xans: Xans (Sacrilige)
The Tiger


Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the Lamb, make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! Burning bight
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-William Blake

So I reorganised our DVDs again, in the purpose of ascertaining just which ones are copies or need replacing... disovered three are missing: Antz, King Arthur, and Babylon A.D. which I will ask Joe and Heaven about when they get back. I know I asked him to bring in all the DVDs from the sleepout but they may have missed some. Or Heaven may have leant them to her mum. Or we never did get Antz back from Chris and Tarns but I thought we did. Possible Heaven borrowed it for her little sister.

She keeps forgetting to bring back my Wild Bean thermal coffee mug, too. And I forget how many times I've asked about it. Really annoying, that. I don't like to nag.

My cat has been super smoochy today, I don't know why. Cute, except when I'm trying to do shit. Then she's just in the way.

People in this house seem to have an aversion to putting their trash in the rubbish bin. Gets super frustrating finding miscellaneous crap lying around that can be thrown out or recycled. I dread to think of the state of the sleepout (again). Alan just laughs when I give him a look for dropping his rubbish on the floor next to his side of the bed. Because he knows it gets on my nerves and before long I'll tidy it up. But, damnit... I'm not a neat freak, but I still dislike mess because people are too lazy to get up and throw their rubbish away.

And now of course Alan wants the computer since he just got home. I said no because I only just got on not that long ago. As he says, I've had all day to have my play on the computer, but that doesn't mean I've spent all day on the computer. So I sort of resent being asked to hop off when I haven't really done all that much on here yet. I can't wait for him to get his own box again and then we don't have to fight to share time on the one computer.

Anyway, best check my f-list and keep this short so he does get some time on here since he really wants it.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Opinion)
So, as I understand it, you fill out the wee meme questions, and based on the answers, describe your personal hell. Sounds like fun.

Yay )

Fin.

Rage

Jun. 18th, 2007 04:37 pm
xans: Xans (Merlin's Balls)
It's just a little thing, but, goddamnit... Eating the last of my nutella and then pretending you know nothing is just fucking low. I'd be less mad if you'd just fronted up about it, instead of pretending in a house with only three people that half a jar of nutella can disappear and I'm not gonna figure out who did it.

Also, really wishing I didn't go to bed when I did last night, because I missed out on a chance to watch Equilibrium again. I hadn't realised it was on after National Treasure. Damnit.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Boo Brady)
To all the people who are bitter about having no one for Valentines:

Shut up.

To all the people who DO have some special to celebrat Valentines:

I hope you romance the pants out of each other, and not just today.

As for me? Um, well, the 14th was yesterday, really. *cough* And I really couldn't care less. I never was one for celebrating all out. BUT thank you to the people who have wished me a happy Valentines and all that.

...someone remind me not to pick the cats up when I'm wearing a white top, less I know where the hell the lint brush is. *picks innefectively at cathairs*

Also, Poptarts In Atlantis. A popslash/Atlantis crossover. Weird, but funny. And some nice slashy sex, too.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Distressed Elf)
Went to a play-reading last night. That was interesting. Felt rather bad for Grant, 'cause it was his play...like, the first time it was being read by other people, and critiqued... I don't think I could do it, on the off chance I ever wrote a play. And then there was the... gah. It was really funny. Even if I hadn't been familiar with Fitz, Alex, and Enderby, I would have been laughing my arse off just the same.

I do understand that it does need to be cut, in order to fit into a certain length of time. And even that whole scenes could be dropped and others reduced. In some parts, it would improve the play, because good as it was, there were moments when my eyes were starting to glaze over. Still, it was awfully hard on Grant, having his baby poked and prodded and laid open like that.

And then there was this stupid, stupid thing... see, the whole point of the play is just that it's a comedy, something funny involving some of Grant's beloved characters from other media. But because it's a New Zealand play, it's like, they think there should be some deeper meaning/message/commentary that people are supposed to take away with them. Which is stupid. I like it best as merely a funny play, and sure it lightly touches on animal rights (two of the main characters are a bunny and a hedgehog, for gossakes), and politics (she runs for Prime Minister!*), but, ultimately, it's just a very funny play about a 2' tall evil cute pink bunny who not only makes ambitious plans but gets away with them. But of course that's just too simple for some idiotic literary snobbish pricks.

