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So... been hearing about Supernatural for goodness knows how long. Heard so much about Sammy and Dean and Papa Winchestor, yeah, and mostly been confuzzled. Can't keep myself away from the picspams, either. Well, I have seen a grand total of two (2) episodes and... I don't know. I think I need to watch more. I'm just not sure how into it I'll ever get. Even though, Dean...yeah...

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mmm, alcohol making thoughts fuzzy. One prompt to flesh out at some point...

laundry done, how grand.

lazy, lazy moi.

Fave ep. of Firefly on. Out of Gas. Yay.

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So, Bones last night? Someone, please tell me where to find caps of Booth as he's giving Brennan the little pig. Also, why do serial killers have to look so damn good?! Eppes=Hotness. Damn.

As for Heroes, have I mentioned just how utterly adorable I find Hiro? 'Cause he's so adorable. And also, the eye thing, when Isaac and then Peter do the precog painting stuff? V. v. cool.

I feel so moody right now. Up and down, sometimes I feel great and other times I can't seem to stop crying. I lack motivation to do anything, particularly involving food. And I know that's a bad thing, because if I don't eat I get depressed, and when I get depressed I don't eat, thus furthering the cycle of badness. Damnit.

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Okay, so, um, Saturday was my best mate pandoras_evil_t's birthday. Her 21st, in fact. Big shindig like thing planned. Ish.

Well, dinner at Valentines where we all dressed v. v. nice and somehow managed not to get pished or spend a hell of a lot on the bar tab. And then Damo, Ange, Anita and I were off out on the town (after Ange and I did some creative changing in the car to clothes more fit for bar crawling).

But, let me start at the beginning.

Early afternoon found me frustrated and swearing, as my attempts at ironing the wrinkles out of my dress appeared to be... nonexistant. Given that it's a dryclean only dress and I had to use the low setting on the iron, I mean, I don't know. I don't know a fucking thing about ironing, but the wrinkles were not fucking off. And then Ange texted me asking if I wanted to come over early, watch some SG-1, and still hang out while she and Damo were off at Zuki's where she was getting all sorts of pampered.

I still hadn't straightened my hair. But okay. Shoved things into a bag, and headed on over. A couple streets away from her place, I looked down and, to my shock, disovered a Samsung mp3 player that, while clearly having been run over at least once (the headphones were crushed) was still intact and working. And whoever it was that lost it has a fairly decent taste in music. Now I just gotta find myself the software, somewhere, somehow...

Watched SG-1. Ange came home in time to just about cry over Daniel dying after pulling a Spock. And then we had a minor Danielgasm at the special features tribute to him. Hee.

Dinner was fine. She got lots of cool gifts, and I was almost (but not quite) tempted to try the baby octopus they had on offer... but they were just a little too disturbing. And Ange wasn't nearly drunk enough for us to trick/dare her into trying one. No matter.

First bar we were at, decided to play some pool, doubles--Me and Anita vs. Ange and Damo, which was mostly us against Damo. Ange had only played pool once before, and, well, she's never really been known for her gaming prowess. But it's not like Anita and I kicked ass. We did win the first game, and then rather spectacularly lost the second game. And owe our final victory to Ange, although the chances of us winning that one seemed a mite better than theirs, any how.

Highlights of the game include:
Ange sinking the white ball plent of times, but the only times she sunk any other ball was the black ball to bring them, and then us, to victory.
Damo being the only one to knock the white ball off the table.
Damo aiming for either two of balls and bouncing the white over both of them straight into the middle pocket.
Not to mention a couple of shots I made that, well, it was a fluke I actually sunk a ball. But still, we had a lot of fun.

Also, while we were playing, we were... approached by a group of guys on a Stag night. They each had a list of things they had to do, and, well, we helped them out a little. Um. I helped them out most. See, the groom needed to acquire a pair of women's panties.

So I sold mine to him for $20.

And then I ended up giving up my pantyhose to one of the other guys, while Ange gave another her stockings.

This may be whiy I oughtn't go out on the town anymore. I do crazy stuff that involves a fair amount of shamelessness, and, usually, a lacking of sobriety. I go and do it stone fucking sober. Go me!

We wandered around a couple other places, but the music was rather shite and I didn't have a real hankering for getting pished. Also, I forgot to think about the fact that straightening my hair and not wearing my glasses makes me not resemble my passport photo so much. Once place I had to give my name and birthdate and have both bouncers look at me vs. my picture. Anyway, we went home about one something in the morning.

