Ohai gaiz.

May. 13th, 2012 11:15 pm
blood_winged: (PrussiaxEngland - Drunk)
Yes, it's me, I'm still alive!

How long has it been since I last posted properly.... erm. Wow. Nearly a month.

Jeez...

Guess I should let y'all know what I've been up to! To be honest... roleplaying, mostly. I've joined a couple of games on DW and they've been keeping me pretty busy, but I've settled now and should definitely get back into writing. I noticed it's been a month since my last fic update I am so sorry about that I haven't even noticed the time passing so quickly. It's even half done and everything. I'll have that up soon as I can remember where I was actually going with it.

I still don't have a job and I'm still not much closer to getting one, but I'm still trying. I suppose it won't be much longer before the Jobcentre starts pushing even harder at me but I can't do more than I'm already doing and I'm not going to spend a load of my own money to go trolling around Wigan/Manchester/Warrington looking for jobs. I'm unemployed. I can't afford £4.50 on public transport however many times a week. It's the undeniable flaw in their logic, I think.

Though speaking of work I'm still volunteering at the British Heart Foundation. I've managed to garner myself a couple of admirers and while the attention is flattering it isn't exactly wanted. One of them has backed off, but the other is being a little more persistent. Not pushily or creepily so, but I think he's got it into his head that if he can just persuade me that I'd like to try to have something with him then it would all work out fine. I don't get into relationships anymore for a variety of reasons, and the fact that he's on the rebound after coming after an eight year long relationship with someone who just left him about three weeks ago would mean that even if I did like him that way I wouldn't be getting into anything with him now.

He's a nice enough guy and I think he's trying to be understanding about why I don't want to be with anyone, but I don't think he can quite get his head around the idea of someone who has no sexual desire.

Still, until he starts getting annoying, I'll allow it. He's not doing any harm and it's not like he's cornering me and demanding anything. I'd just be reluctant about doing anything with him 'as friends' in case he takes it as a sign that I'm starting to come around to the idea.

Hmm.

Last Saturday, I met up with the amazingly awesome [livejournal.com profile] nasty_show again and we went to see The Avengers. I hadn't been terribly bothered about seeing it since superhero films aren't one of the things I lose my shit over, but I was curious, and Holly once again swept me up in her enthusiasm as she has a tendency to do.

Luckily, that morning, the birthday present that I had bought for her had also arrived! It was late, but it was the first I'd seen her after her birthday so what can you do.

This is what I got her.



It's a pendant, and I bought it from a seller on Etsy. It's about a centimetre high and hand made, and the cutest thing. We had some lunch at my house and then went off to the cinema.

I HAVE NEVER HAD LESS REGRETS ABOUT SEEING A FILM I DIDN'T INITIALLY CARE ABOUT.

Seriously. If you have not seen The Avengers yet then you need to. Even if you don't care about superhero films.

I would see it again. Easily.

Nothing much happened through the week. The manager was off work so we actually got stuff done. Honestly, the manager is lovely but she tends to flit about and get under your feet, while the assistant manager actually organises herself and everyone else. The only major problem we've had is one of the new staff seems to be dating all the new stock incorrectly. We've found stock dated 9/12 (9th of December), and if anyone from head office came in and saw that we would be in so much trouble.

I did, however, have the shock of my life on Friday afternoon. The phone rang, and Sue had her hands full downstairs so she called up to me to answer it. Kurtis, one of the other volunteers, is a nice guy but a bit socially backwards. He was closer to the phone, so he said he would answer it. I said okay.

However, had I known he would give off the 'hello British Heart Foundation' etc spiel in the most bored tone imaginable and then top it off by saying 'what do you want', I wouldn't have let him within ten feet of the phone. It is a place of work. You do not answer the phone like that.

I ended up having to take the phone off him anyway and apologise to the woman he was speaking to before I took down her address and number because he was just mumbling into the phone and couldn't seem to fathom how to hold the phone between his ear and shoulder while he wrote her address down. He's lucky it was just someone ringing for a pickup, not the manager, or the area manager, or someone from head office, or anyone. I smacked him over the head with a clipboard when I put the phone down and told him to never answer the phone again.

For the love of GOD.

Anyone who has made it this far, I congratulate you. There's still more.

Last night, my dad took my sister and I to see Avenue Q. We've seen it before, but dad hasn't. Our dad is one of those cool dads who is an utter nerd and lets you cuss (within reason) and goes to see things like Avenue Q with you. He loved it, and I had actually forgotten how rude it is.

Before that, though, we went to my nanna's with my aunt and two cousins. My cousin Sam is eight (I think?) and one of those kids who tends to just ignore you. I brought a Simon's Cat book along with me, which I'd picked up at the shop for £2.50 (£12.99 new, bloody bargain), to show to my nanna because I know she likes Simon's cat, and my cousin took a liking to it and spent an hour going through it with us. He then went through it again when we were done because he liked it so much.

Sometimes, he can be cute.

Now to the latest thing - my sister has expressed an interest to go to MCM London next year - a pan-fandom convention. She's not into anime, and has never really shown any interest in this kind of thing before, but now she wants to go.

And she wants to cosplay.

