Tuesday, December 13, 2005

I will not return to you; fly to the Sun and find your own personal heaven

Comments! Azure: o_O; Alan: Ah, I see... o_O; Shinmaru: I'm sure a lot of people do, heh. Sami: Tell me about it :p sah: I'm sorry if I shocked you ^_^; I really don't often swear, but somehow it just felt appropriate. And I see what you mean about self-fulfilling prophecies. I'm feeling okay now ^_^ *hugs* Monkey Orange: Eee! You're back! *grins* Yeah, idiotic moments. I just had quite a few in rapid succession. I think I've gathered myself, though. See, I reserve swearing for when I really mean it. I think it's much more effective then. And to be honest I don't enjoy it at any time, but sometimes I just think it's suitable. I wasn't very happy with myself a couple of nights ago, needless to say ^_^; Anyway, I've not got anything much to talk about. I'm concened about a friend of mine and saying anything else just doesn't seem worthwhile at the moment. Aside from that I'm okay, heh. Sorry if I caused any undue worries ^_^; Take care.

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Saturday, December 10, 2005

I can be a fucking idiot sometimes.

Sorry, everyone.
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Friday, December 9, 2005

A closed mouth gathers no feet

Comments! John: I have heard that song, though ^_^ (and just to confuse everyone else, I changed the title while John was commenting :p). Somebody once said I looked thirty when I was seventeen. That was a shock >.>; Kei: Puppies and Christmas presents, eh? That sounds like interestings topics ^_~ Akamaru: I think that is how Alzheimer's is spelt, heh ^_^; liamc2: Eee! It's a very pleasant surprise to have you commenting here ^_^ I ARE TEH HONOREDS!1!11!! Anyway, the house should be free of hallucinogens as of later today, as it's the last day of painting... and hopefully the last day of being prematurely woken up by the guy who does it >.>; He doesn't mean to, but he does plug his radio in and have it on very loudly while I'm usually wanting to doze in bed. Sometimes I reckon I should just keep my mouth shut. It's not that I say anything seriously wrong, but the last couple of days I've gotten excited over stuff and gone off on rambles before actually knowing the rest of the situation (this is in relation to OB Survivor: Game On! and the team PMs, by the way). I get PMs, then reply to them, then realise that by the time I've read the Pm and replied (before having already looked at the thread) that my reply's redundant -______-; Never mind, though. I've been torn from my usual schedule somewhat (not that there was much of a routine in that schedule anyway), as Jeremy and I met up on Wednesday to do stuff, whereby he suddenly asked me if I wanted to stay the night. And he meant... pretty much immediately as soon as I'd gotten home, when there was stuff on the net I wanted to look over first. I was running around in a panic trying to get stuff ready, as he also wanted me to come to Brighton with him at 8am the nest day. So once I'd gathered together everything I needed, the rest of the evening went pretty well. I'm getting better at Super Mario DS (almost up to 30 stars now!) and we watched a decent amount of Fullmetal Alchemist. Then we went to bed, and I set my alarm... ...for ten minutes before Jeremy wanted to leave. The stupid thing is, I knew what time he wanted to go and I set my alarm absent-mindedly just before going to bed. As soon as I woke up I realised my mistake, with lots of swearing. With less than ten minutes left, I still managed to wash my hair, get dressed and get my stuff together, but it was all a bit of a rush. And I remained pissed off about that for quite a while. I'd been looking forward to breakfast >.>; Anyway, Brighton itself was pretty cool. There are some decent shops there and it's much bigger than any of the cities nearby. I didn't have time or money to see and do everything I wanted to, but I did manage to get a set of 20kg dumbells for myself. Now I don't need to join a gym ^_^ Weight and See These dumbells proved quite an obstacle, though. I was stubborn and stupid enough to decide that i wanted to get them first, rather than (as Jeremy suggested) get them on the way back. But in truth, since the way we wanted to go after going past the shop wasn't going to take us within easy reach anyway, it wouldn't have made a lot of difference. But 20kg is a surprisingly big weight to carry, and I underestimated my stamina somewhat. Jeremy carried them most of the way, and I felt incredibly embarrassed for having to make him do that for me. It put me in mind of the battle interaction between Sakura and Naruto, during some of the later episodes. I don't want to have to make anyone do that for me again, so I intend to become physically stronger so any burden I choose to put upon myself will be mine and not hauled over onto anyone else. When I got back yesterday I was pretty tired, especially as I had to catch a train home by myself in the evening. It was just... a rather tiring day. And I have a murder mystery this evening and training tomorrow, which is not a fun prospect at this moment in time. Still, it's nothing, really. Just need to work out where I'm going to get a job from over the next few weeks/months...

