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It's Oh So Quiet Bjiork

( lyrics )

'Cause I like 'em.

Off to Wellington soon. Will be around even less. Oh noes!

Life goes on.

I think, just possibly, I have a lot of books. Fucking heavy.

Speaking of swearing, "cunt" is such a fun word to say. CUNT. (I know you love it when I talk dirty. Ooooh yeah.)

Cut offs are fun, except when there's a bajillion flies around and I can't tell if the tickling on my legs is just the frayed bits, or a fly... There's a multitude of the bastards about, and they're fly spray resistant or something, 'cause they keep not dying in significant numbers.

CSI NY, Bones, Lost, and Invasion tonight. Unfortunately not on the same channel. 'Spose I can tape one channel and watch the other... or Ange will and we'll watch it tomorrow. Yep, going over to pandoras_evil_t's for a wine and movie, so likely we'll watch that too or she'll never get around to it.

Made a CD for my mum with these songs on it:

( I just love using the cut )

Fin.

Edited to add a couple memes, 'cause whiskey tango foxtrot

1) Does my username suit me?
2) Is my journal's title cryptic or descriptive? What do you think it means?
3) Does my journal expand your knowledge of me?
4) Do you think my bio describes me well?
5) Which of my interests surprises you the least?
6) Which of my interests surprises you the most?
7) Which of my interests needs explaining?
8) Which of my userpics suits me best?
9) Which of my userpics suits me least?
10) Which of my userpics needs explaining?

aaaand...

Ask me for "top five" lists of pretty much anything, and I will list you my top five of that thing or things.

All right, since either no one has seen or simply doesn't watch Stargate Atlantis and it remains the only unguessed one... my favorite character is Dr. Beckett. He's Scottish. The accent kills me dead. I love when he gets all passionate about his work, and how he tries dealing with having to play with the fine line of morals so often. He's also one of the few people who was born with the right genes to operate many of the Ancient's technology. So he gets to be special until they isolate the genes to inject everyone with them. Nyah.

"The person who posted the link to Candybar Dolls should be severly punished." ~wytch_sansmerci
*whistles innocently*

"I wonder if Captain Planet has green pubic hair..." ~ireth
*has nightmares from the images*

Well, actually, no I didn't. I had a dream with David Thewlis in it.
I was in my math class (it had to be, my math teacher was sitting on one of the desks) but Thewlis was teaching the class. I was not looking at him as I was afraid he'd disappear ...that, and every time I did look at him, he was looking at me and smirking (and I blushed SO red). The kids were being totally bad but Mr. O wasn't doing anything to discipline them, and Thewlis didn't seem to notice. And then--wierdest part--it's time go, and Thewlis starts singing. His singing voice wasn't all that great, but it wasn't the worst I've heard. And the song? Not even an actual song. I mean, I don't know the tune because it is one that came from Lord of Chaos, by Robert Jordan; part of the Wheel of Time series. (I have the words on hand. That is most likely why it was in the dream)

"We’ll drink the wine till the cup is dry,
and kiss the girls so they’ll not cry,
and toss the dice until we fly
to dance with Jak o’ the Shadows.

We’ll dance all night while the moon runs free,
and dandle the lasses upon our knee,
and then you’ll ride along with me,
to dance with Jak o’ the Shadows.

We’ll sing all night, and drink all day,
and on the girls we’ll spend our pay,
and when it’s gone, then we’ll away,
to dance with Jak o’ the Shadows.

There’re some delight in ale and wine,
and some in girls with ankles fine
but my delight, yes, always mine,
is to dance with Jak o’ the Shadows.

We’ll toss the dice however they fall,
and snuggle the girls be they short or tall,
then follow young Mat whenever he calls,
to dance with Jak o’ the Shadows."