*This isn't particularly spoilery, since it happened in the comics which have been running for 13 years. In fact, many of the scenes and situations brought up in the play were familiar territory for anyone who's read Brunswick. But at the same time, it's a whole new media and story, like out of some parallel universe or something.

Anyway, I had a good time, and we went out for drinks after... ended up at the Sports Bar where Grant's flatmate's band Uncle Monkey... or was it Monkey's Uncle? Uncle Monkey. Anyway, they were performing. Quite good. They did this Cat Steven's song, and the guy singing sounded JUST like Cat Stevens. It was cool.

"We" being Grant, me, Amy that I met last Saturday, her cousin Daniel, and another friend of Grant's, Bret. It was interesting 'cause I discussed hair straightening with Daniel--he works at Whitcoull's, and he called them out when they said he could wear anything to work, even a dress, and he wears a dress to work... well, he's got quite curly hair and he's growing it out, but they won't let him wear the dress and also have long curly hair. So he's seeking advice concerning straightening his hair.

Bret is a big sci-fi fan, so I talked a lot about that with him, not to mention, he's seen Firefly and Serenity. We were laughing about some fandoms where we've never actually seen/read much of the original material, but through a sort of osmosis of being around fans, picked up a whole lot of information and such. Plus there was the sharing of stuff that I didn't know about, or he didn't know much about, that sort of thing.

Oh, I completely forgot to mention that I met Amy. Um, when I was over at Grant's on Saturday. We drank wine and ate cheese, and Amy came over for a bit. Nice girl, very Fitz-like. She's done some of the vocals for the animated version of Brunswick, including Fitz. After she'd left, I got to see Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time. Very amused. Much love for Tim Curry.

Yarr.

My Interests Collage! )
Create your own! Originally Written By [livejournal.com profile] ga_woo, Hosted and ReWritten by [livejournal.com profile] darkman424


Fin.
xans: Fangirl Squee (Squee)
1. Remind me to have a rant at some point about ill-fitting clothes. Also, a rant about positions of computer keyboards, monitors, mouses, and the proper height for desks/chairs.

2. Yes, it's my birthday. I am 21 now.

3. Mother Nature could have provided nicer weather, methinks. Even when I've been in the States in the middle of summer, there's been many a birthday I got rained on.

4. Thankfully this year, unlike several previous years, my body has NOT conspired against me to see to it that I am on the rag at this auspicious occasion. Am...grateful, I suppose.

5. Presents good. Having to wait 'til August for several of them? Not so good. Will survive.

6. Thank you, in advance, for any well wishes. A second thank you for well wishes already received.

7. That is all for now.

Fin.
xans: Xans (R/T ftw)
Take the quiz:
Which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle are You?


Donatello
You've been described as 'the brains' of your family or group of friends. You're the natural born, 'Mr. Fixit'. You're also considered the most reserved, preoccupied with your own little thoughts and ideas. But that doesn't mean you don't hang with your family and friends! But, you still find it easy to get lost in your own thoughts...daydreaming often. You'd rather talk things out than fight. You long for a day when there's nothing but peace in the world, and when you can finally rest with your own thoughts. Violence is something the world could completely live without. One of your labels may be, 'true to blue friend'. You're strong at heart and powerful at mind.

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Bus drivers here are mean. It's wet and cold and rainy and I'm flustered because they're fucking glaring at me when all I want is a little rid down to town and apparently can't even name my destination right. Mean sons of bitches.

Fin.

Grr, argh

May. 5th, 2006 03:28 pm
xans: Xans (Bitchplz)
I just ate maybe three hours ago. Why, oh why am I hungry again already? It happened this morning after breafkast as well. Why can't my stomach be satisfied with the food I give it? Argh.

Fin.

Fwah.

Mar. 29th, 2006 01:34 pm
xans: Xans (Bad guys)
Wtf? Lj just lost my entry. And the autosave got... four letters. WTF. I am pissed. I had a big long entry and it's LOST. Grrrrrrrr. Argh.

*sigh*

I talked in my sleep last night.

No. I whispered in my sleep. Same thing, though. I was having an intense dream, and I had my point to make. You stick by your mates. 'Cause they're your mates.

I was amused when I walked into the library today and sat down at a computer next to a girl who was reading an lj. I nearly spoke to her. <--I got to that line, and she spoke to me. She'd noticed when I went on lj. She'd been impressed that I didn't use netspeak when I typed. And then she spoke up then. I laughed. Didn't catch her name, but we had a good conversation.