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Monday, December 5, 2005

All the young people said...

Comments! The names for these comments shall be butchered from those of Naruto characters ^_^ Hokage-Samadi: I’ve met up with a fair few OBers, yeah ^_^; I think Shin’s probably met more, though. Le-aara: London’s a nice place at the right time of year, and in the right places. Otherwise it can be pretty scary, especially if you’ve never been there before or at night. Akamaru: Mmm, sociality’s contagious, no? Kei-kashi: Eheh, I think you’re probably right already ^_^; I can’t remember who it was and Chaucer did write The Canterbury Tales… I think the statue was of Marlowe anyway. He wrote Faust, and I’m sure of that. Johndaime: Thanks ^_^ Sa(ku)ra: Yes, that you should ^__^ Akamaru: Ropes… and I wouldn’t get sent to jail?! You’ve been eating too many soldier pills, young pup ^_~ Benkuro: Yeah, cause I was mistaken… *awaits doom from Kei* Sahzune: It’s surprising how many landmarks London has, and the sheer volume of shops like Starbucks and other places to eat… you’d think there were a starvation problem or something. It’d be much much nicer to walk around in if there were only half the amount of people there; I find it a little claustrophobic at times. My early-to-bed habit’s been broken several times already… perhaps I can fix that ^_^; It’s been a good few days since I last updated. I’ve been a little busy at home, and my computer’s still refusing to acknowledge that MyOtaku even exists half the time… still, I’ve been okay. I’m starting to wonder if I might be developing a cold, although having had the hall and landing repainted over the last two weeks in preparation for the new carpet going down has screwed my head tubes a bit. That’s the main news, really- the house has stunk of about five different varieties of paint for the last ten days or so. It’s really annoying. It surreptitiously spreads itself throughout the entire house, and I hate the smell. The emulsion wall paint wasn’t too bad- it’s the gloss used for the doorframes, doors and banisters. They’ve needed the most days to complete, too. For some reason, the area just outside the library (where my computer is) reeks of something I can’t describe. It’s not paint, I know that much. Perhaps it’s the influence (or, erm, effluence) of the toilet. Oh, and sometimes the library looks like it’s on fire. Aside from that Dan and I have finished writing two of our scripted projects, which we’re pretty pleased with. I can’t wait to film them, heh ^_^ It’ll be really good fun, and nice to see everything realised. I’ll probably cajole him into doing a director/writer’s commentary too, just for the hell of it. I love those, despite the fact that I’d be far too embarrassed of watching myself on film ^___^; Updating MyO today’s been quite an adventure, actually. I can only view comments downstairs, but I had to write the post upstairs because this one was required for actual work. By this point I’d found that I couldn’t access MyO upstairs, so wrote the post in word and sent it to myself over Hotmail so’s I could copy and paste it. When I got downstairs I logged into hotmail and for a brief moment felt loved, as I had an e-mail in my Inbox, then felt a moment of anticipation cause it was titles ‘That MyO Post’, thinking that someone had read something and wanted to talk to me in private about it… then I realised that I’d sent it -_-; Still, I’m here now, like it or not. Incidentally, Dad’s got a new monitor for downstairs and it’s huge! I can see twice as much as I can upstairs and it’s only two inches bigger… …I want one. Vindicated There are times when I feel like people are trying to get one over on me for no real reason. It’s like… sometimes when I’m at Jeremy’s and we’ve been watching an episode of Naruto or something and I’m eager to get to the next episode I’ll say something like “Quick! Next chapter!” in a jokey sort of way, and I’ll be met back with a comment like “Don’t command me!”, which although has a joke element to it, also seems to retain something rather more serious behind it. I know I’m in his house and all, but it seems a little much. Perhaps I’m just being over-sensitive. After all, he tend to misconstrue fairly innocent remarks as someone having a dig sometimes, which I never see. And when I’m trying to check something on the computer at his house, he’s almost always looking over my shoulder or’ll run in and want to check it first if I even make the slightest hint towards having a surf on the web. There are times when I know I’ve done (or at least felt like doing) that in the past, so I can’t criticise too much… but I still find it irksome. I could go into why I think that is, but there isn’t really any need to. Everyone has their own idiosyncrasies, and he’s still my friend after all. There are other times as well that I feel a little undervalued. Like when Mum lumps Venetia and myself together as ‘the kids’. I’d never objected to it before, but suddenly I don’t want to be known as ‘one of the kids’. I’m twenty, not four. This sounds terribly brattish of me, doesn’t it? ^_^; It’s been a long day, and the paint fumes are really annoying me. OB Survivor’s finally continuing, though ^_^ I love it to pieces, hehe. If I could draw, I’d love to do renditions of various scenes that’ve happened so far. S’about it, I think… If I think of anything more, I’ll edit it in. Or forget it. EDIT: Oh! No Boy, No Cry, the latest Naruto theme, is great. My only criticism is that it's an hour too short, cause I want to listen to it for longer without having to skip back all the time. Anyone think of any topics that you’d like me to discuss in the future?