She gained so many cool points from me for that. More than she got from being able to quote the Magic Cupcakes video despite never having read Homestuck. Which my dad can now also do since I showed it to him. Amy wants to cosplay Rapunzel, á la Tangled, and I'm going to be her Mother Gothel. I have a friend who makes the most beautiful cosplays and she's going to see how much it would cost to make them for us, rather than having to settle for whatever we can find on ebay (because Gothel costumes are non-existent and Amy doesn't really like the look of the Rapunzel ones).

She's going to have a Pascal and take a frying pan with her. xD

*DEEP BREATH*

So. How are all of you?
blood_winged: (USxUK - Nekodrag)
I've been slacking off a bit with entries lately but here I am again.

Last Thursday, I spent some very fun times with [livejournal.com profile] nasty_show. I was waiting until she got her entry up so I could snag her photos and if I could I would be lazy and link to it but it is unfortunately friends locked so here we go :V

We met up at about quarter to one because I was derpy and late, and I must have had one of the slowest and rudest bus drivers working for First. Pleh. Anyway I got there eventually and was very happy to see the squishy derp that is Holly because I love her face.

LOOK AT ALL OF THIS RIGHT HERE. Long entry is long. )

AAAAAAH

Dec. 27th, 2011 05:15 pm
blood_winged: (Prussia - Sexy)
First of all, [livejournal.com profile] arakni666, I apologise for the delay in the last chapter of your gift fic, I wanted to write it last night but ended up falling asleep x.x I don't know if you'll actually see this but I'm writing it right now and will have it done by tonight.

I've spent all day moving files over the wifi (again), though I spent most of the day downstairs so the signal was better :1

I'm going to Iceland in two weeks aaaaaaaaah XO AND I'M MEETING [livejournal.com profile] nasty_show ON THURSDAY AAAAAAAAAH
blood_winged: (USxUK - Comfort)
Last night, I went out with the family for dinner. I'm not much of a staying-out-drinking kind of person so I came home after we'd eaten (at about 6pm) and wrote the first chapter of my [livejournal.com profile] usxuk Secret Santa fic for [livejournal.com profile] arakni666 (and the fact that it was well received was also a nice gift). I'll be doing the second chapter today and the final one tomorrow. My sleeping patterns have been a bit off for the past few days so by 9pm I was feeling a bit meh and sitting in my room drinking Baileys. When the rest of the family got home, mother and Amy were rather squiffy, not to the point of being annoying but definitely to the point of everything they said being absolutely hilarious (two classic quotes from the night from my mother - 'Old people are beige' and 'Old people don't go on Facebook').

From not feeling terribly festive last night once I got home, I woke up in a rather good mood and got up once I heard movement downstairs. I've noticed as I've got older that my 'haul' of gifts has got smaller, but I've also noticed that I don't really mind. My Christmas has been staggered over two days for as long as I can remember - on Christmas Day we (my sister and I) get our gifts from my mum, stepdad, each other, and various relatives/friends of the family, and on Boxing Day we get our gifts from our dad and that side of the family, though they mostly stopped giving presents several years ago. :1

Anyway, on to the gifts. I took pictures of some of them, but not all, because I don't really need to take a picture in order to explain a pair of socks. Speaking of socks, I got two pairs of fluffy purple ones. I rather like fluffy socks since I don't leave the house that often and they're better for keeping my feet warm. I also got a scarf, and two jumper-cardigan-thickandwarm-type-things that I will now wear the heck out of until mum decides she hates them and buys me new ones next year in an effort to make me get rid of them. I also got a onesie. Ehehe. I will be taking that to Iceland. I have some bracelets and some fudge, and some nice smelling spray stuff that will probably last me forever because I don't really use it that often.

On to the things I took photos of.

From my sister, I got these two things. A mug shaped like a moose (the top comes off) and some hot chocolate, and a Union Jack hot water bottle cover (plus hot water bottle), which is just awesome 8D



From my friend Kitten, I got a Union Jack teacup and saucer set~ It was terribly unfortunate that one of the saucers managed to break while it was on its way but I don't much mind since I'm only actually using one of them, the rest are being kept nice and safe in the box.



Mother managed to do quite well with DVDs and such this year.



From my dear friend Ammy, I got these two lovely things, which I'm almost wary of actually taking anywhere for fear of losing them.



Lastly, [livejournal.com profile] iiluov got me a TY Beanie Baby, after I found it online. I had it when I was much younger, and I have no idea where or how I managed to lose it, but now I have another <3



I'll likely do another entry tomorrow when I have all my presents from my dad, as well as (finally) a new laptop that actually works, which dad has been taking care of for me.
blood_winged: (SwitzerlandxJapan - Dancing)
Just when you think that something is over, it gets worse. The S key on my laptop has finally packed in, but thankfully I have a USB keyboard from the last time this happened. It feels weird, but it's better than nothing.

On Thursday, after spending an hour on the phone with Laskys I thought I'd finally sorted everything out. Then, on Friday, I find two emails from them which I didn't really understand, and I sent them to my dad so he could have a look. To him, it looked as if they were trying to send me a replacement. I don't want a replacement, I just want a refund so I can not have to deal with them anymore.

I was out, which I'll talk about in a minute, but I was stressing out so dad called them for me. The man he spoke to said that the refunds department was closed, but that there was a refund marked on my account and nothing to be delivered. So I'm thinking this email I got must have just been an error in the system. Dad rang back this morning to get through to the refunds department, where he was told that there WAS a replacement on order, though I have no idea how they were doing that since they were telling me there were none in stock. He cancelled it for me (though I'm surprised they let him do it) and I will hopefully get an email confirming that by tomorrow.