The dream shifted after that and I was working in a lab for one of my science classes, and it was sooooo frustrating. I totally failed that class in the dream. No thanks to my annoying lab partner, who kept asking stupid questions of the instructer instead of doing the work and recording the results and being done on time! He also somewhere in his questions made some comment, I forget the exact words, but the implications were that he was doing all the work on his own, as if I was incompetent and not a good lab partner at all. I should have been mad. I should have ripped him a new one. But dream me was more focused and stressed about getting the work done and didn't react. Still failed the fucking assignment.
And then, later on in the dream it shifted the focus back on Thewlis. I was talking with some people (I don't know who) about David Thewlis and him having a puppy that was being all cute and how it made women fall for him. Because they'd be all, "OMG cute puppy licking his face and it's so adooooorable! *squee* *fangirl* *faint*" Had the most wonderful visual.

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Fin.

( NZ twelve days of Christmas )

So this is the must un-Christmasy feeling Christmas ever. We--no, I take that back--I decorated our Christmas tree. Yesterday. The day before Christmas.
Slept in until ten thirty this morning when Iain said I should get up so we could go over to Dad's. I was up maybe five minutes before he called to say he'd be around to pick us up on the way back from visiting his friend Carol. So I mucked around 'til then, talking to Kara-May and lazing in Iain's hammock.
So.
Presents.
Thankfully, my worst fear didn't come true: I'd told both Iain and Dad the title of a book and then worried they'd both buy it. Neither did. From dad I got a mobile phone (like I asked; it's soooo small but awesome), and make-up (again, I asked, since I brought none with me), for no reason whatsoever I got waterballoons, and he also got me a Canteen bandana. (Canteen = teens with cancer; an awareness/charity type thing) Iain got me this journal, and the reason it's so cool is the covers. They must be ceramic or something, but it's made to look like stone and there's a celtic design on the back piece and a bloody intricate and awesome looking dragon on the front cover.
Mum got me a crab decoration. And a pillow sign for my door... one side says, "The Princess is awake" and the other says, "Shhhh... the Princess is sleeping." She also got me a journal and a book centric to Leanne Womack's song "I Hope You Dance" (the book had the CD single in it, too). My aunt and uncle in Australia sent me lipstick. According to Iain it's a nice shade although I'm not partial to pink.
macjinx sent me stripey toe socks that are v. cute. *grins* And a homemade xmas card. Got one of those from peaseblossom03 as well that was cool. Art from miyumiyu and a card some time ago from Jess.
My best friend Andrea gave me a little Buddha charm, a fridge magnet that says, "If assholes could fly... this place would be an airport." She also gave me a book titled "To my Sister" and has all these inspirational quotes and the like. She and I are like sisters, though.
The biggest surprise was a brown paper bag containg things that used to belong to my dad's mum. There were two of those wall things that hold teaspoons. I saw those and went, "Great! I collect teaspoons!" "Do you?" Dad asked, and as I investigated further, found I also got a shoebox full of teaspoons. Fancy that.
And of course we got candy. Yum, chocolate. :D
Merry Christmas!



Fin.

Flight was all right. Food wasn't bad, for once. But I ate pop tarts instead of the offered breakfasts. Watched King Arthur. Didn't care to see any of the other in-flight movies. Played a lot of solitaire. Slept some. We got in at like six in the morning. Spent the whole day feeling like it should be later than it was.
The weather is nice. It's windy but it's not cold wind. I'm finding this a hard concept to adjust to since the winds in Washington were definitely cold. I just might be a little overdressed for a little bit. Everyone here seems to think it's not warm enough yet. *rolls eyes* They know nothing.
My brother has over $60 in change.
I need a mobile phone. I feel like part of the Megatokyo world because of that.
I had forgotten what our old cats looked like. Pearl is smaller and a paler gray than I remembered. Yoda is still pretty and stuff. It was funny that Buddy (Dad's poodle) didn't recognize me until I spoke. Otherwise I was just some stranger that showed up with Dad. Hehe.
Saw the flat I'll be staying at. Raided my brother's CDs.
I started telling him about how once driving home with Little Hen we'd been listening to the radio and heard this British guy rapping. We found it really weird and then absolutely hilarious when this guy went, "Once bitten forever smitten." That was the only thing I remembered about it.
It was more than enough for him to know exactly what song it was and who by. Turns out I've got another of his songs on a CD Iain made me. The Streets. Not nearly so bad then. Hehe.
Watched netball last night, and now rugby is on.
Can't believe I managed to time coming online right enough to catch Celien online. Go me!
Sorry if I'm a little incoherent. I'll stop now.