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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

F**k tiredness...

Comments! Akamaru: Hehe ^_^ I'm sure I could steal you away from your group for a while. It'd be easier if you're near Forbidden Planet in the first place, and I wouldn't want to get in trouble for abduction or anything, but I'm sure it could be done. Sara: *smiles* I'm fed up with Googlisms for the day, personally. It's too much effort right now. I'm so tired. This is getting to be a serious problems now. I must must must must must start getting to sleep earlier, not least because it'll help get rid of the bags under my eyes but also because I feel awful whenever I wake up at the moment. If you see me online when I shouldn't be, kick me off and be rude about it, else I'll procrastinate further. Still, being excessively tired has its merits... somewhere. The days seem to pass by a bit quicker when I'm in a stupor, heh. But anyway... As well as finally getting round to talking about London, is there anything else anyone wants me to talk about? Any questions you want to ask, or subjects I should discuss? I owe Shy his interview questions, too. I'll post 'em here, and also PM them to him just in case. I've been crap at getting things done lately. 1. Which short Disney cartoon best represents an aspect of you, and why? 2. How would you interpret the difference between existing and living? 3. Which piece of technology (electrical appliance or not) would you feel most at a loss without? 4. What would you say makes up the core element of your personality? 5. Which character from a comic franchise would you choose to play you in a fictional representation of your life, and why? 6. Describe the front cover of said piece of fiction (assuming it's a book/film/comic). 7. What makes the perfect balloon? London's Morning Getting back to Friday morning, then, I woke up to the sound of the Gundam Wing US ending theme (the mp3 of which I cunningly uploaded to my phone for oodles of geeky goodness) and prepared myself for the day by washing my hair. I was very pleased that I had a shower that worked, and generally wasn't too erratic with its temperature control. you know how with electrical showers you find a constant, and if you try to go above or below that it either becomes scalding or freezong cold? I hate that. It's one thing that's guaranteed to piss me off, heh. I'd bought some milk the night before with the intention of drinking it later, but with the pizzas happening earlier I hadn't had a chance. I'd bee drinking little bits through the night, but it was a little warm by now ^_^; Once cleaning and preening (courtesy of my Manga Head hair gel, whee) had finished I packed up, and no sooner was I heading for the door when there was a knock on it- t'was Mimmi! We wandered downstairs, I received my £5 key deposit back from teh lady at teh receptionness, and we began making our way towards Megan! The day before, when I went to buy an Underground travelcard, I was given something called an Oyster card. Basically it's like a swipe card, except you sort of... hold it against these big yellow electronic pads on the one-way entrance and exit gates, and it lets you through. The nice thing is that it's re-useable, too, so you keep it and top it up whenever you need to go on the Underground. It's a nifty little gadget and is quite a nice set of blues to boot. Once we'd arrived at Tottenham Court Road, this guy at the reception kept trying to tell me where I should go, even though I knew where Megan's flat was already. I just wanted to go upstairs and drop my bag off, but he kept arguing that she didn't like in room 6, despite the fact that all the way up to her room, there are signposts for rooms 3-6 o_o; I was getting really annoyed with him, I was. Once I eventually tore myself away, I found everyone rushing down the stairs towards me at once. Apparently lateness was occurring, but the last guy out of Megan's flat turned back round to let me throw my bag in, which was muchlies nice of him ^_______^ The coach itself was pretty big, and quite nice for a coach. I always feel you need more legroom on those things, though. To be honest... at the beginning, I found the guide quite patronising. maybe it was because I knew a lot of what he was talking about anyway (the murder of Thomas Beckett, the Roman invasion and everything else), but there was something about him I just didn't get on with. I was hardly going to stand up and try to assert my historical knowledge, though ^_^; It was probably just my tiredness showing through. He was perfectly nice otherwise, and was really great at explaining things at Dover Castle. Jus' those early morning niggles. EDIT: Forgot the Cathedral ^_^; You needed to pay quids to be able to take pictures inside, which, although seemingly extortionate, makes sense because the trust'll need to be able to pay the