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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.

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all--
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Well, I was feeling fairly down. I kinda got dumped earlier this week. Even though it was not anything I did (or didn't do), I still felt like a failure and while, in my head I know I'm still all sorts of pretty, I feel like I'm undesireable. Just because I was rejected by one guy... *shakes head* And I mentally kick myself every time I find I'm hyperaware of his presense, and what he's wearing, and what he smells like. *sighs* It's pathetic. We were maybe a month of some hanging out and sexxin', and it wasn't anything serious. Still, getting ditched sucks.

Anyway, was feeling down. I have Matt to thank for my lighter mood. He kinda distracted me by having us play Vampire: The Masquerade again, working and an old, old story arc involving my character Titia and his character Aaron. They were both spawned by the same vampire (now deceased) and there was a lovely situation he threw them into. Anyway, it was quite a delight to reread the old transcripts of our game, better to recall details to continue onwards. And thus, we had another fine session furthering their story. *grins* (V^^^V) <----I still remember thisimpleman teaching me that as he seduced me into the world of vampires. Yes, Judah, I blame you for getting me onto my vampire fixation. I got yelled at--well, capslocked at--for not remembering Anne Rice's name, the first time I read Interview With the Vampire. *snerk*

And that's all for now.

Fin.

Seems every time I prepare a meal that's not, like, meat pies or something, I get compliments. I think possibly it's because 1) I only cook one night a week, 2) Dad and Suzy both like not having the cook for once, 3) it's their way of encouraging me to cook more often. Mebbe. As it is, I've managed not to screw up any meals yet. Even the kinda sorta more-fancy-than-my-usual meals I make.

I've also been verboten from having big lunches ever again because then I'm just not properly hungry come dinnertime. And I get full sooner. Heh. My bad.

Need to stop staying up online 'til the wee hours of the morning reading porn. Although... it was really good porn. Like, totally avoided using those horrible euphemisms and wasn't really sappy and they were perfectly in character while also being completely wasted. *laughs* Er. Yes. I enjoyed reading all that fic. But I shouldn't keep myself up so late.

See Ange on Sunday. And Tuesday. Pretty sure I'm working this weekend, but not during the week... yet.

Whee! A proper entry that is not a meme or... wait, no, I have a quiz result thingy to post, too. Hee. Nicked from macjinx:

Bastet You look for balance and harmony, anxious, devoted. Often rash and impatient. Colors: male: yellow ochre, female: grey Compatible Signs: Sekhmet, Horus Dates: Jul 14 - Jul 28, Sep 23 - Sep 27, Oct 3 - Oct 17 Role: Goddess of cats, women, and secrets Appearance: Cat or cat-headed woman Sacred animals: cat What is Your Egyptian Zodiac Sign? Designed by CyberWarlock of Warlock's Quizzles and Quandaries

Fin.

Was woken up at 4:30 in the morning.

By the fire alarm.

Confused the hell out of me. I mean, we just had a fire drill last Friday morning. And that was bad enough, being 7:30 in the morning. I don't know why, but it felt like it went off first in my room. Probably just paranoia because of course the only place I'd hear it before leaving my room is in my room. Still..

For whatever reason, though, I also got the feeling there wasn't actually a fire. (There wasn't.) So I didn't rush about too quickly to throw on some extra clothes--my little nighty and boxers are hardly enough to be wearing out, in the cold, at that time in the morning)--and then, because I heard the wind rustling through the trees, I panicked a bit at the thought it was bloody well raining as well. (It wasnt.) But that meant I had my nice warm leather jacket to lend to poor Little Sarah, who even with her dressing gown and all that was freezing. We were very confused. And rather upset to be woken up so early.

Had three fire trucks show up, just in case. Three! And none of the firemen were even remotely hot, much to Kate's disgust. And where was the faulty smoke alarm that caused all this trouble? Oh, yeah. My room. *grimace* So I didn't get back to bed 'til 5, after all the firemen had disabled my faulty alarm (still have one good one) and left. Took me a while to fall back to sleep. Sometime today they're supposed to come back again to check up on it, figure out just what the hell the problem is.

It's not my fault! (The firemen even said so.)

But I was very careful to keep my door closed when made toast for breakfast this morning.

Fin.

Last night I got sick. Which wouldn't have meant much, except Suzie had been sick. And when I told Dad this morning, he said he's been sick. But Suzie's daughter Rachel who's been living with her for a little bit hasn't come down with anything. Neither has Eileen.
Looks like the lasagne thingumiwhatsit with the really strong (overpowering) capsicum was, well, possibly not good. Dad had thought maybe since only Suzie was sick, it had been the cheese and too much fat content for her body to handle anymore... but since he and I both got sick and we ate it yesterday maybe it was the capsicum. Its flavor had permeated through just about everything. Might have been more to that super strong flavor than we realized. And it's the only remotely dodgy thing I ate yesterday.
Which meant an unpleasant night after dinner, not sleeping much, and waking up at 5:30 with a full bladder since I'd drunk lots of water to keep from dehydrating. And not falling back to sleep afterwards. So here it is, 9:30 in the morning, and I've been up nearly three hours.
I'm wearing my faerie wings. People driving by looked at me, of course. But what made me almost laugh was that some guy came out and took a photo of me as I walked by. Honestly, you'd think people have never seen faeries before... And I'm going to the post office later today. Hehe!
In one week I'm going to be waking up in my Hall of Residence. *meeps*

Fin.

The other night I dreamt I was being courted--yes, courted is the proper word--by Robbie Williams... and Lucius Malfoy. Both of them. Wanted me.
I had to choose. (Both was, unfortunately, not an option.) Long, blond-haired, sexy, evil villain, or Bond-esque, playful, sexy, famous singer. Oh, the dilemma.
My conscience couldn't bear to break Robbie's heart.
This morning I was wide awake at 5:30 for no reason whatsoever. And I couldn't get back to sleep. I was also hungry. So I actually had breakfast and then meandered over to my dad's to talk some and play on the computer.

Fin.

( Hide the results from your beautiful eyes )

I felt sick again today. About the same time in the afternoon as I felt sick last Monday. I wondered about that. But then I fell asleep, until mum woke me up for dinner. I just wasted another afternoon--and I won't be able to get to sleep tonight.
I hate it when I do that. I just... I prefer to sleep in the afternoon, and then spend hours up doing less active things before sleeping the small hours away. Then, I get up and do all the active things in the morning. Blah.
This means I didn't do the homework for any of my classes. I didn't do the review for my physics test, or the stuff for my FST quiz. I didn't do the assignment for American Lit. II. I feel kind of bad about wasting the afternoon like that.
Strange how this is... the last few days I've been on a natural high, and then all of a sudden I'm into a low. It sucks. Takes my energy away. Takes my motivation to talk to him away. But I've been steeling myself up to do it for some time. I need to do it... but damn I just about forget why.

Fin.