Fin.

When everybody is running in the big race
And having a good time
Who am I to cast a shadow
Who am I?
I looked Death in the face last night
I saw him in a mirror
And he simply smiled
He told me not to worry
He told me just to take my time

And if you come to me
And if you touch my hand
I might just slip away
I might just disappear
Who am I?
And if you think I'm worth it
And if you think it's not too late
We might start falling
If we don't try to hard
We might start falling in love

~Onigo Bongo “We close our eyes”


"Living in books is a fairly romantic notion, whether fictional or academic. You're so *dramatic*, Severus, with your dungeon and glares and monochromatic wardrobe and your other endless lines of defense. You're the tragic hero of your own drama. The sooner you acknowledge it's all a form of romanticism, the easier this will be."

So quickly the sky is becoming light. Just over an hour up, but when I finally gave up on the fantasy of sleep it was still dark. Any light was artificial, and too bright. But I couldn't sleep. So I sat and watched the news, and mum handed me her CSI book because, well, I like CSI and she does too. Maybe I will read it today, or maybe I will try to finish Faerie Wars first.
I donated blood on Tuesday, and I wasn't the one who felt nauseus. I find the sight of my blood sort of intriguing, and at the same time, scary. But it's fun to think that maybe there's some vampire out there making Capri Sun of my blood because, well, the pouches of blood make me think it must be so.
We're starting a trend, listing Alan Rickman's nose as an interest. That is, miyumiyu, bubblegumkid and I. Miyu was the first. But we're cool like that. But then, just the other night, I randomly titled an entry "I love his hooked beaky nose," and it just went from there.
I need to email Cathy because she wants to stay in touch. I need to email Brit because we want to do something next week. I'll get there. Eventually.
Passing time until I take a shower. Pretty myself up and pass the day restlessly. Chores are done, postcard for Shanny and CDs for Julia off in the mail sometime later today I guess. I worked on them last night.
I'm not sleeping well again. My dreams are vivid, for a while it seemed so real last night. I wake up because I'm too hot, too cold, too uncomfortable. I'm hungry, or thirsty, or my bladder lies and says it's full. I try not to stay up all hours, to keep out of that bad habit. I find myself up earlier and earlier as sleep shies away from me. I have no motivation.
Read, read, read. Lose myself in the words. Forget to write. Forget to speak. Forget about the world. Miss my friends. Fear of the future. It looms. I don't know what to do.
Speak, child.

"It's wonderful to have someone touch you again, isn't it? You don't realize how touch-starved you've become, until someone touches you. Maybe they don't even mean to, maybe they just brush their hand against yours as they pass by, but it's enough to set off the craving. It's enough to make you realize how long it's been since someone has touched you, even in just a casual, friendly way, and how much you want to be touched."

I crave a companion all of my own. No matter. In time.

Fin.

Ottava rima? Me? That can't be right!    Too frivolous? But tut, there's no such thing! Let others ponder thoughts of wrong and right,    Or sit and think how much they love the spring; I'd rather spend my time in gleeful spite,    Or maybe laugh, or maybe sit and sing. Besides, it might be fun to be inspiring - But surely it would get so very tiring. What Poetry Form Are You?

Take the quiz: "What do you love about making love?"

Lust
You are in it for the Lust. Its all about the passion and how good they are in bed. Though you aren't necessarily a woman/man whore, you know your way around the bedroom, be proud of that accomplisment! Godspeed!