upkeep somehow. It was a very glorious cathedral, in a religious and architectural sense. Very very high ceilings and lots of different dark archways to walk through. The best bits were the things belonging to the Black prince, though. Very schwe ^_^ Canterbury is a very nice place, certainly from an aesthetic point of view. Lovely old builings, interesting road strutures, nice shops... it's what Chichester ought to be- not too big, but containing enough for it to be useful. The pedestrain crossings were horrible, though. I'd have liked a little more time to look around the place, but unfortunately since we needed to head off to Dover fairly shortly that wasn't happenable. We passed some firemen doing some charity stuffs for Children in Need. They were doing a sort of sponsored 'slide-down-the-pole' event, and we al wanted to go too ^_^; We did manage to find some nice quiet areas to take pictures in, as well as a large metal head of... erm... it was either David Garrick or Christopher Marlowe. I can't remember who. probably Marlowe, seeing as he wrote The Canterbury Tales, uncannily enough set and staged in Canterbury. Once we'd tookified teh pictytoors teh busness was where we is were dun to bee meetingsing. Late is um bee notness we were. *coughs* Then we left for Dover Castle. The road to Dover's weird (at least, the one we took to Dover Castle was weird; I suspect Dover's main entrance was elsewhere)- it didn't seem like a main road at all, but the views were incredible pretty much wherever you were. The castle itself is incredible, too. The battlements are huge and span a huge distance, and the bailey in the centre is a lot bigger inside than it seems on the outside. So many spiral staircases! And besides what you can see above ground, there are sprawling networks of tunnels underground which were used during the Second World War. I'd love to see all of it in more detail sometime; we just had time to wander into the medieval tunnels and then up to the top of the castle for a quick jaw drop (and a dizzying experience looking down at... everything) before we had to head back. By this time I was getting the incredibly ominous feeling that I wouldn't be able to see Harry Potter as we'd first planned. I felt really guilty about it, seeing as Megan was so excited. I really did want to go (and I still do), but getting back safely to Lawrence's flat where I was due to stay the night was looking to be a technical nightmare. The taxi company I phoned up was incredibly rude, so a mental two fingers up to them meant I had to rely on buses; after looking into those I found that it'd take me at least an hour on top of however long the film was to get there, and then I needed Lawrence to collect me. I'd been meaning to say something all day and I didn't want to say no until I'd exhausted all possibilities... wagamama! Hunger struck! So, we went in search of food upon our return to the heart of London. As we walked, we almost went past an odd-looking place called wagamama, which Megan revealed to be a Japanese restaurant. The first floor was nothing but a leaflet rack and a set of stairs leading to a basement; I was guessing there was more seating downstairs... I've never been more enamoured with a foodplace, heh. The furniture, the food- if it could be summed up in an emoticon, it would be thus: ^______________________________^ I had chicken ramen, and I can't wait to get the opportunity to have it again. Unfortunately the nearest one to us is in Guildford, about an hour's drive away [There are some in Australia, too, by the by]. Jeremy was so impressed that I'd had it, though, and it's his ambition to get some. We're hoping to go and see Lawrence together sometime soon, so I'll have to take him there ^_^ I can't believe I ate all of it, though. The ramen bowls are bigger than your average car, and they're full of the stock that makes up the soupy bit. It's incredibly filling, and when we went to Starbucks afterwards (O_O;) I just couldn't manage anything additional. By now Lawrence was getting rather impatient with me not having an answer for when i was going to be round, and the matter of Harry Potter was looming ever into view. I fessed up, heh. Megan said it was fine, but I couldn't help but feel like I'd been an idiot about it anyway. The cinema tickets in London cost so much >.>; Anyway, once we'd finished in Starbucks I went back to Megan's and picked up my bags. One thing I was not sad about saying goodbye to was those bloody stairs. You have to be fit to run up and down those several times a day, heh. I hugged everyone goodbye, and began my trudge towards Queen's Park. I had a really great time ^_^ My only real regret is not making better conversation, but I guess if you've known someone through talking (as in, diary sites) for some while already, there isn't always that much you need to say- you just enjoy the company. And that I did ^_^

