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Gratch, as much as I adore her, has a rather annoying tendency to find between 4 and 7 a.m. as a time to act up. She will perform any one or a combination of these...

a) get right by my (or his) head and purr, also tickling with whiskers in order to wake us. If face is cover, paw to the ear with claws extended.
b) find an item on a dressing table or under the bed or on the windowsill that will make noise when she paws at it. Knocking shit off is an extra.
c) noisily climp on top of some high area like the printer or the duchess. Extra for knocking shit off at the same time.
d) jump on the bed and attack the covers, even if they're not moving. Particularly if we're snuggled close and she can't get between us.
e) race all around the house and attack random shit in the room next door. Extra for swiping at dangly bits on the horns of the cow skull and claws scraping on the wall between living room and bedroom.

She fucking knows that this is frowned upon behavior. (In fact, it got her a light smack when she did the covers attack after playing up over the two hours before the alarm went off) We are NOT to be disturbed before the alarm goes off, even if one (or both) of us stumble off to use the toilet before then. It is sleepy time and she is disturbing the peace. Shutting her out of the bedroom is not an option, as she'll still run around the rest of the place and knock things over, and generally be a pain in the ass.

I love her, I really do. But damn sometimes she's a naughty ratbag.

Fin.

So I've sort of been keeping a mental list of actor's voices I would adore to hear narrating anything--even the driest text book, if only to hear their voices. It includes:

Pierce Brosnan
Liam Neeson
Tim Curry
Jeremy Irons
Alan Rickman
Vin Diesel
James Earl Jones
Morgan Freeman
Lawrence Fishbourne

And I'm nto sure who else I could adore... ideas, f-list? (thanks to peaseblossom03 for discussing with me, as well. :D)

I felt really bad for my flatmate this morning. See, he's a bit of a night owl, as well has having some family drama in the middle of the night, was cursed with insomnia. I myself suffered the same, although not as bad as him... but enough to sympathise. Anyway, I contented myself with reading some fanfic before I went back to bed and managed to fall asleep. Unfortunately, I was woken around four in the morning (again) by the sound of his angry voice on the phone (again), and once I managed to gather there was swearing and an ex involved, I tuned him out and amazingly fell back asleep. Made plans to offer my sympathetic ear in the morning if he needed to rant.

Anyway, this guys kids get up at the crack of dawn all the time. I honestly don't know what's wrong with them that they never, ever sleep in. On a good weekend, they're quiet and I don't have them waking me. On a bad weekend, there's thumping (is there something about children and running everywhere in the house? Savannah was as bad when we were on Amarah baby-sitting duty...) and bickering. This is a bad weekend. Michaela, especially, is loud, but Callum is eleven and can be an ass to his sister while she's a bossy little britches. So there was much fighting this morning. I got up in hopes of, y'know, getting them to shut up and having Michaela stop knocking on her dad's door for advice on their cookie baking to let the poor man sleep.

I asked him later if he got any sleep at all, and apparently there was a couple of hours and he's okay, but, yeah, he got a bit grumpy with them when the fighting got too loud. Bloody kids. Would happily stuff them under pillows, at the moment.

Fin.

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.

Fin.

Blah blah blah scum people blah blah blah...

Me: "...just so long as he doesn't make a pass at you!"

Ange: "If he does, I'll take away his ability to ever pleasure a woman!"

"What, you'll cut out his tongue?"

"...and his ability to procreate."

"Good woman."

Fin.

