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I just smooshed a gigantic spider with Marie Claire magazine and am now feeling murderers guilt. Also, my right foot is completely numb, I'm not entirely convinced that it's still attached at the ankle. Now we have the important stuff out of the way... Yesterday it rained. Quite a lot. Quite a lot translates to THATS IT, WE'RE LOSING EVERYTHING AGAIN! GRAB SPADES AND WELLIES AND DIG FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!! By about lunchtime, the water was knee-deep in the lane and halfway up the driveway. All public transport was cancelled, we couldn't get the cars out, and the electricity cables were sparking threateningly. Strangely, I didn't have a panic-attack until around 5pm, when our neighbour came round to tell us she'd stacked up the sofas and was 'abandoning ship.' I had a number of The Great Flood Of 2005 flashbacks (like watching the garden shed float past my bedroom window, and getting into a motorboat in our living room) and freaked out, throwing things onto worktops and shouting something about 'not going through all that crap again.' In actual fact, the house didn't flood; which I think is partly due to our (Lane Of Action) diversion tactics - sandbagging so it headed over the railway line (it was closed, obviously), and digging through into the rugby field to create a new flood plain. Probably more significantly, the riverbank had been reinforced with clay two years ago. Last time around, it had just crumbled, leaving us a metre or so under, but this time it held steady so we were fine. Not such good news for Morpeth though, where apparently around 200/300 homes and the town centre has gone. Is it selfish to think, thank fuck it's not us? The water issues were epecially annoying considering we were meant to be going to Newcastle that night to see Joseph and the amazing technicolour dreamcoat - actually the only reason I'm still here in Northumberland; and then we were driving up to Scotland the next day - today, in fact. Instead we watched the X Factor and I'm marooned here 'til Tuesday. Although that might be pretty good news seeing as one of my flatmates found a dead mouse in her bedroom today. Where? There on the stair! Where on the stair? Right there! I won't be happy until I seek out its nephew, break the sad news gently concerning his recently deceased uncle, and then fashion him a pair of wooden clogs from MDF. Song of the day - Northern Downpour - Panic! At The Disco, which helpfully shuffled onto Lily - my Mp3, mid panic-attack, providing a soundtrack to my madness. Lolcat of the day -  Quote of the day - (after Wossy analyses Howard as having....you can tell I didn't bother to rewatch this...schizophrenia, mania, and phases of bipolar disorder) Noel: I've been telling him that for years! Julian: I've been telling him that for years. Nice one. |
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There's something rather comforting about coming back home, even if its just for a few days. Somewhere in between The Archers and drying the dishes, whilst sitting in a comfortable chair with numb feet because the dog is crushing your toes, reading a book you've owned for approximately two hundred years, and listening to your Mum wandering round the garden singing "2 NIL, 2 NIL" to the tune of Swing Low, Sweet Chariot; I find myself thinking, well, this is nice. Also, bad news bears. The flat in Edinburgh has no telephone line, despite the fact the landlord is legally required to provide one; so we have to pay for installation upfront before they reimburse us. Then we can set about broadbanding up the flat. The whole process should take about a month, so it'll be internet cafes until then for me. No more porn reading :( I'm quite looking forward to the move apart from that, sorry I keep banging on about it. A friend of Cassies from Kansas (yes! A real, honest to goodness American!) is staying with us for a couple of weeks, because, poor thing, she was turfed out of her Au Pairs job in Switzerland when she dared to complain at being treated like a slave. What a nice welcome to Europe that must have been for her, and she was supposed to be staying for a year aswell. So, we're throwing a Kansas-themed flat-warming party in her honour that I'm VERY VERY excited about. Yee-haw, and all that shiz. Oh! I also hear there's going to be a Boosh Book signing. Am there with bells on. Song of the day - Dreaming of you - The Coral. So addictive. Lolcat of the day -  Quote of the day - David Mitchell (I think) on Sting: "Why would he call him Gordon? It's only his name! Nouns aren't good enough for Sting, are they? He had to take a verb!"
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The store room |
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In nine hours time I'm leaving for Edinburgh. I think this news deserves a keyboard smash:
EGWFOG;SEFGIBLCIAEGOF09WEFCBLKC:Afw[]fnsavcliefp9wpjfaiqknrwefpiayAD;NNQ;EWQHIFHCFPHIAQWIPHSAIHPSIAP Smashing!