Turns out she got into the habit, from her UK and US mates. She's from the UK, but been living here in NZ for ten years. Her mum's a kiwi. She still sounds like a Brit, a little bit. Like I sorta sound a bit American. We talked a bit about the travels we've had, and the dodgy people one can encounter.

Hopefully we'll run into each other again. She's nice.

I've been feeling quite good. It's a good day. [livejournal.com profile] get_medieval is a great comic, as I'm sure I've said before. Really made me laugh.

But last night, I was on the train home, and we'd almost reached my station when the guy sitting behind me tapped me on the shoulder. He handed me his monthly fare. (For the ignorant: train fares are bought either as a one way fare, 20% discounted ten-trip fare, or 40% discounted monthly fare. There's a certain price attached to each destination, e.g. the one way price to Petone, Ava, Woburn, or Waterloo is $3.50, and then the next few stations it's a bit more, up and and up to however much it is to Upper Hutt.) For this gentleman and I, our destination is the same, so he gave me his ticket to use for the rest of this month--yeah, yeah, that's only 'til Friday, but that's three days I don't have to use my ten-trip ticket, that can be used next week and thus, I save money. I thanked him profusely for that lovely bit of generosity.

After a fine meal, and an entertaining episode of House (can't wait 'til next week), I went on Catherine's computer to play a game. I don't go online on Catherine's comp, because they way it's set up, she's gotta log onto her account and sign online, and even then she only gets 150 hours a month. Anyway, playing board games on the comp. A little bit of Rummy Squares (Rummy Cub), and then some Yahtzee. Had my best game of Yahtzee ever. But the next couple of games, although I did quite well, right in the last round I got gypped and beaten by a handful of points. I hate it when that happens.

Had very intense dreams last night. Like the one where I spoke. Or the one in which I had a threesome with two guys. *blushes* Had a bit of a zomg moment when I remembered that one this morning.

Anywho, class will start soon so I'd best go. Fucking LJ losing my entry. Arghhhhh.

See ya 'round.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Default)
Should I ever have children (as I intend to) and should they ever discover my livejournal (god forbid), here's a post to make them go, "ewwww."

I go for walks and listen to music. Do it nearly every day. Otherwise, some days, I'd spend the entire day on the computer. Not good. I am wearing this skirt. A white tank top and a long sleeved mesh top. My hair is down. I was wearing my brown boots.

As I was walking, I was approached by a man, who told me I'm gorgeous. Yay. He offered me $100 for sex.

...

While I realise prostitution is legal in NZ, that's just... creepy. He was even willing to just pay me to sit there while he... *rolls eyes*

Gyahhhhh. *shudders*

Fin.

bloody hell

Feb. 6th, 2006 09:49 am
xans: Xans (Help)
I don't like today and it's not even ten o'clock.

I woke up this morning, put the dogs out, etc... went back to bed. Finally got up 'cause Buddy wouldn't stop whining to come back inside. Had to feed him and Truffles, and the cats, and make sure nobody stole anyone else's food.

Answered nature, and oh yeah, period started yesterday sometime around the time I sat down to watch Once Upon a Time in Mexico, so I go to the loo this morning and it looks like someone was murdered in my panties during the night. This is not a nice period. Maybe, maybe I have to put up with crime scene panties for just a few days, as opposed to the usual painter's visit that lasts a week.

Oh, and it's raining, and there's washing on the line. It's washing that was done last week, forgotten about and sat in the washer for days, so it had to be rewashed to get rid of the smell. *sigh*

I keep spilling milk. And I've yet to do dishes, which should probably be done before Dad and Suzy get back. And I want to get on Iain's computer because after watching Once Upon a Time in Mexico, I watched Silence of the Lambs (just as I sat down to eat dinner, and I'd never seen before, but ooh do I like it), and then Star Wars. And now I want to watch Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi. BUT his power button is finicky--you have to press it just right or it jams and the computer doesn't turn on. And all I seem to be doing is jamming it. It. Just. Won't. Turn. On.

I told you I don't like today.

Maybe something nice will happen to make it better, but I think that's just wishful thinking on my part.

Fin.
xans: Xans (prick)
Randomly checking my info page I noticed I'd been added by someone who failed to take note of my simply little request for people friending me (introduce yourself! Give us some common ground!) but I went and had a look...