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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Jabby McJabJab

Comments! 15th November Megcadia: There are so many places I want to stay in the US, hehe. I hope I won't come across as a freeloader if I ever get to to a Big OB Tour of the World... Shinmarichael: I think it was the servers being strange. It's playing up at the moment, actually- I can see OB downstairs, but not upstairs. It's annoying, because I much prefer writing RPG posts up here. I can't wait to get to California, heh ^_^ Sahki: I will remember that ^_^ I'll need to find out decent ways to get around, too. A friend of mine has a CA driver's license, but I don't know if he'll be renting a car or not. Or even where he'll be when I arrive o_O; Sami: The most players I've had in an RPG was 20 and that was Exodia's Legacy that miraculously managed to finish. It always becomes more manageable when people are dropped out, though. 17th November Ben: EEE! I knew you'd come back ^______^ I'll scope out your Xanga site more often now I know it exists, but I can't comment on it. I still have your cell phone number ^_^ JJAkamaru: Yes. London is teh greatness ^_^ I could have easily spent the entire three days in Forbidden Planet, though >.>; So nice! Arcadia: Yes, THAT THEY SHOULD! *waves arms around dramatically* I had a fantastic time *grins* Azure: It's pretty cool, actually. Very sweet and spicy, a little like a mince pie in liquid form. I'm not sure the frothed milk really goes well with it, though. It's much nicer once it's cooled down, heh. *As screamed by hordes of rabid fangirls* SHINMARU~UU: I'll put up what I have in a bit. I'm not generally as... um... prolific with my picture taking, but if there's a nice one I'll have it. And that goes for photos, too. Yesterday Mimmi: I know. Being tired off my face doesn't help ^_^; My Akamaru: Methinks the advice sounds better from you, though ^_~ Goolism for the day: "solo is more of a concert" Currently listening to: Song for Guy, by Elton John I had my MMR (Measles, Mumps, Rubella) jab this morning. I was forewraned by a very friendly nurse that my arm would probably feel quite numb tonight, and there's a chance that in 7-10 days I'll feel a little under the weather. Right-o, then. My sister's really ill today. She's picked up a nasty bug from somewhere and has been throwing up fairly infrequently. She won't be well enough to take a modular exam she's got tomorrow. It's pretty nasty, and I really hate seeing her like this, especially as she's normally so bouncy. Still, I'd rather she rested and be better sooner than try and do stuff normally... if that makes sense, heh. Stupendousness! So, London, eh? I loved it ^______^ The constant walking and hauling of bags everywhere wasn't so great, though. Since I'd planned to stay with Lawrence for either Friday or Saturday night (depending on whether I had a rehearsal on Sunday) and he has no furniture in his flat, I had to take a sleeping bag and an inflatable mattress with me along with all my other necessary stuffs. Ah, and his PC games that he wanted back. Which meant two big bags of horrible heaviness to lug up to and through London. But the pay-off for that was the once in a blue moon meeting of Megan and Mimmi (and her sister), hehe ^_^ I managed to get into London for about 11am on the Thursday, whereby I got a phonecall from Megan wondering whether we were going to be able to meet up before she had to go for class. A quick call to Mimmi from me and we were on our way to the Oxford Street crossing of Tottenham Court Road! I felt rather self-conscious in my bandanna; perhaps a plainer one would have been a little less conspicuous than my konoha one, but I didn't have anything else to put on my head to keep it warm. And I needed it o_o; It were not warm on those streets. To be honest, I only had vague recollections of what Megan looked like from her photos she took back after one of the hurricanes blew over Florida earlier this year ^_^; As we rounded thr corner, a squee from Mimmi and her burst of speed into a familiar face signalled that our party was met ^_^ Thankfully, Megan said we could leave any excess bags we had in her flat, which I was most grateful for. The fact that her flat is up seventy-six moderately-hard-to-climb steps