The fact that my 'leave a comment' link is now cut in half is bugging me. Does anyone with any HTML knowledge want to check through my layout code and see if there's any way to fix it? :T I've looked myself but my HTML know-how is very limited and I have absolutely no clue what I'm looking at.

The faulty laptop that I've spent the past week trying to return has now gone. The courier came for it yesterday, and I would have posted about it then but for some reason that I don't understand I was up all night and too tired to put together my thoughts to type up an entry. I have a receipt, but hopefully that's the end of it and I can get my refund then give dad the money I owe HIM for getting me a laptop that actually works. I'd love to know what happened to that one that it managed to break like that. I have the feeling it might have been roughed up a bit in the van when it was being delivered.

On Monday, I went to Bolton with mum and Amy to see a play, and managed to fall over within two minutes of getting out of the car. The most awful part wasn't the hitting the ground, or the entire right side of my jeans being soaked with ice-cold water, or my sore hip, it was feeling my foot go out from under me and knowing I was going to fall. I hate that feeling. I suppose I was lucky, I could have smacked my head off the floor or broken a bone, but as it was I was just wet and cold and embarrassed. I'm thinking though that I might have fallen a bit harder than I first thought, since my shoulder has been aching since yesterday and the side of my hand keeps twinging. I can still bend my fingers so it's probably not serious, but still. Muh.

I hate falling over.

Mum, John and Amy went to see the new Sherlock film last night. I didn't, because I'm not really that interested, and they didn't seem very taken with it. Amy was getting bored before it finished. I've not really been that impressed with any modern adaptations of Sherlock Holmes though, so I'm not really surprised.

I got a nice surprise in the mail yesterday, too! A letter from ishilde, which I have duly written a reply to and I will be sending that off as soon as I can find a stamp. Hopefully the Xmas post won't slow it up too much :T I love getting letters. I also have my Xmas present from iiluov, which is a long-since retired TY Beanie Baby that I had as a kid and managed to lose somehow, probably in one of my mum's clear-outs. It might be silly for a 23 year old to miss a toy but I don't care :T

I'm staying in my room today. My stomach hasn't been quite right since last night and I still feel a bit icky. Bluh.

Finally admitted defeat and deleted Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name from my webcomic bookmarks. It's very sad, but I think after so long without an update it's not going to be coming back. Pity.

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<;

Sadfais >:

I'm a liar, and I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself.

It's not lies that hurt people. In fact the only person I'm hurting is myself. I have trouble leaving the house, and it varies from day to day, sometimes worse than other times. When it's bad, and I skip university (which I do far too often), I lie about it. I lie because I don't want my mum to start yelling at me or my sister to start bitching.

Because they don't get it. Neither of them know what it feels like and it probably just sounds like I'm wallowing in self-pity but that's how it is. Some days I simply can't go outside. I can't face it. It's not something I want to talk to a doctor about because I'm stubborn, and I know that no amount of therapy is going to solve it.

I have plans for my life, you know? Where I want to be and what I want to do, but when it comes right down to it, I would much rather stay awake until 6am and sleep all day than get my butt out of bed and go to university to work towards that future.

Does it make sense to you? Sure doesn't make sense to me.

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.