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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.

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.

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.

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Fin.

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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.

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. 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.

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.

Argh argh lj stop sending my lost comments! I want NEW comments, not old ones. Grrrr.

Fin.

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.

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.

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.