With friends like these...

Rather an uneventful day. I overslept, though thankfully my sister woke up and punted me out of bed in time for me to make it to the dentist without being horribly late. I was only ten minutes late and they didn't seem to mind, and I was in the place probably less than ten minutes. That's pretty usual for me though. I've only ever had one filling my entire adult life and even then it was only as a precaution. I'm pretty much just easy money for them.

After that I figured I might as well spend some time in town since I didn't want to make the walk in seem like a waste (a 20 minute walk in 25+ degree weather is like walking through the bowels of hell, I swear to god), so I went to the cafe that I worked in when I was in college and had a drink, and my old boss turned up. It was nice, he seemed rather happy to see me. Didn't offer me a job, though =P

While I'm very aware that I have other writing commitments at the moment I've had a sudden flash of inspiration for a Hetalia/Fallout-verse crossover fic. I'm not sure how it's going to pan out just yet so we'll see if it gets past the planning stages.

Okay, so. It's not tomorrow. It's Wednesday. I got tired. On Saturday I was supposed to be going out with my dad today but I didn't, because he had teh sick, so he couldn't really make the three hour drive up here. I'm not going to complain about it, because it's not really something that he could help. When I woke up at 11.30 and there wasn't someone yelling in my ear to get up because dad was here and waiting for me I was very confused.

I finally took a photo of my new shoes. I've got some mixed reactions towards them and some that I didn't really expect (I thought that my mother would hate them but she surprised me). Generally it's all been good, though. I'm not usually one for wearing shoes with heels but I couldn't resist those ones, they were just too comfortable. I wasn't going to buy them, because psh, I'm not the kind of person who will spend £18 on a pair of shoes unless my other pair are beginning to fall apart, but Amy told me that I ought to and then I whined that she should get them for me, and she agreed to, on the condition that I wear them. I haven't managed to yet, but I will do 8|

I've been trying to take a more positive outlook on my life lately. I've always been the kind of person who is resistant to change, mostly because I find it uncomfortable. I dislike uncertainty, but I figure that the only thing that's ever going to be certain in my life is uncertainty, and as soon as I get over that everything will be fine. It's just kind of hard, 'cause god knows I don't know where I'm going with my life right now but I don't want to look back in five years and kick myself because I didn't try hard enough at a time that it would have mattered the most. I'm comfortable where I am, sure, but that doesn't mean I still want to be here when I'm nearing thirty. This, of course, means applying for jobs, which is an effort for me in itself. Job application forms have always intimidated me because I'm usually staring at them with no idea of what to put in half the sections, but god knows I can't keep getting money off my dad forever.

Bluh.

Anyway. I also bought a new phone. I've been on contract since I was eighteen, but I no longer use my phone enough to justify actually having a contract, so I moved onto PAYG, and for £10 a month I'm getting 300 UK texts, 500MB UK internet and the £10 credit. Works out fine for me, I doubt I'll even reach the limit on the texts. The internet, maybe, since I have a widget running in the background that's tracking my facebook and twitter feeds, but I'm keeping an eye on it. I got the Samsung Wave 525, and I'm putting a picture of it.. because I can. :D I'm using this picture as my background, because it's PrUK, and it's gorgeous, and it fits well on my screen around all my widgets.

I'll be going to the dentist on Friday, and it's been a long time coming, really. I haven't been in over two years and I really thought they would have struck me off by now, but if they try to tell me I need my wisdom teeth removing I'm going to have a few words to say =| My wisdom teeth are fine, even if one of them gives me a painful ulcer every few months. It's set at a funny angle but I just drown the bastard in Bonjela until it goes away.

My hair was cut today, a bit shorter than it's been before. I have this kind of Motoko Kusanagi thing going on, the episode where that guy is fantasising about her and her hair is straight.

I was linked to something interesting today by chiisana00. Apparently someone has been posting fanfics on tumblr without crediting the authors (not claiming them as theirs, just posting them with no credit). One of them is mine - you can see the post here and at the moment I'm not sure whether or not to be outraged. On the one hand, it's my fic and I probably should be getting credit, but on the other, they're not claiming it as their so I'm not really sure I care enough to kick up a huge fuss. Maybe I'm just a little jaded as far as things like that are concerned.

Though speaking of fics now that my brain has recovered I'll start working on my alphabet prompts shortly. I probably won't do them all in order, and some will take longer because they're pairings I haven't done before.

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 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.