There, feeling a little bit calmer now! Am at bursting point, I've only got an hour to pack and half the contents of my room have to be squashed into one smallish suitcase. Also, I can't believe, after months of waiting, that this is finally happening. I'm moving out (sort of, over the next few weeks anyway) and seeing the festival which I've always dreamed of visiting; and I get to see Sinead sing with her band instead of just on Singstar whilst I drown her out with drunken warbling! Eek!!!
Had a brilliant bon voyage night yesterday (though thats a bit of an excuse as am back in Lancs for a few more days by Monday evening) in Hustle - the worlds finest shooter bar, where we danced to Thriller and had lime-eating competitions, as you do. Then rounded it off tonight with a visit to The Friary - the worlds finest ex-holy restaurant/bar which has been done up to gawping type standards - there are murals all over the walls and windows, bottles hanging from the ceiling, the stools have been covered in velvet and the toilets deserve me going back next week to take photos of them - pink leather angel wings on the walls! Glittery raspberry sinks! Its a kitsch-lovers dream :D
Talking of kitsch, If anyone felt like buying me this wonderful slice of history, I'd love them for ever and ever.
Oh, I adore it. *puppy eyes*
So ARGH! I guess my new life starts here! Lets hope I dont cock it up before its started and manage to set the place on fire on the first night. Wish me luck folks :s
Song of the day - Thriller by Michael Jackson.
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Quote of the day - Frankie Boyles entire animals spiel on Mock The Week tonight. It was so far past inappropriate that the programme came with a Frankie warning e.g. "How about shagging an owl? Whatever position you take it from you can keep eye contact"
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(Painfully Early) Morning Folks! Well it's midway through Hobos Fortnight Of Fun, as Jai termed it, and I've spent most of this precious last few days in Lancs holed up in the living room glued to the TV. Damn our unexpected success (apart from in the athletics but lets put that particular failure to one side for now; as Dara O'Brien put it when Adam Hills started poking fun at the British Team - "They're kicking your arses in dancing horses and tiny yachts.") Hell yes we are! Not forgetting pedalling in a circle! I'm wishing Phelps the best of luck in getting those eight medals (though he may have already done it, I don't know what time his last race was) as it's an incredible achievement. One of those achievements that makes you think - Ah, I've wasted my life. Am still feeling incredibly sick after yesterdays experience - a day trip to Morecambe. I'm going to pretend it wasn't my own foolish idea in the first place. I've never seen rain like it, and neither had my flip flops or broken umbrella. We ended up walking for about an hour from the bowling alley to find a bus home, when I got in, I had to wring out my feet. The beach isn't as much of a dive as it could be though, got to love the feeling of sand between the toesies, and the statue of Eric Morecambe is sheer tack personified. He has flashy blue chaser lights upon and surrouding his person! They could have added some tasteful illuminating fairy lights like there is further down the monument (this things sapping half the electricity supply of Lancashire) but no! That wouldn't be in keeping at all with the seafront! Better opt for the epilepsy-inducing laser show instead. Finally we've booked train tickets for Edinburgh next week, as well as somefor a mates show. We were going to order more online but my debit card's looking a little forlorn after all that spending and I think we'll just be grabbing a programme and trying to squeeze in as many free shows as possible! Sounds like there'll be plenty about. I'm freaking out about the whole thing really - got to coordinate flat cleaning/organising with friends who haven't met each other before and very probably wont get on, as well as the fringe itself, which I've never been to, in a city I don't really know my way round. It'll be an experience to say the least! Song of the Day - I Want You To Want Me - Letters To Cleo. Been a-desiring this tune for ages, now I've somehow got three of their albums. Anyone fancy any LTC songs?! Lolcat of the day -  Quote of the day - "There is no charge for awesomeness" - We slightly watched Kung Fu Panda the other night. I'm not ashamed to say, it's a work of complete genius.