Dad babysits Joel on Mondays. Joel is the three year old of this woman Cindy--and her mum Carol is my dad's ex. They parted on good terms, obviously. But yeah, he likes doing this babysitting stuff. He's been ready to be grandfather for years, he says, but Iain and I are simply too young to be starting on giving him grandchildren yet, thankyouverymuch. *rolls eyes* Anyway, little dude comes over on Mondays. And dad has some lovely tricks to get the hours to pass without seeming to, and getting errands done at the same time. Like, if the weather is nice, get Joel to help with the gardening. Or, if it's not so nice, go grocery shopping.
It's so weird. I don't know where I picked it up. I figured it out somehow, anyway. When we were at the supermarket, a way I kept Joel sort of occupied was giving him the job of holding the shopping list. And having him help me take the cart to one of the little trolley park things. Just, y'know, giving him little errands or something to hold so he would feel useful--and stay out of trouble. And I have no idea how I knew to do that, 'cause I don't ever remember anyone ever telling me. It's not like I watch those Little Angels or Supernanny shows... not very often anyway. Although the bits I have seen have given me some clues as to what to do/not do whenever I do get around to having my own rugrats.
Anyway...
Last week pandoras_evil_t took her bike into the repair shop to get it all checked out and fixed up. Well, they told her the back tire and brake pads needed replacing, and she said, "Do it!" All's well and good, right? Right. Well... no, not right, actually. She picked the bike up, and was riding home, when, at a place where she needed to stop, horror of horrors--her brakes didn't work! She crashed into a fence. Thankfully it was only a fence. When she called up the shop, the guy there said he'd forgotten to mention--the brake lines needed replacing as well, and how much that would cost. Later that day, though, the manager of the shop called back and said they'd do that job for free, since there'd been such a cock-up and it could have been much worse.
Well, on Tuesday Ange asks me if I want to come with her to take the bike back in, and "look scary." She... just doesn't know how to do intimidating like I do, lol. Well, off we go, and the manager surprised us--he gave her a full refund on the whole job. Well, now she has a whole $58 more than she had last week, and as she took the money we both noticed that, well... her helmet's in pretty bad shape. May as well look at getting a new one, yeah? *laughs* Kind person that I am, I was oh-so-complintary of how the helmet's looked on her when she tried them. But, yeah, picked one, and the manager only charged her $40 instead of $45. Good stuff!
After that we skipped across the road to the McCafe for some coffee. Mmmm, latte. I don't know how I've not managed to get addicted to coffee. pandoras_evil_ loves to tell me Cancerians have addictive personalities, so it's strange I don't really have many addictions--but then sometimes it seems as if people become addicted to me! Well, we were at the McCafe enjoying our latte and mochacino, when who showed up on his lunch break? Her boyfriend. So he came and chatted with us for a few mins before he went to actually grab something to eat and we went back to her place for the afternoon.
Got another fic rec, this one being Lupin/Snape. I enjoyed it. How Severus Snape (Didn't) Kill Nymphadora Tonks. 'Sfunny, I really haven't read too many fics lately, and recced even less... but, eh, what kind of fics I want to read fluctuates and varies so I never know when the mood is going to strike me to read whichever pairing or gen...
And, yeah, this was an icon used by someone commenting on my last entry, made by quietlyhonestly. Is tres cool, no?


( Happy Thanksgiving )

Fin.

If I see Anthony I am going to give him hell. That selfish, uncompromising, manipulative cunt. How dare he try to make her feel guilty?! Ass. Bloody fucking stupid cunthead. Stay away from Liz or I'll have your guts for garters. I'm not gonna let you fuck with her head.

Fin.

Yesterday was totally Haunting of the Ex-es day. Not only did I get texted out of the blue from Adrian, who was "feeling chatty", but when Liz was out flat-hunting she ran into Peter.

Oooooh I am still angry with him.

It's been two months. Still pissed. Argh! *urge to maim, kill, and hide the evidence*

I mean, it was the most pathetic break-up. And I don't know just WHY he went cold on me all of a sudden. It wouldn't be nearly so bad if it wasn't just unresolved like that. Part of me is afraid that if I ever find out it will hurt even worse, but the rest of me seriously doubts that. I don't like not knowing worse that I fear the unknown.

Peter you utter, utter bastard! May the fleas of a thousand camels feast upon your lower extremeties. I hope your next girlfriend gives you rabies.