Slept late; missed Anita leaving but found $20 she dropped by the door. Um, decided to watch Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure 'til Ange and Damo got up. Not long afer they got up and the movie finished, we went to the Base to look into acquire Season 6 of SG-1. Well, first we had lunch at BK, where I had possibly the best burger I have had in ages. The Ultimate Double Whopper? It's... a proper size burger. With, like, all sorts of tasty ingredients. I was very satisfied.

Anyway, Wharehouse at the Base didn't have Season 6, but the Hilcrest store did, so we went over there and got it, plus a couple of movies, and some meat for dinner, then we went to Ange's mum's. She'd taken most of Ange's presents and the leftover cake home just so we didn't have to worry about them in the car while we were out on the town. Grabbed all that stuff and then went back to their place.

Yay, watched the first couple discs... had kinda forgotten how cute in a lost puppy kind of way Corin Nemec/Jonas Quinn can be. Also was amused at the return of McKay, after the poor guy got shipped off to Siberia (although he was being a right royal prick, that time). Still, I love me some SG-1.

And now I'm caught up on my f-list. Yay.

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Looking up weird random things like wtf is Jericho, and some way to figure out the general dimensions of both a Stargate and a Puddle Jumper, because my mind demands more specifics... and somehow stumble upon Firefly Life's Lessons. Shiny. If I can just have that poster for my bedroom wall, now...

Also, never thought it'd be possible to have too much cheese, but... too much cheese I did, indeed, have. Might have helped if I'd had some crackers or something, anything, to go with. I didn't think that far ahead, though. And...ugh. Too much cheese.

I should go hang out with Ange. Watch more Stargate. Help her get past any upsets and issues she's holding in.

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So Eileen kindly took pictures of me last Saturday, "before" and "after" pictures from getting my hair cut (and straightened). I... got a lot of hair cut. It was a huge pile. Kinda wish I'd managed to get a picture of that, too. Ah, well. Anyway, Eileen said she'd get the pictures to me by Wednesday, on a CD, but... it's Thursday, and no CD. Damnit.

Not going to push her about it, though. She was nice enough to take pictures in the first place. My f-list can wait to see the effects, methinks.

Nothing else happening at all, really. All my Christmas candy has been consumed...no more chocolate to satisfy my cravings. Damn.

Oh, yes, this is my first entry of the year. Woo. I totally failed to get drunk on New Years, despite an abundance of Jack Daniel's, tequila, sambuca...yeah. There was alcohol. I just wasn't drinking it. And I totally tuned out the ramblings and confessions of Ange and Jas'n, who were pished. But then, I was trying to watch more Stargate SG-1, damnit!

We also finished watching Firefly and Serenity also. Plus the outtakes. So many more lj icons make sense to me now. Liek whoa. :D

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Have been doing terribly domestic things like baking and laundry and loading/unloading the dishwasher, plus little things like making dad a cup of coffee before he's even got up. Oh, yes, not to mention being the last to bed and the first to rise. And that means locking and unlocking the doors and feeding the animals and all that jazz, too.

What the hell happened to being the lazy little twat I usually am?

Also, keep not getting around to watching the rest of the Black Books DVDs, v. terrible of me, really. Am far more excited at the prospect of watching the first season of SG-1 at Ange's this Saturday (having spotted it in the Wharehouse and persuading her starting at Season 1 to introduce Damo to it was a far better idea). I mean, obviously we won't watch the whole damn thing in one sitting, but we can make some headway, and hopefully Damian won't fall asleep like he often does.

Have mysterious scrapes on two knuckles... not a fucking clue how I got them, or why they're one different fingers of both hands. 'Snot like I've been getting into any sort of ruckus... (unlike my cousin John, the cop, who sent another entertaining email about the shit he gets up to in his job) Heh.

Iain has arrived up from Wellington, was here for all of five minutes, and promptly buggered off with his mate Ben. Ah, well, obviously we can play catch-up and all that jazz later. Yay.

Am I a terribly boring person with a terribly boring life, or what?

Wednesday, Ange, Damo and I went up to Auckland, well, Manukau city really, and the mall there, whatsit...Westfield? Whatever it's called. A shopping mall. Had lunch at Wendy's first. I have not had Wendy's in a long time. In fact, this is the first time I've had Wendy's in New Zealand. Sooo...about two years since I've been to Wendy's. It was good, anywho. And then we went to the mall...

...wherein I did not spend a whole lot of money on myself. Although I was sorely tempted on a couple of occasions. I resisted. Instead, only bought a little extra pressy for dad that, well, will probably be more played with by me and any other children. But there was this one store with a bunch of dragon stuff and ooooh how I wanted to buy all sorts. Again, resisted.