is a bit of a compromise, but it was nice to rest bit anyway. I can still hardly get over the fact that she lives with five other people in her flat, heh ^_^; It's not exactly spacious anyway, and when everyone's moving about at incredible speed I can imagine it getting very cramped. But it was nice, and cool to see where she'd been staying for this semester ^_^ She had to go to class, though, so in the meantime I took Mimmi and Elaine to Forbidden Planet and we went on a quest for Belgian Waffles from a Ben and Jerry's stall ^_^ It did look very nice, the waffle. Had I not just eaten a foot-long Subway roll I probably would have indulged myself, but as it was the mere thought of ingesting something so sweet after a relatively unhealthy sandwich made me feel obese. Next time, though, the waffle shall be mine *sneaks sneaks* After a breif sortie to a Disney Store, we traipsd back to Megan's flat... to find nobody was in, whereby we traipsed all the way back down the sevty-six stairs to the Student Lounge, where I read Chrono Crusade Volume 4 and stopped my phone from complaining by plugging it in to charge. Once Megan arrived back again, we outed to the British Museum! It was only a few feet away, surprisingly. I always got the impression that everything was well-spaced out in London, but you're actually always close to something big. And boy, is the British Museum spectacular. The big massive hall you walk into as you come in is rather sparse, though, as are the rest of the massive rooms that house sculptures and exhibits from all over the ancient worlds. We didn't get to see any mummies, but I did manage to get a decent look at some Greek sculptures (not that I have a major interest in them, though- it's for a play I'm helping out with next year). Then, cutting out any further ado with great gusto, we went to... ...Starbucks! It was pretty nice, and a great opportunity to finally have a decent chat amongst the four of us. Heh, Megan's been studying the same poet...ess that I was during my GCSEs five years ago. Apparently she's mellowed since then, but I still remember her poems as being rather moany. Mind you, poetry isn't really my thing anyway. Shortly after that, Mimmi, Elaine and I decided we should head for our hotel[s, as it was to turn out], and did so. It was my hope that I could check into their hotel, but unfortunately the receptionist told me they were fully booked. Still, the whole side of Prince's Square was covered in hotels, so the chances were I had to find somewhere. Which I did, thankfully ^_^ Mimmi and I had dinner in her hotel's restaurant (well... I ate and she watched, heh). It makes me sound greedy to say I ate two pizzas, which I did, but they were only the small ones, like the Chicago Town ones you stick in the microwave. There was a really nice impressionst-esque oil painting on the wall there... lots of pretty colours. Mimmi and I spent a while wondering what the painting might have been of- it's really quite indistinct. You could make out colours and shapes of big things like buildings, but whether the coloured blobs were people or gondolas we were never quite sure. Still, one showing of Nintendogs and a rather bizarre case of having to literally throw Mimmi off one of my many beds in my hotel room, I went to bed, expecting to collapse from exhaustion. Unfortunately I didn't, and it took me quite a while to get to sleep. Not to mention the weird noises people were making outside the window. I have never heard such loud and vaguely bizarre noises ever being shouted across a street, and they were literally: "Wooea-arghar-oo!" "Ai-oooeaareaio!" And that at about three am. Hmm... More London storiesness tomorrow, heh. I need a bath, a massage and sleep Although possibly not in that order. I offered to take the dogs for a walk despite the various bits of my body I've strained recently (back, ankle and with my arm feeling progressively more numb), and it's not very comfortable. But at the moment I'm trying to anything I can to help so that Venetia can feel better, so I'm telling myself not to care about my own physical state. And personally I think I complain too much anyway. I hardly whine, but I know I can put up with it, so I shut up. Now, to see if OB works here... ...it doesn't. Poofaces. Ah well ^_^; To downstairs!

