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| Am sitting in flat...very messy...having just got dressed to go out to meet alan and others from work. Much fun.
Worked on essay today...went okish... Haven't quite decided how I am going to start it but I got lots of information and research..from...ACTUAL BOOKS!! not the internet!! something must be wrong with me... This is the essay that is annoying me however...we have read lots of shakespeare this year...but in a different module we read Winters Tale...that I could actually talk about in this context...I can't decide which other plays to talk about!!! Discuss Shakespeare’s use of religious imagery based on in-depth analysis of at least one play you have read this academic year.
Now...I am finding it rather weird that a number of my friends are all having similar dreams about killing people and being assasins etc etc...
I too have had these dreams for the past week. Much fun though...I kinda like being a secret agent in my dreams.
random...
oh! I was such a girls yesterday, got a wedding magazine...alan laughed and thought it was stupid as we aren't getting married for a couple of years. But I said I wanted to be a girl. plus...a couple of years...meh...Haven't actually spoken to him properly in ages about when we actually want to get married. but I think 2010. lol...year I 'hopefully' graduate...and it is also the year he turns 30 (shhhhh) so i think graduation his 30th and a wedding in a year sounds fun!!!
rite...need to go carry on getting ready...flat is a state..I was going to clean but got too involved in work (and assasins creed...god damn alan and the xbox)
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| So has everyone (who's interested) had a look lj_policy's latest post? It's really rather interesting. they're changing their take down procedure for " non-sexualized photographs of teenagers where breasts or genitalia are shown" to give journal owners a chance to remove the offending material before their journal is suspended. They've also outlined two further possible changes/additions to the suspension process including the possibility of suspending single entries rather than a whole journal. They're asking for comments too (it's all sounding very positive really) | |
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|  his all-star number is 17, he is dubbed "fox 17".  go noah go!  :)  these are their practice uniforms, the game jersey is yellow. pretty spiffy.  woo pretty sunset last night.  | |
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| What's going on in the South Bay for the fourth? Anything?
I'm feeling a bit adrift and I could use a party or a big group of friends to anchor me. | |
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| :pokes thighs: I hate you. Just so you know.
Jogging has resulted in me having muscled legs and apparently no cellulite. Sadly, this does not seem to translate to the bulges of fat I have on the top outside of thighs, even with the so-called 'sculpting for bikini' exercises I filched out of Zest magazine. dammit.
Decided to add a bit of punching on parts of the route after experimenting in doable-ness today. All in the name of having *some* back muscle in time for Discworld '08. (remember, other people get in shape for holidays and so on. I attempt it for conventions) Because, well, Conina.
also want a bit of flexibility, so hello some of the old boxing stretching exercises... | |
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| gacked from bethbethbeth2002. Really bad gay pirate sea shanty writing. 2003 Review of Nicholas Nickleby (Charlie Hunnam and Jamie Bell). 2004 Sloopy and Claire's bbq, and the revelation that when drunk I sound like a drunk Elizabeth Swann. 2005 lazing in Sarlat. 2006 football, UKFCC, and journeys up and down from Newcastle. 2007 wooziness and tastebuds going haywire d/ling Caspian because i neeeeeed it. Also need to watch the 8 BSG eps I haven't yet, and the Canadian HDYSAPLM, and continue applying for jobs this evening - Tags:meme
- Mood:bored
 - Music:Billy Elliot - ExpressingYourself
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| I am all moved to Christina's in Sunnyvale. Me, the cat, my stuff, everything. I've spent two nights there and am about halfway unpacked.
Now I just need to realign my perceptions, figure out where everything is, and adjust how I plan things. I've never actually lived outside of San Mateo County. I've never made a move that really changed anything about how I lived my life before. But the 32 shuttle bus stops right by our apartment and goes straight to my work, so that's nice. And our cats are getting along wonderfully, which I didn't expect. I think things will be good.
Jim and I ended things this past Monday. I've been really, really sad about it but now I think I'm okay.
Recently, I've seen:
- Wall-E (glorious) - Wanted (blech) - Futurama: The Beast With A Billion Backs (not as good as Futurama usually is, but some great moments)
There are only twenty days left until Comic Con.
We get to leave the office at 3pm today.
I'm going to the Emerald City Ball on Saturday night, so I need to dig up some Oz-like accessories for my steampunk ensemble.
And I think that's all the news for now. | |
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| The other day I ate the starburst snake heads. I have thrown the packet out now so I can't remember where they were from, I am pretty sure they were australian though. They were RUBBISH. I thought that maybe the heads would be full of runny goo, or something, but no, they are just plain old gummy sweets that are in the shape of unconvincing snakes. Didn't even help me get over my phobia at all, cause they didn't look like snakes. Oh well.