If I don't, dad is gonna call them back for me, and I'm rather glad he's taken over this for me because I am at the point where I just want it to be over with and I would have snapped on the phone with whatever unfortunate soul happened to end up speaking to me. I'm feeling like I'm being messed about, but I don't think it's happening on purpose, it's just a load of miscommunication and I will be writing a strongly worded letter to them when this fiasco is over.

On to the 'out' part. I was at a church in Liverpool on the door for a charity concert by an acapella group. I had no idea what I'd be doing when I got there and didn't know anyone, but it was alright and my night was significantly brightened by winning a prize in the raffle. 31 is now my lucky number. It was nice to get out of the house, I suppose.
blood_winged: (PrussiaxEngland - Drunk)
As of yesterday, I finally have all of my university work out of the way and will never have to do another assignment like that for the rest of my life. I came up short on the word count, and I'm just kind of hoping that the way I spaced it out means that nobody will notice because I swear I could not have written any more even if I had sat there all night staring at it. If the worst comes to the worst, I'll be told off for it, but to be honest I've put things in that have been too short before and no one has ever bothered with it. I don't even really care anymore, I just wanted to get it over with. It's a pity, really, that writing has always been a passion of mine and yet I have almost entirely lost interest in writing for myself, with my own characters, though I still love to write fanfics. Maybe now that I'm not feeling as if that kind of writing is something that I SHOULD be doing, I might get back my desire to do it. I might post it up here if I can get the nerve to do so.

Despite the lack of sleep that I had because of - as usual - my procrastination, I woke up in a pretty good mood and went to drop my work off, then I went into Manchester with my sister. We've been saying for a while that we were going to go to a place called Appyfeet, and we finally went. There's nothing quite so weird as the feeling of your feet being nibbled on by a few dozen tiny fish. Yes, tiny fish. It's a very strange sensation, almost like having pins and needles, and they nibble all the dead skin off your feet.

After that I allowed her to drag me around shopping. I don't shop. I hate to shop. However I did manage to get her to buy me some shoes. Win.

There was going to be more to this entry, but now I'm tired, so I might post with something more interesting tomorrow. Also will finally get to work on all those prompts. Ohyes. The meme is still open, letters that have already been filled can be filled again. Just saying.

Oderp.

Sep. 20th, 2011 02:27 pm
blood_winged: (FrancexSpain - Together)
Last night I spent a very amusing hour or so attempting to come up with a name for one of the main antagonists for my dear friend and waifu [livejournal.com profile] lemiru's upcoming new webcomic which is yet to be titled. He has been nicknamed 'murderprince' up until this point and after much throwing names at Miru and much giggling on her part at the random names I was managing to come up with I threw the name Matthias Ulfred Rodolph Dmitri Eduard Rafe Philip Robert Ingram Niklaus Cedric Eisenberg at her. So you don't have to spend any time staring at it wondering why on earth I picked those names, I will tell you right now that the initials spell out 'M.U.R.D.E.R.P.R.I.N.C.E.'. I thought it was quite clever.

Eventually, Miru decided she liked the name Albrecht, which I think fits quite well with the name of his errand-boy Marechal, Tibeault. Seriously. 'Albrecht and Tibeault'. How well do those names go together? I think 'very'. 8)

Though the wisdom that is Miru also decided to tack the MURDERPRINCE string on after Albrecht, likely with a few changes in the names, because royals always have ridiculously long names and because his initials all together would then spell out 'A MURDERPRINCE' which is just too awesome.

Mother is coming home today, and I'm kind of torn over whether or not I want to go to the airport when John goes to pick them up. On the one hand, it would be nice to see them off the plane, but on the other hand, mum wants to go out for dinner and I have this sinking feeling that something will happen to cause an argument, which will just leave me wishing that I never went. I don't think that I want to risk it, so I'll just wait until she comes home. I also have no wish to be trying to get to the airport (and away from it) in rush hour traffic... e.e

I think I'll just stay here. =| I have plenty of writing to keep me occupied.
blood_winged: (PrussiaxEngland - Pirates)
Well, I say tonight. It was more like last night until about 1am (it's now 7.30 and I haven't slept yet). A friend of mine had a birthday recently and invited me out for a drink, along with a few other people. I managed to drink almost two litres of cider in three hours and I'm quite a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, so I was rather merry, feeling a mixture of light-headedness and nausea, and singing my heart out to the songs I knew when they came on by midnight. I went back to Matt's flat to get picked up by my mother, who had insisted that I couldn't go home on my own and I didn't really want to stay over at Matt's place. It's slightly awkward, aside from him being my ex boyfriend, because he's in the middle of moving out and everything is a complete mess.

Over the past week I've been replaying Fallout 3, and I've finished it all including four out of the five DLCs. The only one I have left to do is Mothership Zeta and I'm sort of delaying doing it because I find it a bit annoying. I also need to get past the last quest on the Bonfire of the Vanities section of Assassin's Creed 2 before I can finish it, and I'm putting that off too because it takes so long to get it right.

Despite all this playing and NEVER SLEEPING EVER I've managed to keep up my pledge to write a fic for every prompt on the [livejournal.com profile] usxuk community, so far. Some of them have been harder than others and some I haven't been happy with at all, but that's more my own fault for leaving them until I'm half asleep then being so determined to finish that I write them half conscious. As for the last one... I wrote it drunk. I'm not sure what kind of impact that had on the content.