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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Just a few more days...

I'm... really rather tired. Not just physically, but tired of things. Like the fact that my sister's boyfriend will keep phoning her up constantly and she spends far too much time on the phone. And, of course, you have Mum constantly having a go at her for always being on the phone, which helps nothing. I was just about to go into the situation in more detail when I realised I couldn't be bothered. It's so sordid, annoying and generally pointless that I suddenly realise why I'm never at home any more. It's been almost a week of nights I've spent elsewhere- London, Jeremy's house, Dan's... I think it is time for me to move out. But... I often feel like I'm the one who actually maintains sanity around here. Out of the three children of the family I've been around home the longest, and to an extent I think I share a greater understanding of everyone (besides Dad) than anyone else. Whenever I phone home from elsewhere, I'm always told that 'everything's fine', even though I know that when I'm not there it puts more pressure on Mum to get things done. And when I do get back, things tend to flare up again. It might just be this period in time- my sister's going through her first major major exams (GCSEs, for those in the know) and I think Mum's having to come to terms with the fact that... well... we're growing up. Sorry, I'll have something more interesting next time. And I'll comment on comments, too. Sayounara.

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Thursday, November 17, 2005

London- LIVE!

Well, I'm sat in the internet cafe in Mimmi (and her sister)'s hotel, having sort-of almost finished an exhausting day's travel on trains and traipsing round ancient monuments. And Forbidden Planet, hehe ^_^ Anyway, we met up with Megan (aka Arcadia earlier today and it was good! We're all off to Dover Castle and assorted other places (which as far as I remember are as far away from Dover as you can possibly get on the same field trip- I could be wrong, though)tomorrow, which should be very good fun also. I will (hopefully) have also gained more sleep than last night, so will be more awake and hence much more awake and ready for entartaining action antics! Today I was completely knackered; I hope I haven't appeared stand-offish or boring. That weird Chai Tea from Starbucks helped, though, as did the pizza I just ate. Aaah, unhealthy foodses! Anyway, I only have five minutes left and I need to look up some stuff, so I needs must dashgorunaway. Take care!