After looking at unsafebet's cooking blog I decided to try and make eplekake by myself. She said that if it turned out badly her Finlandmuse would die laughing. It didn't 8) I have baked my first thing ever since high school seven years ago and it turned out awesome 8D



It tastes good too >O<

I don't tend to miss people, unless there's no chance that I can get in touch with them. Sometimes I miss my dad. Right now, my mum and sister are away in Majorca and while I don't particularly miss my sister (sorry Amy =P) I have realised today that I do miss my mum. I didn't get to say a proper goodbye to her since I was stuck in the bathroom with a stomach ache and I'm currently wearing her dressing gown because it smells like her. As nice as it has been to have the option to just.. sleep when I want to.. because John doesn't bug me about when I'm asleep.. I still miss my mum.

I've started shipping Mexico/Canada. What is this.

Oh, and a meme. Stolen, naturally.

Alphabet Prompt Meme.

Basically just give me a prompt starting with any letter of the alphabet and I'll write you a drabble about it. You can pick a pairing if you like, but I will reserve my right to refuse it. Please no nyotalia.

Fandoms: Axis Powers: Hetalia, Pandora Hearts, Ghost in the Shell, Fushigi Yuugi, Homestuck, Assassin's Creed (1, 2 & Brotherhood), Fable (1 - 3), The Lord of the Rings, The Vampire Chronicles.

A - Art [Mexico/Canada] (mamamia12347)
B - Bewitch [Spain/US/UK] (anisaex)
C - College [US/UK] (mamamia12347)
D - Dance [France/Canada] (medev)
E - Extortion [Spain/UK] (anisaex)
F - Fluff [Sweden/Norway] (chiisana00)
G - Gardening [France/Spain] (berwaldox)
H - "Hello" - Martin Solveig [France/Canada] (mamamia12347)
I - 'I want to tell you something' [Sweden/Norway] (chiisana00)
J -
K - Kiss [Sweden/Norway] (chiisana00)
L - Lights [Denmark/Norway] (mamamia12347)
M - Music [US/UK] (mamamia12347)
N -
O -
P - Poison [Spain/UK] (anisaex)
Q -
R - Ring [Denmark/Norway] (anisaex)
S - Staring [Sweden/Norway] (chiisana00)
T - Tears [US/UK] (medev)
U - 'Us against the world' [US/UK] (anisaex)
V - Voice [US/UK] (medev)
W - Waterpark [Prussia/UK] (berwaldox)
X -
Y -
Z - Zookeepers [US/UK] (nasty_show)

Pick as many letters/words/prompts as you want. There are no limits (within reason, please). I know I have a bad history of not actually finishing these things but I am really going to try this time xD

Considering that LJ decided to delete my post the one time I actually wanted it to ask me to restore from a saved draft, I'll start this again. Though I had been picking at that post for four days so I suppose it's just as well that it got nuked.

I have a new television. I've been after one for a while, although the one that I had worked just fine - I've been hankering for a HD TV since they first started becoming reasonably affordable and now I have one >o<; I decided on this one, because the price was excellent for what I was getting. Having an Xbox 360 I wouldn't have ordinarily bothered with a DVD player but when I try marathoning DVDs on my Xbox it tends to start disliking it and starts vibrating and making a buzzing sound. It doesn't seem to affect the DVD but the noise is alarming, and at least this way I'm not fiddling around with buttons to swap the connections over to my Xbox when I want to put a DVD on.

I've started playing Minecraft. Why? I'm not entirely sure. Call it curiosity combined with boredom. It's proving to be quite fun so far, though I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with it so it's more of a way to pass the time. I managed to fall in lava three times today before I realised that I didn't even know why I was mining obsidian, I was just doing it. I haven't been brave enough to turn the monsters on, but one odd thing has happened. I spawned in the Taiga biome, and got pretty lucky with where I decided to dig in. My rather large underground fortress (which I fondly nicknamed the Mines of Moria) is attached to a wellspring on one side and a very, very large carvern on the other which still has some bits that need exploring. I had to signpost it so I wouldn't forget the way out. Since it's cold enough outside that the water freezes, I have a sugar cane farm in my cave, and the oddest thing that has happened in there was my coming to harvest and seeing a strange black shape moving around in the water. I had no idea what it might be, and just about freaked out when I saw this flopping about.



A squid. A squid. Indoors. In one of my sugar cane pools.