I've also been listening to this on a loop all day. The ending song to Portal 2. Possible spoilers for those who haven't played the game.


#481

Jun. 6th, 2011 12:59 am
blood_winged: (England punk)
I'll be nearing the big 500 on journal entries soon, it seems =o

I am, at the moment, in Reading (about 45 minutes by train outside of London for you out-of-towners) at my dad's flat because last night, we went to another concert. Not Rush this time, and I was admittedly not as excited as I had been when we went to see them, but I still was looking forward to it so it was a bit of a bummer when dad text me on Saturday morning saying his kidney stones were acting up again and he was in a bit of pain and if it was still bad in the evening we wouldn't be going. That was fine and I went down anyway, and luckily he was feeling much better by the time I got there. Then it was my turn - I hadn't eaten all day save for a bit of shortbread that came with my free coffee on the train (first class, first time ever, it was awesome), and when I got to dad's I was kind of hungry so I had a chocolate biscuit to take the edge off and it probably wasn't the best plan in the world, because it upset my stomach something fierce. I know myself pretty well by now though and I knew I'd be fine, so I did my best to ignore it as we spent well over an hour actually getting into London, and by the time we got to the arena I was pretty sure I was just hungry and guess what, I was right, so I had a hotdog and I felt fine. Huzzah.

After we ate we went in and sat down and the seats were pretty decent until two rather tall men came and sat in the seats in front of us. Now I'm not short at 5'7" and my dad is probably about 5'10" and even with a three inch drop to the seats in front of us they were still blocking the view. It wasn't too bad though, I could see between them and the view was pretty good.

Styx were on first and I've never really heard much from them though I did recognise a few of the songs. I could tell that the audience warmed up to them from when they came on the stage to when they went off, and I think I'll be looking into them a bit more when I get home because they were really rather good. One of the guys had what would be thought of over here as a 'typical' American accent (that is, he was from Alabama, make of that what you will) and he was very enthusiastic. xD

Foreigner were on next and although I didn't know much of their stuff either they did play two songs that I knew very well - Cold as Ice and I Want to Know What Love Is, the latter of which they got the entire audience singing along to. I didn't know that either of them were by Foreigner but it was awesome to hear them. I'm going to be looking a bit more into them too.

It was 9.30 when Journey came on. I'm pretty sure that most people only came to see them and everyone in the lower part of the arena stood up when they came on. It was only an hour and a half but I couldn't stay stood up the whole time (and neither could dad). The new (ish, I guess) guy that they have on lead vocals, Arnel Pineda is amazing and sounds so much like Steve Perry it's weird. Also, dad got me a t-shirt =D So now I have a Rush t-shirt and a Journey t-shirt. I'm not sure which one to wear on the way home. 8|

It took us until 1.30 in the morning to get home thanks to so many people suddenly flooding into the underground and the only trains being ones that take an hour, and then we stayed up watching the last episode of Doctor Who. RIVER SONG. FKHJKGFJKHF. That's all I'm going to say on the matter, but I rather wish I'd watched the last series because I have no idea what all that Last Centurion stuff is all about. I'd say this has been the best series of the 'reboot' that I've seen for a while. Dad went to bed after that, at about 3am, and I was up until about 5am chatting to the people I hadn't seen all day.

Today, I slept a lot. Which was awesome. When I got up dad was playing LEGO Pirates of the Caribbean on his Xbox 360, so I sat and watched him play that for a while. He's funny to watch because he falls off things a lot and gets frustrated. I'm not sure if he talks to himself when no one else is there but if he's anything like me (which he is) then he does. When it got to about a quarter to seven we went out to a restaurant, and I wasn't allowed to look at the prices of the food because it was expensive 8| But I had three courses! I don't remember the last time I had three courses at a restaurant. I had squid to start, which was yummy - I've had it before, and even the salad was nice, I usually leave those. I don't do green stuff =| For my main I had venison, which I've never had before, and it was deliiiicious. I'd definitely have that again. It had glazed figs with it too. I wasn't too keen on the taste of them on their own but they made a nice compliment to the meat. I had baked alaska for dessert, something else that I'd never had before, and heee it was cute. They made it like a little ball and it was all spiky. I must have looked absolutely delighted when the waiter put it in front of me. Then I had a cappuccino, and dad tried to keep me from seeing how much it all was but he failed xD It actually didn't come to as much as I thought it might have. It was good to come away from a meal not feeling like I'd over-stuffed myself.

We walked back to the flat then, in the rain (the heat has finally let up, at least down here), and dad did some ironing while I watched Walking with Monsters. Then we put Walking with Dinosaurs on and I'm sat up watching that right now. I'll be going home tomorrow, sadly not in first class but I don't miiiind. I'll hopefully be able to finish the second fic I need to write for the usxuk fanworkathon. I am not good with deadlines, ahaha, but all the space and having my own table on the way down meant I could finish the first one and make a start on the second, so I shouldn't have any trouble finishing.

Then I can get back to work on my genderswap fic. =D
blood_winged: (America suspenders)
My sincere apologies, dear watchers that I haven't updated in the time I've been away but the last few days have been somewhat exhausting. Not in a bad way, but I seem to have been missing out on a lot of sleep as tends to happen when I'm required to actually get up before noon to go somewhere. Despite that it's been rather enjoyable - I can deal with sleep deprivation for a few days at least.