Ah, well... there's bound to be Christmas money to fritter away, and all that.

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Her Exalted Highness Duchess Hana the Purple of Under Yockenthwaite Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

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It's crashed on me three times today. Stupid thing.


Dad found a couple old sheets of stickers. It's Trolls. Remember the litlte troll figurines? And the ones with jewels on their bellies? Yeah, those cute/ugly little things.

Talked to my mother. It's snowing. My Godmother is over visiting at the moment and she was so excited. She's not seen snow or anything. She picked the perfect time to visit the States, really. Got to gorge on Thanksgiving dinner and everything.

We didn't have one here. Although dad did make a pumpkin pie. Oh, and an apple crumble for me and Andrew 'cause I don't like pumpkin pie and Andrew's got major dairy allergies. Andrew brought over a marshmallow cake, but I don't like it very much. Or not at all.


Have v-neck sunburn 'cause I'm le idiot. It was like, the one part--no, no, my hand is sunburned too I think--still, the few bits of skin showing yesterday and they got burned. Fucking hell. *wears sunscreen*

Went over to Andrea's last night. We had a very nice dinner. Drank wine. Watched Black Books episodes until 8:30. Then Andrea laughed as I yelled at the tv and mocked Horatio Caine. And then we watched Numb3rs. The pair of us melted when Larry asked Megan out. It was geekily sweet.

Am thinking about doing something special on the 15th of January. That will be my half-birthday. I didn't do anything spectacular for my 21st, so maybe I should do something then. As well as celebrating Ange's 21st in Feb. We're going to get so very drunk, I can imagine.


Switched in a bunch of new icons again. Quel surprise.

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Proof there is hope yet, from overheardnyc:
Teen ghetto girl: If you had a daughter...
Teen ghetto boy: If I had a daughter, there ain't no way she'd be leavin' the house with them short shorts and shit. And she fo' sho' wouldn't be playin' with them barbies. Barbies is evil. They mess with girls' brains, makin' them think they need to show off their shit and have babies when theys like 15. No barbies. Only puzzles.

And yes, there is an icon of "No barbies. Only puzzles." Becuase that is awesome.

For myself, and pandoras_evil_t, I recently had a sudden craving for Stargate fic, and discovered some rather interesting stuff... Like a website containing links to Daniel-Centric Fic which also gives links to three Stargate Archives, StargateFan, Heliopolis, & Area 52.

Hotel Sex -Daniel/Greg House NC-17 crossover, quite amusing.

This fic was inspired by Michael Shank’s story at GateCon. When asked for some insight into the show, something we fans don’t know, he said (and I quote)… "Daniel’s actually a night-time ninja. He fights crime in the streets of Colorado Springs… When everyone thinks he’s up late studying stuff, he’s actually fighting crime on the streets… There’s a little tidbit for you fan fiction writers." Poor man never realised that fanfic writers, like bunnies, live on tidbits. The quite funny Daniel-ninja trilogy: Average, Everyday, After Everything & Ancient Empires.

The Auction, a funny, Daniel-worship fic in which Hammond, O'Neill, and Jackson are part of a bachelor's auction.

Sympathetic Magic It's Jack/Daniel, sort of PWP but I found it rather amusing.

Another Fine Universe You've Gotten Us Into Mirror universe fic, sorta Jack/Daniel but ultimately I love it simply for one little line about Daniel's eyebrows. Not to mention this...

"Colonel Carter is a theoretical physicist. I'm the engineer. She's the one who comes up with the unworkable theories, and I'm the one who makes them work," Dr. O'Neill sniped, wheeling his chair back.

"Sorry if I trust Carter a little more than you, but I remember our sixth-grade chemistry class," Jack shot back.

Dr. O'Neill spread his hands out before him. "One little explosion!"

And other slash recs and all that jazz.

Okay, okay, I'll stop now. Really. Honest. *nods* Promise, 'n all that. Uh-huh. Won't happen again.

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I was walking back to my place yesterday and I got wolf-whistled at from a passing van. *was amused* It's been a while since that's happened. I also wasn't surprised, considering I was wearing a short skirt, knee-high socks, and had my hair down since I straightened it on Thursday.

Drank a bunch of bourbon and coke with Glenn and Paul... possibly volunteered to be a cook/bartenter/slave on a sailing expedition. Forgot to have dinner. Had fun watching Distraction UK. Good show, that.

Seeing Grant today. Hopefully he's feeling better--he was a bit depressed about Thursday's playreading. It's gotta be hard, sharing his creation like that and having them tell him what's wrong with it.

Switched in new icons. Again.

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