What else what else... My sleeping pattern is buggered to all hell again, I got up at gone 6pm today to some dirty looks off my mother and a demand to know what was wrong with me. Nothing is wrong with me I just happen to enjoy staying up all night. It's not as if I'm missing anything during the day anyway.

I'll be using my alertness tonight to finally catch up on all the writing I have to do, because the deadline for the aph_fluffathon fics I need to do is closer than I thought it was. I also have four RPs to reply to. Erk.

Since getting back from dad's I've spent pretty much all day every day watching Stargate SG-1. I'm most of the way through the third season, and man did the season two DVDs have some weirdness going on. Halfway through one of the episodes was out of order and at the end of the season there were two season one episodes (ten and fourteen) after the final episode on the last disk. You'd really think that they'd notice something like that.

The fish tank appeared to have sprung a leak but I couldn't find it, but either the strategically placed superglue that I put on the bottom of the tank sealed the leak or the fact that there was never a leak at all seems to have stopped it. I have no idea which. Either way the sun is shining, the tank is clean, and all that jazz.

I keep trying to put aside a day to do everything. All the writing that I want to do, as well as some other stuff that should probably be more important but isn't somehow. My priorities are really messed up xD

We went into London yesterday, though I didn't sleep terribly well because of Amy's blasted coughing. We've managed to make a joke out of it though and that somehow makes it easier to deal with. I'm not feeling half as twitchy today as I was yesterday, but Amy isn't coughing as badly either so maybe that has something to do with it.

Anyway. We went into London to see Les Misérables, and the underground was hot as always. Bleugh. I don't think that I could live in London. Taking that kind of journey every day would just wear me down. There's something so depressing about the underground - everyone is in their own little personal bubble and no one talks to anyone. Me, I like to talk. I'll talk to anyone. It's probably not that much of a good thing but it hasn't got me into any trouble so far. Coming out of the underground I saw someone playing bagpipes, and then Amy and I watched a man put himself through a tennis raquet.

We had McDonald's for lunch because pfh, convenience, but there was nowhere to sit inside because LONDON so we ended up eating our lunch in a churchyard. Along with about forty people who'd had the same idea. Amy managed to drop pretty much her entire Chicken Supreme (I think) off her lap and onto the floor, and then insisted that she wasn't hungry and I was pretty sure we were gonna have a grumpy sulk on our hands after that but nope, colour me surprised. We went down to the theatre after and waited a little until it opened, then went in and sat down. I've only ever been in a couple of theatres in London but I've been consistently surprised by how small they are. Once sat down I was immediately struck by a feeling of dread as not one but THREE young children were seated around me. One in front and two behind. I may not have expressed my dislike for children on this journal before but I really dislike children, especially when said children are in a place where they will be required to be quiet and also somewhere where something will be happening that they likely won't understand.

For anyone who's seen Les Misérables, would you honestly take a five year old to see it? She had barely any hope of understanding the romantic plot let alone the historical context and why everyone kept violently dying. Not to mention the sexual innuendo and dirty jokes. I managed not to get too wound up about it though 'cause to the kid's credit she was very well behaved, she didn't talk during the quiet parts but would every now and then pipe up asking 'who's that?' or 'what's s/he doing?' usually after a time skip or abrupt scene change. Had it been a pantomime I would have been more annoyed at the talking - not that she did much of it, it was more that the pitch of her voice was high enough that when she talked you could hear her, and five year olds have no concept of whispering.

As for the show itself, I loved it. I have to say Javert was my favourite character, and I nearly cried several times during the performance. I'm not big on crying so to get me to the point of welling up says something about how well it was performed. The last time a musical nearly got me going was when I went to see Blood Brothers, which I will highly recommend if you haven't seen it.

Today, we went out to meet one of dad's friends from work for lunch. I've met her before but Amy hasn't, and I dare not say exactly why it was so important that Amy meet her for fear of inciting my father's wrath becausehelikesher (teehee). It didn't exactly go according to plan since the place we were supposed to go was packed and then the backup place had no parking so we ended up going back near to where we picked her up and just having a sandwich, which I can't say I really minded even though dad kept apologising. It's not as if I'm a fussy kind of person. After that we went into town because Amy wanted to shop, though I ended up buying more than her. I found the 15th trade edition of Fables, a comic that I read in Waterstones, and also, in HMV, dad found the first season of Hetalia for £10 and got it for me. I hadn't expected to find Hetalia DVDs anywhere but online so that was a very pleasant surprise.