On Monday we arrived here, after a horribly, and ridiculously long train journey (I don't know why there isn't a more direct train to Reading, seriously, it would actually be quicker to go to London and then go to Reading from there) in which I fell asleep rather a lot and so on, that's all been talked about. Dad made his awesome cottage pie which I ate a whole third of and then we all sat around geeking out on our laptops. Because we're cool that way. I also swiped the keyboard from dad's old laptop which was fortunately the same model as mine, so I can now finally stop using a USB keyboard.

On Tuesday dad and I went down to Portsmouth, on the south coast, to see the HMS Victory, the flagship of the British fleet under Admiral Lord Nelson, during the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805.

There was more there than we thought there would be. Another ship, several small museums, and an exhibit on the third floor of a 250 year old building housing the sail flown by the Victory at the Battle of Trafalgar. The sail is so large that a third of it is rolled up, and it has to be kept in extremely stable conditions because of its age and delicacy, so photographs weren't allowed. It was still awesome to see it, though.

As well as the Victory, there was also the HMS Warrior, 'the first iron-hulled, armour-plated warship, built for the Royal Navy in response to the first ironclad warship, the French La Gloire, launched a year earlier'. We went on that one first.

(Photos are clickable as always)

Picspam here. )
Full album here.

After we were done there, we went down to the Mary Rose museum. The HMS Mary Rose was completed in 1512 under the reign of King Henry VIII. She was recovered in 1982 and unfortunately was undergoing some serious restoration work which won't be finished until 2012, so we couldn't see the ship herself. Still, there was a lot of neat stuff going on and dad took a photo of me in a helmet, which, if you really, really want to see it, is here.

We then went back to the flat and had pizza for dinner. I ate a lot of it and impressed everyone. Yay me.

Yesterday (Wednesday) we went into London to see Wicked, which I've been wanting to see for years, and it was awesome. I wasn't sure dad would like it but he did, and Amy liked it too. It seemed funnier than the American version. At least, it got quite a few laughs at parts that were obviously meant to be funny. I don't know, maybe that kind of thing just appeals to us more. I did the silly thing of putting my underground ticket into the same pocket as my phone, which meant it no longer worked in the machines. Luckily we weren't out sightseeing or something because that would have been an absolute pain. We had McDonalds that day. Om nom.

Then we came back home today, another long and boring train journey delayed by around half an hour by a slow train and then a fire at one of the stations ahead of us, and my sister had the urge to kill someone the entire way while the brat behind me for half the trip kept hitting the back of my seat. Not the most pleasant train journey I've ever been on but certainly not the worst.

Glad to be home, though. I missed my bed.
blood_winged: (Norway & Iceland)
I can't remember where my last entry was and I can't be bothered to look so I'll just go from the beginning of the past few weeks and see how long this goes on for.

MCM wafflage )

Some fretting from me. )

The week after~ )
Game stuff. )
Just want to see the photos? Click here. )
blood_winged: (Japan x Korea)
It was raining in the morning. Luckily, Kelly and I got into the bus station before the skies really opened (and boy did they open). We caught the bus to Manchester and to Kelly's relief we met someone on the bus who could show us the way to where our coach was leaving from - my (sort of) uncle Terry, my step-dad's brother.

We ran into some traffic on the way in, and it was 10:20 before we go into the station, with the coach due to leave at 10:30. Uncle Terry picked up Kelly's case and we legged it. The coach was late anyway. Ah well.

The coach journey isn't worth mentioning, as it was boring and nothing happened.

We got to the hotel and checked in, got ready (I wore make up. Gosh) and then left. We had NO idea where we were going, and met this slightly crazy fangirl type person called Brogan. She had blue hair. I found her a bit annoying. So we found the queue eventually, and got chatting to a few people in it (because it's always good to make friends). We stood there for TWO HOURS and then finally got inside, and I was kind of surprised at the size of the place. It wasn't a huge concert hall, it was more like a bar than anything else (more like a gig, really). I suppose it'd be because he doesn't have THAT many English fans. Or because he just likes the small gigs.

Miyavi. Unf. He came on stage, and leaned into the microphone, and said "... Hello London." and we all went NUTS. I don't even know why I did. I'm not even that big of a fan O_o But I did. Absolutely nuts. God damn he's so sexy. I think if I didn't have a clue who he was I would have been the same.

... Unf.

And I was so clooooose to him >_< I could have touched him if I'd been a bit more aggressive but I didn't want to lose my spot. It was a good spot.

He fainted half-way though the show. It could have been a set-up, but it wouldn't surprise me if it was real. He was sweating buckets and it was so hot, and he was jumping around like a crazy thing. Some people left when he got carried offstage but more waited, and he came back out ^_^

I wish I could have got some photos, but apparently after his last concert when people were more concerned with filming him and taking pictures that it got him really upset, so he's banned photographs at his performances. I can't say I blame him, I think I'd do the same. You can really tell he cares about his fans ^_^

Kelly got way too warm, though. It's probably good that it ended when it did because she looked close to passing out. I poured water on her head. She was not amused (I was). She had one of the guards looking out for her and bringing her water, which was nice of him. It finished at about tenish and we hung around for a bit to wait for the crowd to filter out then we left too, and caught up with a couple of the people we'd been speaking to in the line. We waited for the band to come out at the back and all squealed like mad people when Myv finally appeared. It was amusing - he looked surprised to see people waiting for him and then did this embarrassed little smile and fled. Haha. I didn't peg him as being camera shy but you learn something new every day.

