.
I already felt like crap. I did a movie afternoon with Casey and Caitlin yesterday (and I now have a new fandom as well! Anybody who has a chance to watch the series "Dead Like Me"? Watch it. It's seriously awesome) and I ate chocolate and drank Sprite. Which basically meant that my body went MOTHERFUCKERDIE! this morning and was trying to flush all the Sucrose and Lactose out of my system. Needless to say I felt pretty shocking. So I head off to the train station, Pop says he'll pick me up from the Thornlie train station when I ring him. I spend ten minutes walking around the bloody city looking for a toilet because my gut is growling worse than my dog does when the mailman comes by every day and I'm feeling all horrible and crampy and bloated. Then I get a msg from Tim "r u still in the city do you need a ride home". I msg back saying "no I'm fine, thanks though" as I FINALLY manage to find myself a bloody toilet. Seriously, it's the city - WHY COULDN'T I FIND ANY TOILETS? Dammit.
Anyways. Get on the train, ride back to Thornlie train station. When I got to Cannington I try ringing Nan and Pop. Evil preppy voice of doom says something about message bank. I figure I'll try again in a minute. I ring them about fifty time in the space of 45 minutes, 40 of which was spent loitering outside Thornlie station hopnig to God that a gang of bogans and/or Aborigine's (seriously, Thornlie baaaaad place, especially at night) didn't rock up and kick the fuck out of me for my spare change or something. I leave a message at Nan and Pops. FINALLY I give up and catch the bloody 883 bus down to the Langford shops. I'm about to get off the bus when mobile rings. It's Nan, freaking out because their phone wasn't ringing or something and they'd only just got my msg. I tell her I'm fine and walk home. Talk to Blair on phone, watch some Lost, do some screencaps and icons and stuff. Mum has a headache. So we go down to the local Zest Health and Fitness dooby so I can sign up for a gym membership (FINALLY). Lots of talking with lady called Jess - she's cool, much like other Jess's I know. Why are Jess's always cool? Wtf? Anyways. Go home, go on internet to talk to Blair. Mum takes me to craft night. I do some crafty stuff and mum and I make Nan's bed cause duh she just had a knee reconstruction and Pop's hands are too bent and gnarled from Athritis to tuck the sheets in properly. His hands are getting so much worse.
Anyways. Got home just now, came back on internet. Am downloading music and will post fanfic in a moment. Love the Lost fanfiction.
Title: Moment of Change
Rating: PG
Genre: flangst
Summary: Missing scene from The Greater Good. Claire’s reaction to Boone’s death. Charlie POV.
Disclaimer: Lost isn’t mine but it will be one day! ...Okay so I’m lying, I will never own Lost or anything relating to it but hey a girl can dream right?
Spoilers: Up to and including 1x20 Do No Harm and 1x21 The Greater Good
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