Fin.

It's overcast right now. The ground is wet, but it hasn't really been raining. Not anything torrential, at any rate. The weather lately has been pleasant. Sunny. Warm. I get up in the morning and open my windows to let in a breeze. Get distracted in the evenings and come home to a chilly room because I was online 'til late and handn't closed the windows and curtains. Oops. It's invariably warm in the computer labs, even with the fans going. So glad they installed those in the last month.
I hate my period for starting at such a time that my favourite pair of shorts were out of comission for a while. I hate that my sandals are all synthetic materials, so unlike leather sandals, they never break in, and leave me with sores on my feet from rubbing the skin wrong. I hate my closed shoes for giving me athlete's foot so I have to deal with that. It's a pleasure to walk around in shorts and bare feet. Except late at night when my feet are colder and more sensitive, so even slightly rough ground is uncomfortable. The old fear of slugs keeps me off the grass--even though there's nothing here like the ones back in WA. *shudders*
I'm just a little depressed right now. A little low. I feel like the other girls don't like me. I don't fit in. I wonder how much they realise I don't fit in. It's painful because they don't understand me, and they don't try to. They've got their cliques and close friendships. We can talk, but we're not friends. I miss having friends to do things with. Even if it's just watching movies. And playing the colours game. (They won't even try to learn the colours game--even though Annalise belches all the time) Playing Scum or Blewme (Bloomie? Solitaire Showdown. I saw someone playing that on MSN recently and missed our games).
I almost hate it when mum tells me what's been going on back home. Ha... home. But hearing about her and Gary and the cats, even the bloody insufferable racoons, it makes me miss it. I don't want to go back. I want to visit, but I don't want to go back. But I miss my friends and all that, too.
I need to remember to ask mum to get me some more knee high striped socks for Christmas. My red and white ones have got holes in the heels now. Sad.
Another reason I'd love to visit...

Last night I was chatting with Matt. Or rather, role-playing. It was rather spur of the moment. It was going by his idea of the chocaholic Myrdraal, and I was playing off of that. Already I've been trying to think of what my character looks like, where she must be from, and where she's been that she knows what she knows. I will have to further question Matt about any limitations as to what my character can do/be/know. Trying to refrain of Sue-dom. But it was very Wheel of Time. And so much fun. Especially when I began separating my thoughts from my character's thoughts.
Her name's Andra Liernan. I haven't figured her age. From clues from Matt, she must be rather attractive--after all, the two innkeeper's sons were both chasing after her mighty quick (and he was making pointed references to THEIR good looks and muscles, etc. oh, the drama!). Somehow she's made friends with a Myrdraal, her hidden protecter--who works for chocolate. Whee! In my mind I see her as someone with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Not pale, more olive skinned. On the shorter end of tall. Not dressed flamboyantly, but has wealth and probably appears to be maybe upper merchant class, or hell, she could possibly pass for low-ranking nobility.
We started out in Tel'aran'rhiod, the World of Dreams. So, with a bit of deft manipulation of said world, she carries a fair amound of wealth, as well as chocolate, and "necessities" which I left unspecified. At least one spare dress. :P And an overcoat. That's all I've got so far. Haven't thought of whether she has any other weapons beyond a knife. I haven't even decided if she has any weapon proficiency. I'll probably ask Matt if we're hammering out more stats and such.
It was fun to play and have backstory ideas come to me randomly. She started out as nothing. A nameless woman of unknowns. And they just began forming. It was great! And then, the honour of honours in my books: Matt asked if, whenever I visit in the States, we can play a WoT campaign with Andra and Derun'shael (a.k.a. the Stricken One a.k.a. Daryn) being NPCs. And that? That would be brilliant. I would love so much for the other players to meet these two... and then afterwards learn of their origins.

Fin.

( Somebody's been using the Thesaurus! *wiggles eyebrows* )

Just reading that while chatting with miyumiyu, who received a slightly different version as a flame on ff.net. I just handed her a plot bunny on a silver platter about it. I hope I will be posting the link to a fic soon. Hehe!

