With friends like these...

For lack of an Iceland display picture, I'm going to use Norway. It's close enough.

We went to my dad's on Thursday, to see a pantomime. I'm pretty sure that America doesn't have pantomimes, and I have to tell you that you are really missing out. It was absolutely hilarious. But I'm not here to write about the panto.

A final chapter to the laptop saga comes in here. On Thursday night I got a text off mum saying that someone had called about a Samsung product. It turned out to be Laskys. Dad called them for me in Heathrow on Friday morning, and I spoke to someone who finally got in touch with the system support team and worked out exactly what had gone wrong. I should have my refund by this Friday. Thank god for that.

( Large cut, with much rambling, and some photos. )

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 usxuk Secret Santa fic for 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, 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.

Well, I'm back on my old laptop again.

It's been a hell of a pain, this past week, I can tell you that much. First I was getting a laptop, then I wasn't, then I was again, then the laptop I actually, finally got is FAULTY. The screen was doing a funky thing that it shouldn't have been doing. I called Laskys to arrange a replacement at such time as they had it in stock, but this morning the problem was worse, so I thought, feck it, I'll just get my money back. After I spoke to my dad he found out that the people who supply the university he works at had 16 in stock, and he could get one, so we agreed that he could do that, and I called Laskys to tell them I'd decided not to wait, and just wanted my money back instead.

They said that was fine, but I needed to call Samsung to get an RMA (return merchandise authorization), so I called Samsung, and they told me that Laskys needed to call themselves to get it because they didn't give RMA numbers out to customers. Fair enough, I thought, and called Laskys back to tell them this. They didn't understand, since they're not technicians, and can't go through any troubleshooting with me, but they did their best. Around this point I got cut off and had to call back, and was talking to a different person who thankfully understood what was going on. She got in touch with Samsung, and attempted to go through troubleshooting with me, but she didn't really know what she was doing.

Eventually, she told me that she would call Samsung and try to sort something out, and would call me back ASAP or pass on the problem to someone to call me back in the morning. Five minutes later, I got a call back from a man called Mark, who asked me if I'd caught the name of the person I'd spoken to at Samsung. I hadn't. He then asked me for the serial number of the laptop as the person who had written it down before had written it down wrong, and he got back on the phone with Samsung again. In that time, the line went dead, and I got cut off again.

I waited five minutes, then called back, and was on hold for ten minutes before I finally got connected.. thankfully to Mark again, who had said he'd been trying to call me back. He said he had everything he needed to put through the return, and that I'd receive a confirmation email (though I'm not holding much hope out for that). They're sending a courier on Tuesday, so I'll need to be up all day for that, and as soon as they get the laptop back they'll put my refund through. Huff.

I just hope I've been unlucky with this particular one, and that the one dad has got (same model) doesn't have the exact same problem. But, he's going to boot it up at his house to check it, since he'll have it until Boxing Day.

Augh. So, I'm back on my old laptop with the noisy fan, dodgy hard drive and sticky S key, but at least it still works. <3 And it's somewhat comforting because I know all of its little tics and issues, so it's not making me paranoid by doing unexpected things.

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.

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.

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

I've probably stated most of this in other, previous journals but I'll go ahead and bring it all together here, it's been a while since I wrote anything more than a few sentences long and I do like to think that some of you don't only watch me for my fanfics. Pfh, I know some of you don't, but I'm in one of those dramatic moods today.

A few new things have happened recently, the least important but most expensive being the acquisition of a new Xbox 360 which I've been getting good use out of. An email came today informing me of my Xbox LIVE being renewed soon so I can look forward to £40 being removed from my bank account, whey. I'm not even sure why I have LIVE anymore but I wouldn't like to not have it, if that makes any sense at all. Since I was unable, for some reason, to transfer my saves over to my new Xbox I've had to start all my games again, which I don't really mind as such, it's just a slight inconvenience for the few games that I was very near to the end of after quite a number of hours playing (namely Final Fantasy XIII and Eternal Sonata).

I also dug the old PS2 out of the loft which still works despite being ten years old and being unused for five years, however I only have two games to play on it at the moment - Okami and Kingdom Hearts. Any recommendations for others?

The most important thing that's happened lately has got to be my starting my internship with Bridge House Publishing. I haven't yet been given the initial email to allow me to set up everything, but I'm excited to start everything and will give some updates as I'm able, as soon as I'm able. Fifteen months.. it's going to be interesting, that's for sure.

This week I've not been very well. It's shocking how long a stomach bug can affect me for, but I was ill once on Monday morning and it's been kicking me in the arse ever since. Just when I'm getting better from that (after managing to lose 4lbs in three days, hurr) the whole being female thing kicks in and I have an annoying infection on my upper right eyelid probably thanks to being run down. Loads of fun.

In other news, my sister's arse of a boyfriend (who has been becoming more of an arse in recent months, he wasn't always that way) has finally broken up with her, over the phone. While he was in Wales. I'm not impressed. She was absolutely devastated and if I ever see him again it'll be too soon. I'm not the kind of person to wish ill on anyone but I hope they don't stay friends because she deserves better. She seems to be okay now, more or less, from the crying last night but there'll probably be a few more tears at some point when it really hits home. To be honest I saw it coming for a while, I think it was just that neither of them really knew how to break up with the other. Amy didn't want to and I don't know, it seemed that her boyfriend was just being a coward about it and trying to make her break up with him by acting like a jerk and being distant. I can't stand it when guys do that. Or when anyone does.