Another disappointment is Aldi coke. Not that it is particularly unusual, it's just that it is rubbish so I thought I would throw that in there and let you know. I also noticed that they sell Hershey's bars in 3 different flavours, which I am gonna have to try. I am told by most people that they are horrible, but that doesn't really put me off trying anything. Kate got me some weird stuff from Tesco as well. "White Rabbit" sweets, which are crazy chinese sweets that have an edible rice paper inner wrapper. I'm not sure I like them, they have the taste of milk bottles but the consistency of.. I dunno, drumstick lollies or something. Maybe the rice paper put me off. [Edit: the internet says that these sweets contain minute traces of Formaldehyde, but it has been tested and is "not dangerous. WHAT?!] Also 2 bars of "Grzeski", from Poland. One is hazelnut flavour which will probably be nice but I guess kinda 'normal', maybe a bit like kitkat sensations. But the other one is white chocolate and coconut cream, which I think will be amazing. I'll let you know.
Lastly, the Fuller's Honeydew I had the other day was AMAZING. Basically he bought it like 2 years ago now, and had past the expiry date. However, I think all this means is that it's had more time to ferment in the bottle? Anyway it tasted really good, so good that I might even go out and buy some to store in my wardrobe for a few years. | |
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| So Monday I ended up helping my friend move most of his stuff from his old house into storage. I then went to work for 3 hrs, 30 mins of which I got paid to sit and eat with some of the students. Paid. To sit. And eat other people's food. AND it was really nice posh food. Who says there is no such thing as a free lunch?! Then I helped clean the friend's house in exchange for: The content of his freezer (which was a pretty good haul), a bottle of Fuller's Honeydew (which is fast becoming one of my favourite beers), 2 binliners of really expensive size 10 clothes, some cereal, and loads of crockery and cutlery. His insane housemates just left loads and loads of good stuff behind, they must be either super rich or super lazy. Oh AND a bike. And misc other things. And I got to meet his girlfriend. Strange girl. Some people are shy to the point of being antisocial, it's not entirely uncommon. But she is shy to the point of being downright fucking rude, arrogant and offensive.
Tuesday I got in at maybe 3am, sleep at 4am, and up at 8am. crazy. Then drove him to pick up his pc from the lockup (so he could store it in my flat which he thought would be a bit safer. Drove him around a bit more since he put a tenner of petrol in my car, and then came home to do a bit of cleaning etc. He ended up staying over the night here and then got a train home at 5am weds morning. Sad times. didn't get much sleep on Tues night either, though I TRIED.
Yesterday I sorted out my CV, applied for a couple of jobs, did a bit of housework, debated fixing a plug socket but I think I will read a book on it before doing that. Our rent contract expired a few days ago, and the wife had spotted a few bigger places that are the same amount of money per month, and with the same letting agent. So I called them up to see how I would go about transferring the lease over (ignoring the fact that it had expired) without having to pay another deposit (since they already have one from here) and secretly trying to avoid paying any more of their fees. Short answer is no, so I told her I'd call her back, and I didn't. I'll wait til they chase me before I pay them another £44 to sign a piece of paper, fucktards. Last night I went to the gym and watched the league of gentlemen. I'd never seen it before and think that it is possibly the funniest and weirdest thing ever. I also took half a nytol, thinking that it would let me sleep without knocking me out and fucking me up.
But I woke up today at 8.30 (cause I'd set my alarm) and I was absolutely FUCKED. So I went back to bed for a bit and for woken up 2 hours later by a call from an agency woman. A pretty bizarre conversation followed, in that I was still pretty drugged and she thought I was after a full time permanent HR job. So I set her straight after I realised what she was on about and she fobbed me off saying she might have some temp or part time work. Anyway I forwarded her my CV, whether or not she'll call back is a different story. I also applied for around 20 jobs today, now that I have a generic CV I can just fire it off to places with a covering letter. Some might call it spam.....
...I also cycled to tesco on the new bike. It is pretty weird. Guess I'll get used to it.
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So I forgot to bring a cardigan with me today. It was sunny and only slightly cooler than it has been and I thought it'd be fine.
*looks outside at the rain bucketing down*
*shivers*
And they shut the cafe here today so it's tea made with icky water.
*is hard done by*
On the otherhand it's only two days till the weekend and that is full of Shakespeare, Doctor Who and friends (my friends rather than Shakespeare or Doctor Who's friends... *g*) | |
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| Went to see Prince Caspian with Lissy and Emma (was meant to see Wanted with Megs, Jane and Jen, but certain people had to pull out so we postponed - I was poking the odeon website and told Lissy I was buggering off out of work 15 mins early to go see Prince Caspian and she went 'ooo? where?'). We may have over-squeed a bit. It was just so... so perfect. Edmund! Lucy! Peter! Susan! all the Telmarines! (Lissy, being a horse person, kept squeeing over the Andalusians, so we said 'fine, you can have the horses, we'll have the Pevensies and Caspian') I also may have scarred their brains a bit by mentioning :cough: the most frequent fic pairings for the Pevensies. Though they are in *total* agreement that Edmund is completely gay and that he so ran the intel and spy section.