My period just started, but I'm kind of horny. I think it has to do with the book I'm reading. It's called Snow White, Blood Red. It's a collection of fairy tales, sort of adaptions of the well known ones... anyway, the last couple ones I read were kind of erotic. In a sick and twisted way. Why couldn't I just get addicted to normal smut like those serial romances? Nooo, I have to have fantasy based stories, or slash, or screwed up fanfictions. Or it needs vampires. Vampires and sex is so... I don't know. I don't think I care to explore that further.
Ahhh, I like cherries. I think I need to complain, though. My choice of drinks is low. Water. Milk. Soda. Not much of a selection. Soda doesn't really hydrate. Water is plain. Too much milk is a bad thing. It does help get ibuprofin down though. Cherry Coke is nice though. I just want something tasy like juice. Speaking of which... need to check out Lynds' journal. Sorry, when I think juice, I think orange juice, and when I think of orange juice I think of Lynds. I miss her.
Am going to help Rhi for the rest of this week with little tykes. Fifteen five year olds to baby sit at vacation bible school. Oh woo, wee, yay! I'm going to die. Ah, well, what's to lose? My bad language, for sure.
And I get to see Brit tomorrow! I haven't seen her in a while. We haven't spoken often enough. It will be cool to hang out. Watch some movies, eat some food, listen to music, play games...? Who knows. It will be fun nonetheless.
Hmmm... need to trim nails...

My life goes on in endless song
above earth's lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.

Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear its music ringing,
it sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?

While though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth it liveth.
And though the darkness 'round me close,
songs in the night it giveth.

No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging.
Since love is lord of heaven and earth,
how can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble in their fear
and hear their death knell ringing,
when friends rejoice both far and near
how can I keep from singing?

In prison cell and dungeon vile
our thoughts to them are winging,
when friends by shame are undefiled
how can I keep from singing?

~Enya, "How can I keep from singing?" Shepherd Moons

Fin.

( You're right Rhi, not all of it was English )

I was flashed by Rhianna today. Did not expect that. And then she wanted me to check out the scratch on her breast that she got when swimming. I remained steadfastly staring out a window.
Also borrowing her two volumes of MegaTokyo comics. Sure, I've read them online, but this is a nice way to be able to sit up late at night comfy in bed and read said comics. It also doesn't take forever to load. Speaking of comics, RHI!!!!! The link to that one with the Flaming Prince, and the TechnoMage, and all that.
It's late, and I don't know that I'm going to stay up 'til one like I have been. It's that desire to watch Daria. *grins*

Fin.

First of all, I'm happy because LJ let me read and comment on Shanny's journal. It usually gives me an illegal operation. Secondly, I found Hen's Anime Style to be uncannily accurate, and then I got mine. This is it:

Generate your Anime Style by Jena-su
Name:
Hair:	Naturally multi-coloured.
Clothes:	Leather, belts, chains, bondage pants, collars, and tight shirts.
Powers:	Psychic powers
Special Features:	Wolf ears and tail
Sidekick:	Small fluffy animal that talks...usually too much.
Attitude:	Extremely smart, very quiet.
Weapon:	Over-sized paper fan.
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

Me? Think so? I do.
I finished two books today, and started two books today. Which means I finished Blackwood Farm, and started The Dragonslayer's Apprentice (took me one and a half periods to read it) and then I started A Wizard's First Rule. For that, I spent the first chapter wondering when Richard was going to do something about the thorn in his hand. I know it's going to come into play very shortly, but still. How does one just ignore the fact there's a thorn burrowing in one's hand? Because a pretty woman is being stalked? Oh me, oh my.
Yes, Biz, I cannot wait to read any and all torture scenes.
Ali did call earlier to ask me if I wanted to see the school play (Oliver) but alas, I'm flat broke. Also, mum's did the shopping and I'm the brawn that brings it all in. I don't mind. Instead I spent my afternoon unexpectedly watching Interview With the Vampire, simply because I couldn't remember what music videos were on the same disc as it, and how could I not watch it then?
Wow, I feel incredibly manic.
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset
You're manic or you're depressed
Sunrise, sunset
Will you ever be okay?
(I might be slightly off on the lyrics; I'm going on memory here, all right?)

"If I could have any job in the world I'd be a professional Cinderella." Girl, Interrupted.

I have no idol. I worship no one. I am the cause of your screams, the source of your nightmares, the fire on your soul, the...hey, why am I telling YOU all this? Now I shall be forced to kill you. Such a pity. ~part of a "quiz" in a girl's journal. Very amusing.

Fin.

THE SCOTSMAN'S KILT

A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

cho: Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by,
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
You see yon sleeping Scotsman who is young and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.