God, we were so tired and aching in places we didn't know we had when we got back to the hotel. We went to sleep pretty much right away and got woken by Kelly's phone at half eight this morning. We both had a shower (not together ¬¬) and left, and went wandering around Westminster for a while. The next time I decide I want to walk from Westminster to Victoria station someone needs to slap me. That was a LONG road.

On the coach coming back I wrote the epilogue that a lot of people have been demanding for one of my fics, so I'll type that up now, and post it, then get to posting some photos that I took in London onto my dA.

Fun fun =3

Stuff o.o

Aug. 28th, 2009 07:27 pm
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Well, I'm in London at the moment, listening to Robin snoring in the next room X3 I could probably do with a nap myself but I know if I sleep now I'll not sleep tonight and my sleep pattern has been thrown off enough as it is. I'll go wake him up in half an hour. With a long stick, if I can find one. The trip here was pretty uneventful, aside from me completely messing up with setting my alarm and having to ring mum up so she could give me money for a taxi. Was okay though, and I got here on time all present and correct. I haven't eaten yet, but that'll be because Robin keeps plying me with tea and crumpets and battenburg so I'm not really hungry.

Jim and Elaine will be here tomorrow, as will Robin's brother Michael, who I'm looking forward to meeting as he sounds like an awesome kind of geek and plays Fallout 3 so I can talk about it with him - should be good =3

I'm working out another way of paying for a Masters degree. Hopefully, once I've spoken to my tutor, I'll be able to get on track with getting a scholarship. Now, that would be cool. Having everything paid for would really help, though I think I'm going to have to work myself like a dog this year to get a good grade and beat the other people who are going for the same thing. No worries. I know I'm capable of getting a first class degree, I just have to make sure I give it my all. No problem.  I hope X3

For the moment I have some things to work on - chapter five of my fic and another one-shot for a community I've taken to posting on. Well, they wanted more from me, so they're gonna get it.
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It's been a slow weekend.

I went 'round to my friend Rich's house on Friday, and finally beat his ass at Soul Calibur. Five times. I could feel his growing frustration as I continued to K.O. him with kicks to the face while playing as a china-doll type girl carrying a Fucking Enormous Sword. I want to recreate her at home but I haven't got all the pieces I'd need just yet. I imagine I'll have to complete Story mode on Normal and Hard and get through Arcade mode before I can get all the bits that I want. Damn that Apprentice. I'll probably never be able to pull another 'magically beat him first time despite never playing against him before' trick. Hopefully he won't make himself too annoyingly difficult, because I quite like Soul Calibur, and I'd hate to end up getting bored of it because I can't beat that damn Jedi.

I've been having some trouble with Fable II this weekend as well. After repeatedly loading and reloading the disk to my hard drive, having everything from simply Bower Lake not loading to the entire game crashing on start-up, I finally deleted it from the hard drive and bought a new copy. The one I have isn't mine anyway, but I digress. I thought I'd give it one last try, so I just put the disk in, and lo and behold, it starts up and runs perfectly fine. Damn bitchy game.

I was going to talk about something else, but I've forgotten what it was.

I went through my AIM contact list earlier. I think out of all of my messengers it's the one I've been on the same name for the longest, and as such has a lot of contacts that are either old or unused. One of them belonged to a person who was, five years ago, a very good friend of mine. His name was Jason Frost. He died when I was sixteen, and I still think about him sometimes. It's hard to know for sure whether someone you only know online is really gone, but I don't see that he'd have any reason to lie to all of us. I finally deleted his screen name from my contacts list today. It's a little saddening I suppose.

I need to get on with some writing.

=.=

Aug. 9th, 2009 01:18 am
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Good God my mind is screwed.

I'm so damn tired. I suppose it started off when I came on and got my usual gut-spasming cramp, and I didn't really want to eat. So I didn't. Then... I was tired, so I didn't want to eat even after the cramp had gone. This has been going on for about a week now. I've been on my own all weekend and I've barely eaten a thing.

Well, it's been a few hours since I wrote that initial paragraph since I got distracted by making food and watching TV, so I'll carry on. I've had something to eat, but it didn't really help me. What has helped however is the cider that I've drank. It seems to have numbed whatever was wrong with me and it's perked me up tremendously.

I finally managed to get to sleep at 7:30 this morning, and was subsequently woken up every hour by the dog wanting to go either in or out of the house until 10:30 when I let him out and shut the door so I couldn't hear him. At 3:30pm I woke up and let him back in, and at around 4pm I went over the road to my godparent's house. I was supposed to be going out tonight, you see, but due to varying personal reasons I didn't want to, so I needed to tell my godfather not to bother with the dog. I only meant to be there for a couple of minutes. I ended up being invited in and staying there for three hours. It was nice, though. My godmother (Kath) made me a cup of coffee and we sat and chatted while my godfather (Keith) did the gardening. I swear, she could talk a glass eye to sleep. I need to go over there more often. I also need to go and see my nanna more often. I don't really have an excuse not to, it's only a bus ride and it stops practically five minutes from her house. I should go, it isn't like I don't have the time, and really, I don't know how much time she has left. Her and my grandad. I'd hate for them to pass away and I'd just put off seeing them.