And last night...

[Most of the Craiglockhart girls and some of the Bindaloe boys are getting comfy on the couches to watch Chocolat. Front Row has Victoria, Sarah, Lisita, Elyshia, & Came. Second row is Annalise, Calvin, and Shane. On the couches in the back, Me & Giles, Donald & Mike, Kate & Kirsti.]

ELYSHIA: and no kissing in the back row!

KATE: Oh Kirsti, oh!

[I am thinking:] Sapphic jokes. YES! My hallmates are (somewhat) normal!

*coughs* Mike looks like a total trucker. He's got the denim jacket with fleece, the mullet and mustache, sideburns, and the baseball cap. But if he lost the cap and exchanged the jacket for a leather one, he could totally pull off the biker look. Donald and I were sitting there trying to convince him he could look like he's just got off his Chopper... All he's missing is the American accent. (take mine, take mine!)
Good movie, although more Johnny would have been nice. Hehe.
I probably would have posted something about it last night, but when I wandered over to the computer labs all the computers were taken, and when there was finally a spare one they all suddenly decided to freeze up. It was kinda funny though, as I was waiting (and hoping) to log on and I was talking quietly with Donald, the other people in the lab kept glancing over at us. And at that time of night, it's mostly the Asians in there, so we're wondering how much they understand of what we're saying (nothing bad, it was mostly tame), or if they're just being nosy about the people who dare to break the Silence of the Labs™ with anything but mouse clicks and tapping keys. You should see how people will swivel and stare when someone's cell phone goes off. It's ridiculous.
It's nearly ten in the morning. I've been up since 7:40. I woke up at 7 when my alarm went off, as silly me I forgot to turn it off last night. But I had a great night's sleep anyway, so I'm just slacking off in the labs in my pjs until a little later when I'll have a shower. For now, I've got the lab pretty much to myself.
Oooh, pandoras_evil_t has some questions for me, from whatever the hell movie she was watching when she made her entry.

If you could fight someone, who would it be?
This is kinda hard, as I am in SUCH a good mood I don't really want to fight anyone. But let's try... Little Hen. (to those on my f-list who are friends with Little Hen, I apologise.)

If you could fight any celebrity, who would it be?
Mmmm... Ashlee Simpson.

Historical figure?
Queen Isobella of Spain.

Yes, I am perusing my f-list as I write this.

A Stealth Geek (SG) is a person who has many of the internal qualities of geekiness yet who does not look or act like the stereotypical geek.

Damn, that's gonna confuse with the other SG, that is, Sex God. Bwahahaha.
Okay, a question. Is it the new Thing to post an Icon of the Day? Alright, only two people on my f-list do it, but that's more than there were last week. It only just recently come to my attention that people are doing this, and I'm wondering where the habit was picked up from.

[Edit:] Me ending up sitting next to Giles when we watched Chocolat happened totally by accident, I swear.

Fin.

The Weaker Sex?

We start to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find anything that comes in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurts so bad it brings us to tears. Enter the almighty, uncomfortable training bra contraption the boys in school will snap until we have calluses on our backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we get the hormone crankies, have to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.

Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) is having sex for the first time which is about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.

Then it's off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we don't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John.

Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learn to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we're having Rosemary's Baby. Our once flat bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee our pants everytime we sneeze.

When the big moment arrives, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions will invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we'll waddle with our big cartoon feet moaning in pain all the way to the ER. Then it's huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more (or 10 ) good push," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the bastard (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb. bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it's time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.

The teen years. Need I say more? The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our mid-30's to early 40's while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday (which just happens to be the reason all that early hot man sex got you pregnant in the first place).

Now we hit the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take the HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

Now I love being a woman but "Womanhood" would make the Great Ghandi a tad crabby.

Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right. Bite me.

Fin.