It is so amazing how people react to being added by a serial adder. Some people get all up in arms. And they have to leave a comment saying as much. Someone has to point out just how the serial adder got all these usernames (in this case, [livejournal.com profile] tinygnoll simply added the first 751--yeah, I know, whiskey tango foxtrot liek whoa--people who have friended [livejournal.com profile] potterpuffs). Someone else has to say, they don't mind being added, oh, isn't this intro post interesting and can't wait to see more... And not to mention all the people agreeing or disagreeing with comments.

Oh, speaking of WTF moments... [livejournal.com profile] juliarchy you'll probably understand this best of all the paris folk... Judah. Fucking Judah found me on myspace. And added me on MSN. So... I talked to him. That was interesting. Surprising. Not unpleasant. Still, a bit WTF considering it's been years since we used to chat.

I am, as you can guess, still alive. I've been, once again, now I'm back to the unemployed state, playing a lot of Dungeon Siege. I swear every time I play a campaign through that I find some hidden or secret cache that I totally missed in previous runs. I still like it though. Plus Matt has got it, [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji has got it, and Matt was heavy on the hinting. Sooo... could be fun.

At the moment, though, am having another RP session with Matt for our WoT campaign. So, forgive me for keeping this short (I know you love superlong entries from me, [livejournal.com profile] diea!).

Fin.
xans: Xans (zombies)
Argh argh lj stop sending my lost comments! I want NEW comments, not old ones. Grrrr.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Psycho Bitch)
Okay, know I totally just updated. But I had to get this off my chest. I like [livejournal.com profile] wizzart. I really do. It's very funny. But the creator? Can't stand her. It's just... this entry. I mean, of course, BNF that she is, has a heapdom of fans, which boosts her ego liek whoa. Calls 'em her bitches even. So when she gets a couple detractors getting a little pissy... she has to lay the smackdown on their asses, and then go running to her fans to laugh about how she totally pwned them? And tell them to also give these girls hell, just not on the personal journals 'cause that's WRONG, yo? No.
Honestly. So, so funny for calling her an H/Hr fan to imply her idiocy. Oh wow. Hil-arrrrr-ious. See me roll on the floor laughing my royal ass off--oh wait, I'm not. And I mean, really, the whole mocking H/Hr shippers is overdone. It's not necessary to set out and prove how right you were with your shipping and shove your beliefs down everyone's throat and laugh at all the poor deluded H/Hr shippers. I mean, no matter how deluded someone was, getting all smug and, "Dude. You were so WRONG! Hahahahahahahaha you fuckin' idiot hahahahahahahah wrong wrong wrong wrong neener neener neener hahahahahahahahahaha dumbass!" is fucking stupid. The wrong people are already feeling like shit, no need to rub it in, yeah?
Got a problem with some dissatisfied folks? Deal with it quietly. That sort of attitude? Not on. I prefer humility in my BNFs. I like to be entertained. But this? Not entertaining at all.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Opinion)
I got into a bit of a cleaning frenzy today. For one thing, the dirty dishes in my room were starting to smell. So, I thought, I'll wash them. I take my pile out there, and there's a bunch of dirty dishes piled up already. I also know there's a bunch of dirty dishes lying around the common room. I had to fill the sink three times to clean them all. Then I dried them all and put them away in the cupboard--except for the plates and bowls that had accumulated from the dining hall. I stacked them with the food trays from the dining hall, and I took them back to the dining hall just before dinner.
Added to that, I did a bit of a clean-up of the common room. I picked up loose notices, old pamphlets, last month's Sky magazine, old cans and such (which, disgustingly enough, still had alcohol in them and had made a bit of a sticky mess on one of the tables). The general mess just totally got on my nerves today and I HAD to fix it. I was tempted to write a notice on the whiteboard requesting people not leave their dirty dishes lying around everywhere to attract flies and ants... but quel est le pointe? It won't change anything.
Elyshia thanked me for making an effort to clean the kitchen and stuff. No one else seemed to notice, or at least I didn't hear any of them commenting. (Ahhh, the one advantage of thin walls, is being able to overhear kitchen conversations... even though sometimes I wish I couldn't hear them.)
I checked, and discovered my library books are due back on Thursday. I've only got The Hobbit left unread. I panicked for a moment and thought it was Wednesday, 'cause I hadn't changed my sheets--but no, it's still only Tuesday. Phew. I really should vacuum my room as well.
I'm really tired, and I don't know why.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Opinion noted)
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.
xans: Xans (Black Sisters)
Okay, so, I live in a hall. It's a small hall. Only 12 of us, all girls. But I swear, most of them can be so uncivilised sometimes. They make the worst messes--or they have boys over who make worse messes and don't make them clean it up. There's always, like... this assumption that someone else will do it. No one ever seems willing to take responsibility, and when someone finally does there's usually little grattitude.