Now watching LWW. They so wee! So innocent! and so..so... sorry, brain breaking after watching Peter try to handle a sword with no idea what he's doing when faced with Maugrim. This is after I've watched him fight battles and do some really fucking dirty one-on-one combat against Miraz a couple of hours ago. (there's headbutting in Caspian. Disney movie. Headbutting. For reals.) Post Prince Caspian, it's really really clear that Peter spent half his sodding time as a soldier. as did the others. Pevensies when faced with battle know *exactly* what they're doing. And hee, just got to the bit where they're about to go into battle and Edmund's starting to show signs of the completely supportive no-nonsense 'gets stuff done' person he's become by the time of Prince Caspian. ♥ Oooo, and just noticed : Peter at the first battle is wearing the same design of armour as he does in Prince Caspian, just... smaller. And shinier.
oh lord, now I desperately need post- Caspian fic back in the real world. And, er, au fic of them grown up and Peter as a soldier and leader of men who the army officers keep blinking over because this public school boy from Finchley who gives off this impression of perfect battle-hardened soldier and officer who has this ridiculous talent for tactics and didn't need lessons in dirty fighting. The fencing club learned long ago that he doesn't understand rules and sportsmanlike behaviour if you put a sword in his hand.
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| Decided to start a custom friends group for the gym so that I don't bore the arse off anyone with the minor details, comment if you're arsed.
(Probably only 1 person will be, but I think it would help if I wrote it down anyway) | |
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| Title: Courage through alcoholAuthor: Libmix Rating: PG Pairing: Cindy/Lindsay Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm just borrowing them. Summary: Cindy & Lindsay share a drunken kiss. What happens next? A/N: This will be a fic using 100 word drabbles - Hopefully :) A/N1: I struggled a lot with this one so sorry if it's naff. We're nearing the home strait now :) Part 1: Would She? - Cindy's reflection upon a drunken action. Part 2: Can I? - Lindsay's reflection upon a drunken action. Part 3: Confession - Lindsay seeks Claires advice. Part 4: Suspicion - Jill suspects something is going on. Part 5: Meeting - Cindy agrees to meet Jill. Part 6: Shock - Lindsay's thoughts during the unexpected meeting. Part 7: Intervention - Claire takes matters into her own hands. ***** ( My friends, and I love them dearly, may be adults but right now they’re acting worse than my children. ) | |
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| From Warren Ellis' latest blog post after Wizard con: "Did I mention Andy Hurley from Fall Out Boy came by the Chicago show to hang out? What a nice guy. And, as a non-drinker, hugely amused by my progressively getting more smashed during my Friday night gig."
My fannish streams, they're crossing! | |
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| Internet Jesus preserve us. ironicbees is trying to kill us with the dribblesome again.Seriously. The last picture is just a state of dear fucking god drown in puddle of drool. I'm sure Bertie isn't supposed to be that *pretty*. Please, someone, back me up on this.... And I have been rickrolled with the same bloody vid twice in the last 24 hours by two different people. Yes, I'm feeling very ashamed. I have an excuse : I thought it was a dr who fanvid, okay? | |
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| We have new babies! They're fuzzy and adorable and they roll around on the lawn and chirp. :D

This mama has four, where the fourth one is I don't know, but it's probably too chicken to come out from under the tool shed. | |
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| appear to be cursed. 90% of all arts institutes want your application done on an application form, no CVs accepted.
Which means at least 30-45 mins of tedious cut and pasting or re-wording (that's if I'm lucky and it's a doc file - I'm avoiding the pdf ones for the mo). And that's just the stuff that's nicely formatted and laid out on your cv already. Which is *before* you even get to the bloody statement. I missed the application deadline (noon today) for a bfi one yesterday because I discovered it at 11pm last night when I was already knackered and couldn't take the amount of concentration of making sure I had everything in the right boxes - and that I hadn't missed a relevant box. Writing the covering letter I could've done. The little boxes would've done me in.
I've yet to see the benefit of spending bloody ages filling out a 5-page minimum application form as opposed to one cv and a covering letter with any extra relevant info they ask for. - Tags:jobs
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|  Sorry, no cut. Can't do that to the pretty that is Fernando Torres... *licks* | |
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| Happy Canada day to all my fellow Canucks!! | |
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| Sad news that Don S Davis aka General Hammond from SG1 passed away on sunday/monday morning. The Vancouver Sun story. I always liked the General during SG1. | |
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