They crept up to the sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Then lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Ws nothing but what God had graced him with upon his birth

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
There was nothing there but what God gave upon his birth

They marveled for a moment then one said we'd best be gone
But let's leave a present for our friend before we move along
They took a blue silk ribbon and they tied it in a bow
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show

The Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward a tree
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
Then in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
He said, "Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won
first prize!"

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He said, "Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize!"

Fin.

This just pisses me off. Unlike most nights, I've waited until nearly seven before coming online. But once mum realized I was online, she told me to get off. Apparently we're expecting a call. For crying out loud, if he was going to call he would have called already! THAT's why I waited. But apparently I didn't wait long enough. But no, instead of telling me to get off so she could call him, it's wait until he calls.
No. I don't want to. I only get three hours when I can have free reign of the internet, and that's usually interrupted by dinner. She always kicks me off at nine, so this is cutting into my 'net time. But she never lets me cut into her 'net time. *snarls*
*sighs* But I'm still the child in this house, so I mush obey. Gah. I hate my mother sometimes. But heaven forbid I tell her to change. Heaven forbid I tell her she's wrong.
I mean, we've got this new house. And of all the things, there would be a day every couple of weeks where she would have me help her clean up the building site. *bangs head against the keyboard* It's a building site. It's SUPPOSED to be messy. Or, Gary's rule was that the windowsill in the living room be free and clear of itty bitty bits and ornaments. Less than a month in the house and there's one already there. I told mum Gary wanted none there. Her response, "Well, we just won't point it out to him then." I pointed it out to Gary. He moved it. She moved it back. When he noticed, he went to move it again, and she snapped at him. Told him it was the only thing she wanted on the window sill, because there it caught the light. It can't catch the light if it's up on a shelf.
Then, there's her organization of the kitchen. We have cupboards with glass in them so you can see into them, so what do I see in most of them? Her pretty special plates and glasses. All the food is in the fridge or the pantry, taking up more space than it needs to in there. We have these open shelves where I would think it proper to put the mugs as it's right above the coffee machine, but instead it's got all her recipe books (that she rarely touches) and more 'special' dishes. It's all very well and good to have them, but she's just not very practical at all. We have several kitchen gadgets that she almost never uses but was given or found at a bargain price.
That's the thing about her. She always goes for the bargain price. She doesn't look at brand names, she looks at price. Nevermind that sometimes, the good quality costs a few cents more. It took her nearly five years to realize the only chili con carne Gary wants is Nalley's Thick. She still can't get it right about the cheese sticks I like. Then there's cookies. Gary and I like one kind only: chocolate chip. Oh, wait, Oreos too. But she's always getting this or that one that's all cheaper and then sit in the cookie jar for two months before somebody dumps them out.
Gods, I remember how annoyed I was when we were moving stuff. I had to go through the food cabinets, and found so many things I had to throw away. Then there were all the canned goods. And, a lot of them were not only past their use by date, but they were cans NO ONE was ever going to use. We have a tonne of cans of chicken or beef broth that mum claims to eat but I have yet to see her do so. She once got a thing of lime jello that I wouldn't touch, she said she would, and then never did.
I could go on with her weird little quirks that get on my nerves. I abhor her collection of itty bitty bits, and her crafts. I mean, I have my itty bitty bits, and my little artistic enterprises, but... I try to keep to two or three topics and that's it. I only have one or two hobby/craft things. She has about ten different crafts (and many books about them), and every flat space has at least one of her little ornaments.
I think I've done enough.
In other news, one of my classmates told me I chose well with my crush. He really is quite good looking as well just fun to hang around with. Rhianna had to avoid looking at me after fifth when I was talking to him because she knew she'd just have a huge grin on her face.
Timed write in fifth period sucked. I'm sure I did okay, but it was just annoying.
*blinks and looks around* I wonder where my Diablo game is? I haven't seen it since a week before the move. I miss slaying demons with my saucy little Rogue.

I close my eyes and make a wish for
Inner peace and tranquillity inside
My mind I feel it's changing
Breaking down the defences of my heart
It's like a new adventure
And this is my life
No longer know the girl inside
The stranger in my mind

Delta Goodrem - Running Away

Fin.