My other pet peeve is lights. At night before I go to bed, I end up going around the hall checking that all the doors are locked, and turning off extra lights. We don't turn off all the lights at night. That would be stupid. Someone could hurt themselves stumbling around in the pitch blackness of some places. At the same time, if people aren't up and about, there's little need for several of the lights. We don't need to be completely blinded if we have to make a midnight stumble to the bathroom, or to the kitchen for a drink/midnight snack.

There's three lights in the bathroom. One over the stalls, one over the sinks, and one over the showers. At night, I'll often turn off the middle one, over the sinks, because it's still possible to see what you're doing in the stalls and wash your hands in the lesser light coming from the showers. I don't know how many times I've come back later to find the middle one turned back on by whoever, for whatever reason. But honestly, I don't care if you turned it on so you could check your reflection in the mirror to see if any pimples have sprouted up. It doesn't need to stay on!

If everyone's off and gone to bed, I make sure the TV is off and turn the lights off in the common room. Hell, even if there's just no one in there and they're on, and people might come in later, I'll turn them off. Why waste? Particularly on Thursday or Saturday nights when people come back in the wee hours and end up in there having a snack and whatever else, being a roudy lot. (Poor Liz) But I get annoyed when I get up in the morning and come into the common room to find the lights on in a daylight filled room. It's wasteful.

Also, I will turn off a couple of the hallway lights. Certainly not all of them. But the one in the hall towards the bathroom and one of the doors out doesn't need to be on. One can see to walk it from the light coming from the bathroom. Or from the entrance hall--that one is always on. I'll also turn off the lights in the hall towards Annalise's, Elyshia's, and my rooms and the kitchen. Usually there's enough light from the entrance hall, and the kitchen light can act as a beacon if it's been left on.

But I hate it when people leave that one on as well. For one thing, the lights from the hall to the kitchen, and the kitchen light are both visible in the cracks of my door when I turn all my lights off at night. And I really prefer to sleep in utter darkness, or as close as I can get. As it is my curtains aren't blacklighters and lights from over by the dining hall filter through all the time. So, I'll usually turn the kitchen light off any time around midnight. But of course, someone will come along at 1 or something in want of a drink or snack and turn it back on. And leave it on. Or they'll come back from town and grab a bunch of food and leave it on. Pisses me off when no one's in the kitchen and it's on.

So anyway, I woke up at 5-ish this morning, all thirsty and stuff. So I got up and stumbled into the kitchen--the light was off and not blinding me, thank goodness--for a glass of water. And to fill my water bottle and put it in the fridge. Then my bladder asserted itself so I wandered into the bathroom, where, you guessed it, the middle light was on. So I turned that off on my way out. Then I thought that maybe I should check the common room where, yep, the lights were still blazing. I turned them off, and then I wrote a message on the white board complaining about extra lights being left on after everyone's gone to bed. I tried being optimistic--maybe it would have an effect.

When I got up later this morning there was this oh so lovely condescending reply. (I think Victoria wrote it) It was all about how last year someone broke their leg tumbling down the stairs so it was probably worth the extra 5c or whatever to leave the lights on. *fists clench* I had to take a very strong hold of the snark begging to be let loose and leave it with clarifying the lights in the common room and kitchen were the bone of contention. I'm pretty sure Elyshia then came along and erased the whole thing.

But honestly? Would have loved to write: Oh, aren't we a clever one now? Don't try being a smart ass with me: my snark beats yours 10 to 1. I seriously doubt someone will break a leg falling down the stairs because the lights in the common room and kitchen were turned off. Nor, I notice, do we need to see by ALL the lights in the bathroom during the wee hours--it totally wrecks the night vision. Half the lights in this place could be off when people are supposed to be sleeping, allowing the lights to last longer than if they're recklessly wasted.