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Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Tricky is more annoying than Slippy

Comments! Sami: I know, but I'm still excited about it anyway, hehe. The posts in there so far have been great; all I need to do is plant my creative face in the right place and I'm set ^_^ Desbreko: That would've been really cool, heh ^_^ The Blue Feather team's looking a bit sparse so far, hehe. Sara: I almost didn't sign up, heh ^_^; I'm always apprehensive about things that are so big in their organisation, but I knew I'd only kick myself later if I wasn't a part of it, much like Jokopoko's OtakuBoards: Enter the Game, which is easily the best quality RPG I've ever read. I've not played a female character properly before either, so this should be really interesting. Mimmi: Well... we're not really doing any plays as such. I'm just helping choreograph stage fights at the CFT. And Dan and I are writing a romantic comedy, hehe. That's about it for the moment. Googlism for the day: "solo is moody and slow and stays in the lower register" I can't see most of the Crappy Club for Jerks pages; not really too sure why, but it is rather infuriating. Trying to organise travel is a right pain in teh bum. I may change my decision about when I go over to America- seeing as Jeremy and Alec are heading over earlier and going to New York before LA, I may well go with them if it proves to be easier and cheaper... although then you have a trade-off with accommodation, internal travel and things like that. Hmm...

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Sunday, November 13, 2005

Double-Edged Sword

Googlism for the day: "solo is produced in the traditions of good danish craftsmanship" Which actually makes sense, seeing as I have Danish ancestry. Anyway, things've been... odd this last week. Aside from the farce that was Wednesday it's been pretty quiet. I don't think people quite know what to make of me wearing my bandanna to rehearsals... I don't do it to be a nerd; I just genuinely wanted to wear a bandanna, and my hair was crap. They probably weren't talking about me at all, but it felt like it. All that aside, the rehearsal was actually pretty good fun. There are some cool kids in the cast. Game On! I got into Sami's Video Game Survivor! Eee, I'm stupidly pleased ^_________^ I hope I can do alright in it. I've not done anything like it before, but then since I've not been one for just leaving RPGs it shouldn't be a problem keeping up with it, especially now as I'm not... actually... working... as I should be. I'm going to start up the Pokemon one sometime in the next few days; some people are having problems with their bios and I want to make sure they're comfortable with that before getting started. That, and I'm bloody tired. Game Off! I get the impression that I irritate people. Some people. God, I should stop being so bloody paranoid >.>; But if I am being stupid, I'd rather people be honest than sit there, being polite and just getting more frustrated. I got to use my lovely big sword on Saturday ^_________^ It really is fantastic to use, if absolutely exhausting in armour. Fortunately for my stamina, I forgot my arming jack yesterday, so I wore only my jumper and a T-Shirt on my upper half to protect me from potential blows. Unfortunately for my body, however, I sustained several heavy hits when going up against a poleaxe, which struck me on the right shoulder and a couple of times on the leg. Still, it was great fun- I hadn't realised how versatile the War Sword was; despite its size, it's actually quite easy to use providing you can see the opportunities for doing so. I just want to show everyone ^_^; Track 12 on Gackt's Crescent CD (Oranji no Taiyou), sung with L'Arc-en-Ciel's hyde is very very good. I know I said that in the last post, but there was a single bit that caught my attention this time. There are a couple of notes about four and a half minutes long where Gackt sounds absolutely incredible, but he never sings like that anywhere else in any other song I've heard. It took me a while to work out which voice was his and which was hydes (their tones are so similar at times it's hard to differentiate), but that note was definitely Gackt's. I think. Either way, it was good, and he should sing like that more often. His vocal range is very limited otherwise. Happy Birthday to Akamaru/^.^/Josh! I haven't sent you your present yet, but I promise it won't be long. Ah, I still need the postal code, though ^_^; I haven't anything else to say. Excapt that my chewy thing's nearly broken -_-; I have a habit of chewing plastic things that sit near the computer, usually bits of broken covers or packing from various electical appliances. Last time it was a black somethingoranother, this time it's a protective sheath that was over a three-pin plug. Don't know why that's relevant, but anyway... Take care. EDIT: And I miss Ben. I hope World of Warcraft didn't entirely swallow him up...

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