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In a conversation with diea:

Me: I find it amusing how many times people forget the _ in front of my name. Not that you did. It's just it happened in some icon crediting by dragonrider7 recently, and in an entry today by cynicalpirate
diea: and in my user info which you pointed out a little while ago
diea: why did you include the underscore?
Me: because I had a feeling that if I didn't, lj would say "BITCH, that name's taken already!" And, would you know? I was right.
diea: really? there's another Xanthia running around? wierd
Me: of course, whoever this chick is, she hasn't updated in two years or three years, but whatever
Me: uh-huh. There's also www.myspace.com/xanthia as opposed to me, www.myspace.com/_xanthia Although I did get to have xanthia without the _ over at photobucket.
diea: at least you win at something. I always thought that it was because you wanted your name to be at the beginning of lists instead of the end.
diea: it was the only reason I could think of.
Me: hahahaha, no. Although that is a good reason.

Interview Questions from simple__man:

1. What's your favorite JTHM moment? Ooooh. *has to think really hard* It's been aaaaages since I've read JTHM, and I haven't read all of them... but... I think, the first time he met Squee.

2. Favorite HP pairing, and why? Oh, this one, Remus/Sirius hands down. It's what got me into the fandom, actually. See, for a long time I resisted Harry Potter, but finally I caved and read all the books. And then, about six months later, I got it into my head that maybe those weird slashers were right, and Remus and Sirius were made for each other (until he died, and then Severus helped Remus move on). Then I went searching for fic.

But really, besides the huge ass amount of subtext that they were More Than Friends and Certainly Not Brothers, they work so well together. Remus has totally got Sirius whipped, and acts as a sort of balance by being the Calm One while Sirius is the Wild One. And Sirius, I think, helps Remus loosen up a little and have fun.

3. Movie that never fails to scare the absolute shit out of you. Ummm. I don't really watch many scary movies, mostly because I find I can't suspend my disbelief for the stupid thing the characters do. And, I mean, I don't really scare too easily, at least, not scared shitless at any rate. Hmmm. Exorcist: The Beginning was pretty freaky. But, really... I reckon Signs freaks me out the worst though. Particularly if I watch it at night, out in the country or somewhere where I can hear the trees rustling in the wind. I remember the first time I saw that movie, I had to take the trash out, which meant walking across the dark yard, where, zomg, they could come out and kill me at any moment.

4. What was your first memory? My first memory is from when I was around 18 months old or so. My mum had to hang out the laundry, and being my typical clingy self, I wanted her to carry me. Of course, she couldn't carry me and hang up the laundry, so she had to put me down. She thought I might like it if she put me in the laundry basket, that I'd have fun standing there while she did what she had to do. I distinctly remember thinking, "I don't want to be here. If I cry, I'll be picked up." And so, I started to cry.

5. What sports do you like to watch, and have you ever played any sports. The only sport I really like to watch is netball (If you don't know what it is, click the link under 'About Netball' for details). I've tried watching rugby, but I often get distracted. And no other sport really interests me enough to watch it all the way through. I've played a little bit of rugby, but not nearly as much as I wish I did. For a while there I did play netball--it was totally random that I decided to play this all-girls sport that I had NO idea how to play. I did okay anyway.

(I googled to find a good definition of netball, 'cause I was pretty sure simple__man would have no idea what I was talking about. Zomg I could kill the Wikipedia definition. It's absolute shite. 'Cause, I mean, yeah, it's got similarities to basketball (and used to be called that until basketball became an international sport), but at the same time it's quite different. I prefer it. Whenever I played basketball in PE I always had the hardest time remembering I could run and dribble the ball, not stop and immediately pass.

...haha, the reminds me how one time we were playing basketball, and I got the ball and had to run to the opposite end of the court. Of course I was being chased as I dribbled the ball. I don't know what got into me but I couldn't even have been to the 3 pt line, when, worried they were going to steal the ball off me, I stopped and made the shot--and got it. My teammates loved me for that.

My aim is pretty shite most of the time though. It took a LOT of practicing to get my body to figure out just how to throw the ball so it got in the hoop. I'm pretty sure that shot was a fluke, lol. It's why, with Netball, I'm better as Goal Defend than Goal Attack. I get the mobility of two thirds of the court, without having to take shots--just intercept them and get the ball to the other end of the court.)

In other news, I wanted Liz to straighten my hair today, but she wasn't feeling up to it and I'm not confident enough to try it on my own yet. Instead I watched Revenge of the Sith with her and Anthony... and ate a lot of her chocolate. But oooooh, I love Samuel L. Jackson and Ewan McGregor. And I had such a hard time not laughing at slashy moments. Hehe.
Dad sent a text at quarter to five saying he was running late--hadn't even left Hamilton in fact. Bloody hell. He's going to be here v. late. He said something about how he hoped it wasn't too rainy... I'm oviously not up to date on how weather is around the rest of the country 'cause it was very nice here today.
I don't think Chunky is interested in me. Damn, damn, and bloody hell. Stupid boys!
I got quite the shock this afternoon though. There's several American guys who are students here, and they're in the comp labs a lot. There's one of them I've sorta had my eye on in a casual way, even if he'll wear his hat backwards (I rather hate that.). Well, when I got here earlier today he wasn't wearing his hat. Oh. My. God. The guy can't be more than 20 or so. Already going bald. Horribly so. No fucking wonder he's always wearing a hat. It sucks, 'cause he's got such a round head he'd look like ball if he just shaved off his hair. *snerk* He has playboy bunny pajama pants. They're v. cute.
After reading metaquotes, I want a sharpie and some white-out, to draw top hats and iPods on all manner of crossing signs. *grins* Link. Browsing through metaquotes also sent me on a bit of an icon gacking spaz. Saw several I really liked. Now safely tucked away, with credit.
A Holy Mother of Fuck picture of Lucius Malfoy.

Fin.

Edit: I fucking suck at code today.

I got up and had a shower. After I'd got dressed and towel dried my hair, and run a comb through it, I went out into the entrance hall to have a proper look at my hair in the full-length mirror there. And, I grabbed a strand of it at the back and pulled it straight, just to see how long my hair really is. It came down to the back of my bra. I mentioned to Liz (as her door was open, and I'm sure she needed distracting from her studying) that my hair would be noticeably longer if I straightened it.
"You should do it then! You can use my straightening irons."
Heh.
By one o'clock this afternoon, my hair was all straightened. It took a while. There's a lot of it. I now know the ends of my hair are uneven, and the tips are rather dried out and possibly damaged. So, really, I should get them trimmed. But I won't cut heaps off my hair or anything when I get the chance to do it. Just enough to revive/rejuvenate and encourage further growth.
I look strange with straight hair. Not better, not worse. Different, a little. I think it looks artificial. Still, not horrid. No pictures. No way to post 'em. Alas. Ah well, I'm sure I'll do it again sometime over summer (if pandoras_evil_t will help) and I'll get pictures then, or something. :)

Fin.