I also bought a new game. After spending 162 hours completing Elder Scrolls: Oblivion I needed a new game to play, and I'm not really in the mood to get back into Assassin's Creed or Fallout 3/Fallout: New Vegas just yet, so when we were in Game I noticed an interesting looking cover in the pre-owned section, which was this.

Madness Returns takes place directly after the events of its predecessor. Alice was released from Rutledge Asylum for the Wayward and Lost Souls at the end of the original game, and now lives in Victorian London under the care of a psychiatrist, where the traumatic memories of her parents' deaths in a fire continue to haunt her. Although she seemed stable for a decade, she now begins to experience previously repressed memories that indicate that the fire which claimed her parents' lives (which in the original game was seen to have been caused by a cat knocking over an oil lamp near the fireplace) may not have been as accidental as she remembered; these memories will take the form of retcons to the existing backstory. However, the stress caused by regaining these lost memories has caused her hallucinations and internal struggle to increase in severity, and she returns to Wonderland in hopes of security and comfort. Unfortunately, it has once again become warped by her growing insanity, and she must save its residents—and herself—from the evil that is taking over Wonderland and also embarks on finding the true cause of her family's mysterious deaths if she wishes to retain her precious sanity.

I have admittedly not played the first one, and the only thing I know about it is that it's a PC game and it's available for 800 MS points on Xbox LIVE. I'll probably just read the plot and see what I can make of it 'cause I don't really want to spend 800 MS points on a game that I don't need. I'm sure that if it's good I'll be keeping everyone updated on what I think as I'm playing it. When I bought it the girl behind the till told me that she hadn't played it but she'd heard good things. I then told her I'd just spent forever playing Oblivion and she told me that Skyrim was coming out soon. Apparently it costs nothing to reserve a copy, so maybe I'll do that when I get home.

Speaking of home, we'll be going back there on Saturday, so we have tonight and tomorrow night left here. Tomorrow, we're going to go to a pie shop for dinner. It's next to a barber's. The name of the shop is 'Sweeney & Todd'.

>=D

This entry has no tags because I'm now in the process of re-working all the tags in my journal. Apologies for any trouble this gives people until I'm done, but going through over two years of entries is going to take me a while.

RE: the title. I do this a lot. I have this strange aversion to any kind of responsibility that I think comes down to a fear of failing. It's this kind of thing that makes me think I'm never going to be able to hold down anything more than a low-level job, because really, I just can't handle that kind of thing. It's silly, really, and I don't entirely understand it because it's not like I can't manage to do it when I have to. I've been a waitress before for heaven's sake and when I was doing that I was doing far more than what should actually be expected from a waitress. It is, however, the reason that I don't yet have a job. It's pretty useless trying to explain this to my mum because I know before I even begin what she'll say to me. That's it's just how things are, that I have no choice, that it's part of being an adult and I have to get used to it but I think it's the lack of choice that bothers me the most. I've never liked being forced into things, and adulthood is just yet another one of those 'no choice' situations that I'm vainly battling against.

I'm probably going to end up wasting my life e.e

Ah well, stuff to do, stuff to do. None of it is stuff I'm supposed to be doing, of course.

• Clean out goldfish tank
• Write PrUK aph_fluffathon fic
• Write DenNor aph_fluffathon fic
• Write TurkEgy fic
• Reply to USUK roleplay
• Write first chapter of Oblivion fic
• Play Oblivon

To be honest, I will likely spend most of the day playing Oblivion. After I clean out the fish tank, because it really needs doing. The water smells weird e.e

The goldfish is still black, and actually it has got worse, but still his behaviour hasn't changed so I can only assume he's not suffering with it. He just.. looks kind of funny.

You know I find myself increasingly running out of titles for entries. I refuse to resort to using song titles.



My submission today is going to be a drawing, which has been amusing for me to do since I don't really draw all that much anymore. Here's a bit of what I've been doing. I can't draw cats all that well. But I'm trying >o<;

The shubunkin I've been hoping would live died last night, but the goldfish is still fine, even if he did completely freak me out by being completely still at the bottom of the tank until I stared at him for a few minutes and then he must have woken up or something because he darted off and circled the tank a few times like the energetic little thing he is.

Still sunburnt, though my forehead isn't constantly throbbing anymore it's still pretty sore and tight and is now more red on one side than the other, specifically the side that was turned towards the sun for most of the day. I suppose I've learnt my lesson - wear sunscreen! Even if it doesn't seem to be that hot >n<;