On Tuesday I got a text off my dad telling me he'd been in A&E since 1pm that day and it turns out he'd been rushed there from work in an ambulance after the pain from his kidney stones got so bad he was ill at work. Got his CAT scan moved forward by a month and he had it that day, and it appears that he has six (I think) kidney stones, five of them not being too large and then one that's 18mm. Probably that one that was causing all the pain. So he's been off work since then, though if I know my dad he's still been working from home. Workaholic that he is.

Aside from that, everyone in the house is on a diet except me and my step-dad has finally realised he's overweight after we've been telling him for years that he needs to lose about 20lbs. Had to come some time, I'm just glad we don't need to nag him about it anymore.

On the writing front, I've done the research for one of my fills for the USxUK ficathon, and I know what my backstory is for the other. As for Jack, a little more research needs doing into that, but thanks to amael_elen and her prodding I seem to have got my writing spirit back.

In other random news, I've started up a new character on a PC game called Diablo 2, which is a game I use to play all the damn time in college with my friends. I don't know how much use I'll get out of her but I've gone with the trusty fire sorceress as usual, and have somehow (again, as usual) managed to turn her into a tank. I don't know how I always manage to turn mages into tanks but I do.

I think that's it. Well done if you got this far xD

Hmm, well.

Yesterday, I went out with my dad (as I do every month) and he very much approved of the blu-ray films that he got for his father's day present. As for my step-dad, well, he didn't ask for anything, so he has no right to get pissy when he doesn't get anything. I felt kind of bad so I went with him to the shop and got him a bottle of cider. It was cheap but hey it's the thought that counts right? Yes. Back to the day... Saw my dad, and we went to a nice pub - I had grilled salmon, rather than the burger I was going to have, because Amy told me that we were going to have a barbeque when we got home.

Apparently my cousin Alex has destroyed yet another mobile phone, his fifth in the past two years. I don't know how he keeps doing it but if he were my kid I'd stop giving them to him. My other cousin, Sam, is on report at his school. While we were at my aunt Jo's (his mum), my aunt Janet (Alex's mum) was reading through his report book. Most of it is good, but at least once or twice a week it seems, he gets into trouble for not listening, for disrupting the class, and generally being a nuisance. Two things which stuck out most in my mind were one report of him and two others (I think) pushing another kid over and kicking him, and another of him filling all the sinks in the boy's toilets and locking all the cubicle doors.

Sam is five years old.

Though I can't say that it came as a surprise. He's frequently ignoring what his mum tells him to do, though personally I don't think she does enough to stop him from doing it. She'll make threats but he'll have to really push her to get them carried out. While we were at the pub having dinner he kept running a toy car off the table. He was told if he did it again he'd have it taken off him, so instead it came shooting toward me. I confiscated it. Granted I was pretty tired and he was being noisy enough for me to want to throttle him, but I won't tolerate that kind of behaviour. Quite frankly I wish I could do more to tell him off but he's not my kid so I don't really have that right. Eh.

When we got back we had a barbeque, though I didn't eat much because of the big meal I had at lunch. Apparently when my step-dad opened the barbeque there was a burger still in there from last year... and it was blue... I'm so glad I didn't see that or I might have had reservations about eating anything that was cooked on that thing no matter how much it'd been cleaned. Ben was freaking out over the smoke like he always does, though this time he was far worse than he'd ever been before. He wouldn't dare come outside, or even anywhere near the back door but he wanted the food that we had, so he kept barking. I don't understand him sometimes.

Then I had an early night, because I was bloody knackered, so I woke up at about half past nine and gave my parents the shock of seeing me up in the AM, before they and my sister buggered off to the gym. Me, I don't go to the gym. I'm too lazy and really, I can't afford to lose the weight.

While they were out I went into the garden, which kind of looks like a garden centre at the moment with how many flowers there are, and I took a few photos though there's only one that I really like.

( This one )

Really love that.

Oh yes, I graduate soon. On the 15th of July, in fact. I get to wear a gown and mortar board (funky hat ;D). These are the colours for my school and degree...

( Purteh )

Only bad thing there is just to rent the damn thing is £40. Ripoff, I say!

So now, here I am, after having reeled off a shortfic so fluffy it made my teeth hurt, sitting listening to Take That. I'll just be off now. -thumbsup-

I am at my dad's house in Reading. Fun fun.

He took us out shopping today, and bought me some jeans. I saw a book I want - Necronomicon by H.P. Lovecraft, but it was £20 and I figured I could get it cheaper online. Turned out I was right. £14 off amazon, with free postage because of the price, so I reckon I'll get that.

When we got back I got bored, so I made some VOCALOID avatars.

                          


I'll probably make more if I get bored. ^^;

Now, time to work on my fanfic! =D

EDIT:

After further boredom, I have made more avatars, this time based on fan-made Vocaloids, and also some UTAUloids.