Anyway, when I left my godparent's house three hours later (along with half a melon and a bag of garden-grown tomatoes), who did I find on my doorstep but my boyfriend, his friend, and another friend in a car. I shouldn't have left my phone at home - he worried about me. After this very gallant but fortunately unneeded rescue attempt I moped around the house for a while then finally, after my dad said he was worried about me as well, I managed to summon the energy to spend fifteen minutes putting a meal together. So bacon, fried egg, beans and sausage was my dinner. Probably the biggest meal I've eaten all weekend. It was nice. Food always tastes better when you make it yourself.

After eating, I washed up (so mother will have nothing to complain about, though she may notice the fact that very little food is missing), and then realised that John had left two cans of cider in the fridge. Suffice to say they aren't in the fridge anymore. I'm half-way through the second one and typing is becoming decidedly difficult. My mind is all over the place. Hahaha.

I feel good, though... which is nice.

I need to ask mum to go to the post office collection place for me on Monday, because they have some books for me. Three 'small packages' probably means the postman couldn't be bothered to take the elastic band off them to put them through the letterbox. Pft. Also.. something.. oh yeah. I need to go to Waterstones in Bolton and get the copy of Genevieve that I ordered. I'll do that on Tuesday...

Hehe...
 


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Yesterday I went to the optician. It's £24 but at least it looks like they're doing something (unlike my dentist, which I'll get to in a moment). My eyes have got a little worse and my astigmatisms have shifted, so I have to get new glasses. I mean, I don't suppose I have to but if I don't they'll only deteriorate faster as they try to compensate for the glasses that I have not being quite right. After four years (the approximate amount of time I have been wearing my glasses constantly) of wanting transition lenses, I will finally be getting them! The new glasses cost £139 all told (£100 for the lenses, £39 for the frames) and mum had to ask my dad to go halves on the price with her, which he did, because he's a good daddeh.

Today, I went to the dentist. I spent £16.50 to sit in the chair for under two minutes, while he checked my teeth and told me (as usual) that they're more than fine. I should refuse to pay for that. It's daylight robbery.

It was pouring with rain for most of the day. My sister came into Leigh with me since she had a docs appointment and after I'd been to the dentist we waited until 4pm then went to the docs, then we got on the bus and went to Wigan, where I treated her to a Pizza Hutt and then the cinema. We went to see Ice Age 3.

It was fantastic =D

By the end it hadn't taken me long to fall in love with my favourite character. Buck (short for Buckminster, long for 'Buh'. ). A smart-talking, fast-moving, most definitely cracked in the head one-eyed weasel with a definite mental resemblance to Captain Ahab. And best of all, he's voiced by Simon Pegg, and has a classic English accent! I will be buying it on DVD just for him. He really made that film. I just wish he- Well, no. I won't spoil it for you =)

I'm going to the doctors to have my blood taken (again) on Thursday. At 10am. So I get to get up early to go into town and have a needle stuck in my arm. Joy. At least it's free.
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Honestly, you'd think after twenty years my mother would know when I'm joking but nope, she doesn't. Oh well, I managed to avert crisis by giving her Baileys, so I think I'll be alright haha.

I had my friend Labby 'round last night, thus why I didn't post anything, and it was fun. Lab's one of the few people I can just lie down and watch film after film with without complaints of being bored (Jasper ¬_¬) or worrying about him feeling me up (Matt -.-)... and he was very patient with my question-asking xD We ate.. uh.. two massive bags of Doritos, which for some reason I kept calling Pringles (much to his amusement) and... five white choc-chip cookies, and some chocolate... =3 My tummy was complaining.

I also found out that he is extremely ticklish... just in a very weird way. I had loads of fun after I figured that one out.

What else..? Haven't had a proper night's sleep in over a week... but I've been somewhat relieved by hearing that no-one failed Renaissance poetry, which means I passed... I hope. It may just have been wishful thinking on Sandro's part. I better have passed 'cause I won't be pleased if I have to do that damn thing all over again.
Another thing I'm concerned about is my last CVT assignment. I don't think I did as well as I did in the first one, but then, I thought the first one was rubbish and I got 82, the highest mark I've got since I started. Next year I want to get a 90+ in something. That would be neat.

I ordered a new game - The Darkness. I'm hoping it'll be easy enough for me to actually be able to play it without help. I don't fancy my odds, but I have this desire to get better at FPS games and this one seems like a good jump-off point. Interesting storyline so I won't get bored ^^;

Well, that's all for now...

EDIT:

I lied, there is more.

I have a bunch of stuff I want to do this holiday. Seriously. I have three and a half months off and bugger all to do in them. So, here is a list of the stuff I plan to be doing...