Stupid cow.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Emoness)
So many Americans can be so stupid. (But not you. I like you.) "What language do they speak in New Zealand?" Proper English, motherfucker. "Does it snow in New Zealand?" We've got some of the best ski resorts in the Southern Hemisphere down on the South Island. C'mon. Just watch LoTR. That's all Kiwi-land, minus the Hobbit holes. Big snowy mountains, yes? But the king of stupid questions I've ever got was: "Do they have computers in New Zealand?" ...no. The industrial revolution never quite reached us and we got completely left behind. How did I get to the States? 6 months in a leaky boat.

Oh dear lord help us all. [livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t's little brother has got himself an el jay. And thus now we have [livejournal.com profile] leordric_kain. And yes, before you ask Ange, I will probably help him prettify up his lj just like I'll help with [livejournal.com profile] the_chief_80. At least Jas'n has an appropriate title: bitchings and whingings of a little girl. But why the hell has he added Alan Rickman's nose as an interest? There's 8 of us now. Bwahahaha, [livejournal.com profile] mikazuki has started something there.

Oh damn. Totally meant to get a bottle of water earlier. Ah well. Maybe when I go to see if there's any food left over. They're having a bit of a BBQ up here today. Plus the slip'n'slide. That is definitely not slip'n'bleed-from-the-anus.* But there was also Mr. Snow with free ice cream for us all. Good stuff. I'm not quite sure WHY they decided to have this little village party, but it's all good. I got to run around in my wings. Remember them?

*Yeah, Dane Cook is on my mind of late. It comes from finding a pic of him in my friend's magazine where he kissed Charlize Theron's ass on David Letterman or some such late night show. Charlize Theron is so hot. Dane Cook's not too shabby either.

*runs back to hall to grab water bottle* Oh, sweet, someone was smart enough to grab a platful of leftover sausages. Yum.

Okay, so way back when I got ahold of these super-cute kitty pics, I had an bit of an idea. They'd make lovely non-fandom FO banners. So, yeah, three kitten friends-only banners under the cut. Even though I'd hate to ever, EVER have to make my el jay FO. But some people, it's their journal, they're allowed.

Die from the cute, y'all. )

I've never read Pride and Prejudice. After torturing myself with Wuthering Heights, and having no love for Dracula or Frankenstein, I rather summararily decided the "Classics" are not for me. So I've not read any of the classics. But last night, after sitting with the girls and watching the Day After Tomorrow (intense movie, even though I've seen it before--remember that [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji?), Lisita, who just finished reading Pride and Prejudice, decided to watch the movie as she'd rented. And I thought, "What the hell? It's got Colin Firth. He's hot. I'll watch it with her."

Well I had Lisita explaining some of the characters to me so I got the basic idea. And I made some predictions about what was to happen. But I found it rather enjoyable even if I rather wanted to kill Mrs. Bennet and the Lady Catherine. And Mr. Collins. No, it was good. We laughed a lot. Perved Lizzie and Mr. Darcy all the way through liek whoa. Ended up not getting to bed until twenty to four in the morning. Haha.

I finished reading HHGTTG today. It was okay. But it didn't really appeal to me. I kind of had to force myself to finish it. It's no good if you have to force yourself to read it. The other two I read were kind of like that too. Everyone tells me if I like Pterry's humour then I should enjoy Adams, but, really, it doesn't appeal to me half as much. *shrugs* Not for everyone, eh?

Since I'm running around browsing my photobucket account, I'm just wondering if I ever shared this with my f-list? I remember posting it over at [livejournal.com profile] coejournals since it's LoTR related. And I left it in a comment over at [livejournal.com profile] ashinae since it was her comic genius that I put to the pics. But I can't remember if I posted it for everyone to enjoy. Y'all can now, I s'pose.

Another pretty picture. Some space anomaly known as the Eye of God. V. pretty at any rate. Lately I've become really, really fond of saying, "Wtf, mate?" like from that icon. Even if it's the Australians. Hidey-ho, neighbor. I want to get up to no good with some friends. Or play Sims 2. Because... yeah. Creative energy with no way out. I'm rambling, I know. *flees*

Fin.
xans: Xans (Emoness)
Fuck you, Victoria. You didn't even notice it was me there. I was just another body meaning an entire table for eight was taken. Fuck you and your clique-yness that you don't even see me.

I've never felt so underestimated and underappreciated by a group of people than I am by that lot. I hate them. I hate them! Gyargh!!!!!

Fin.

*rage*

Oct. 6th, 2005 07:02 pm
xans: Xans (Bullshit)
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.

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