Reading

  • Anne Rice: "Memnoch the Devil"
  • Anne Rice: "Pandora"
  • Anne Rice: "The Vampire Armand"
  • Anne Rice: "Vittoro"
  • Anne Rice: "Merrick"
  • Anne Rice: "Blood and Gold"
  • Anne Rice: "Blood Canticle"
  • Anne Rice: "Blackwood Farm"
  • Anne Rice: "Taltos"
  • Anne Rice: "Lasher"
  • Anne Rice: "The Feast of All Saints"
  • Anne Rice: "The Witching Hour"
  • J.V. Jones: "The Baker's Boy"
  • J.V. Jones: "A Man Betrayed"
  • J.V. Jones: "Master and Fool"
  • Robin Hobb: "Assassin's Apprentice"
  • Robin Hobb: "Royal Assassin"
  • Robin Hobb: "Assassin's Quest"
  • Robin Hobb: "Fool's Fate"
  • Robin Hobb: "Fool's Errand"
  • Robin Hobb: "The Golden Fool"
  • Garth Nix: "Superior Saturday"
  • David Eddings: "The Crystal Gorge"
  • David Eddings: "The Younger Gods"
  • David Eddings: "The Redemption of Athalus"
  • Terry Brooks: "The Sword of Shannara"
  • Terry Brooks: "The Elfstones of Shannara"
  • Terry Brooks: "The Wishsong of Shannara"
  • Jonathan Stroud: "Ptolemy's Gate"
  • Christopher Paolini: "Eldest"
  • Dante Alighieri: "Purgatorio"
  • Dante Alighieri: "Paradisio"
  • Arthur Conan Doyle: "The Complete Sherlock Holmes"
  • Gregory Maguire: "Wicked"
  • Gregory Maguire: "Son of a Witch"

Manga
  • Keiko Tobe: "Raising an Autistic Child" vols 2 & 3
  • Tsugumi Ohba & Takeshi Obata: "Death Note" vols 1 - 6
  • Kaori Yuki: "Angel Sanctuary" vols 1 & 2
  • Yukiru Sugisaki: "DNAngel" vols 1 - 11

Writing
  • Finish novel
  • Finish current fanfic
  • Make a start on creative writing work for next year
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And as well as all of that, I also need to start getting out more, get better on the Xbox ( I want those Worms achievements, damnit ), and start doing some bloody exercise...
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Well, the other day I went up to Lancaster on the train to meet up with a good friend of mine. But that isn't what this is about.

While I was on the train going, a very nice Scottish chap sat down next to me. It's the London Euston to Edinburgh train so on the way up to Lancaster you tend to see a lot of Scottish people. Anyway, this guy sat down next to me, and we spent a few minutes snickering at the people trying to push oversized bags into the overhead compartments, before he looks at me and says, in a lovely Edinburgh accent...

"Are ye goin' all the way te Edinburgh?"

So I was like "¬_¬... no...", and he laughed and says "Ah, so I don' get te sit next to yer model self all the way up do I?" He was nice, and I was warming to him by this point, so I laugh and say no again. He chats to me a bit, telling me he's been in Blackpool for a weekend, and we get onto the topic of whether or not I'm single. I don't think he was after me. In fact, if he spent a weekend in Blackpool he was probably gay, but we were chatting, and I say I've been recently made single. He had previously asked if I was married. Married! Do I look old enough to be married? Anyway, I tell him I'm single, and this one thing he said to me then really stuck. It may have been the accent, or what he said, or both, but he looks at me and says.

"Och, he dinnae ken what he's missin', heen."

And you know what? He was right.

Moving on to other things... I had an exam today, which I have failed, SO badly. Oh well. I sort of gave up on this year, I think. I'm hoping next year will be better.
I feel nauseous. This is possibly because I've managed to give myself salmonella poisoning, or possibly because I ate a large bar of Galaxy chocolate while drinking a large mug of coffee. I'm hoping it's the latter, because the extravagant vomiting that comes along with salmonella poisoning isn't really something that I want to have to go through a third time...

Oh well. I can get on with my summer now.
 

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So I've uploaded some avatars, now on to the other stuff I've done today. Went out to meet up with my friend Jasper, and went to see the new Star Trek movie. It was so funny, I swear to God. I don't care if it isn't meant to be, there's some cracking jokes in there and some that only the fans of the original series would get. A little something for everyone though, I reckon. Aside from that, we went to McDonalds, where I ate too much and subsequently felt rather ill for the next half hour... >_< But oh well, I recovered. Also! I bought a comic. It's a spin-off from The Sandman and it looks neat. Then again, any comic about Lucifer looks neat to me. Neil Gaiman, the original creator of the character, says it's good in the foreword so hopefully it is! I'll read it tomorrow, maybe.

I should have revised. I know what questions I'm going to do...

4. In what way(s) was Protestant iconoclasm both a significant motif and influence upon Renaissance poetry?
7. Examine some of the contrasting ways in which Renaissance poets were interested in the classical world of Greece and/or Rome.


They are, really, easy questions... I should be able to answer them, I just need to do a little research. Not sure where those two weeks went where I said I'd do it... Oh well. I've lost all momentum for this year, I just want to get it over with and get on with my summer.

I like being single. It suits me. It feels more like me. I guess it's just what I'm used to and I have no intentions of changing it any time soon. It wouldn't be fair on me, or any guy I happened to date, for me to be the same as I was with Matt. Still, although I'm fine with the whole idea that he broke up with me, I can't help but think that it was entirely because of the sex issue (even though he promised that it wasn't). Doesn't matter, though. Whether it was because of that, or it wasn't, we're better off as friends and I feel a lot better than I did, and we seem to be getting along better now. I'm good =)

Apparently Samaritans called today. I haven't been in touch... well, I've had my own stuff to worry about and they haven't really been high on my list of priorities. Doesn't matter. I don't think it's really for me anyway... I mean yeah, I like to help people, but I'm not sure I could handle it and the last thing I'd want to do is do a few duties then back out and let everyone there down.

Well, back to fanfic writing =)
 

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