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Going For Gold...en Grahames. |
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That new Gabriella Cilmi song. Still no clue how to pronounce her surname. | |
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Hiya everyone, got my results Wednesday and by some miracle, managed to steal a 2:1. I'm so pleased, for all my friends and flatmates who have done equally well as much as for myself. I'm just sad we all have to leave in a few days, so am making up for it by barely leaving their sight! Quick meme though, because it's an interesting one... The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed. Well let's see. 1) Look at the list and bold those you have read. 2) Italicise those you intend to read. 3) Underline the books you LOVE, or strikeout the books you read but didn't like. 4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read only 6 or less and make them read. 1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien 2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman 4. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams 5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling
6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
7.Winnie The Pooh, AA Milne
8. Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell
9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis
10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë 11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller Tried and tried and just couldn't get to grips with it. 12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë 13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks 14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier 15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens 18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott 19. Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres 20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy 21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell 22. Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling
23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling
24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling 25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
26. Tess Of The D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy
27. Middlemarch, George Eliot 28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving 29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck 30. Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson 32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez 33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett 34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens 35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl 36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute 38. Persuasion, Jane Austen 39. Dune, Frank Herbert 40. Emma, Jane Austen 41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery 42. Watership Down, Richard Adams One of my all-time favourite books. 43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald 44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas 45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
46. Animal Farm, George Orwell 47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens 48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy 49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian 50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher 51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett 52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck
53. The Stand, Stephen King 54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy 55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth 56. The BFG, Roald Dahl 57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome
58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell 59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer
60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky 61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman 62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden 63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens 64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough 65. Mort, Terry Pratchett Don't like Terry Pratchett 66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton 67. The Magus, John Fowles 68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman 69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett 70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding
71. Perfume, Patrick Süskind 72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell 73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett 74. Matilda, Roald Dahl
75. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding 76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt 77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins 78. Ulysses, James Joyce 79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens 80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson 81. The Twits, Roald Dahl 82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith 83. Holes, Louis Sachar 84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake 85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy 86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson 87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley 88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons 89. Magician, Raymond E Feist 90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac 91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo 92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel 93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett 94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho 95. Katherine, Anya Seton 96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer 97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez 98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson
99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot 100. Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie 43 out of 100. If you've only read 6 of these, I judge you. Still got over halfway to go though, which is an exciting prospect! Actually, I just bought a murder mystery called The Savage Garden, because I wanted to try something different. Might try some Stephen King next. Has anybody read any? If so, which would you recommend? Signing off, with a sloppy kiss X
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The fact that Queer As Folk teeters on the edge of gloriously shite just makes me love it more. Once RTD leaves Doctor Who I'm going to bribe him into making another series. This time, with aliens. Lol. Well hallo. Yesterday I received the frankly shocking news that I hadn't, as I'd predicted, failed my dissertation, but provisionally got a perfectly healthy 2:1. No idea how this happened. I didn't even write a first draft, for gads sakes. So either I'm blessed, or the marker went temporarily insane. I suppose they might have felt obliged to give me a good mark because I'd written about disabled children? That was my original plan - hit them where it hurts - right in the conscience. So, wheeeeeee after that news I danced on air for the rest of the day and swept my flatmates along to the shooter bar, where we probably tried everything on the menu. I remain firm in my belief that Tabasco is not for drinking, it is for setting fire to things. This is what happened...  Lol, Div. No idea how we even lugged that thing up four flights of stairs. All I know is that it looks a helluva lot bigger in our tiny living room; and that I am ashamed. What a disgustingly studenty thing to do. Not a clue where the hat came from, or where my keys are either. Lets just label this episode Reason Why I Shouldn't Drink #659919999302 and move on. If anyone wants a quick and mostly fun way to make a very small amount of money, you don't need to leave the house and seek a pimp, go and judge some music on slicethepie.com, its free to sign up, and you receive the princely total of 3p for every song you rate. It does go up after a while though, my friend is well on the way to minimum wage. Not that its something you'd want to do for 9 hours a day mind. Hope everyone is having a fantastic week, I'm off to Manchester tomorrow to shop, visit the body worlds exhibition, and see Simon Amstell on Sunday. I really cant wait, this whole Edinburgh fiasco has made June into a pretty stressful month so far! Song of the day - Oxford Comma - Vampire Weekend. So inventive and fresh. Lolcat of the day -  Quote of the day - "I may look happy to you, but that's because I'm limited to a very few facial expressions. I'm actually tormented by jealousy and rage." (from Queen Camilla by Sue Townsend. This book is currently my entire life.) |
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So, Eurovision time has rolled around once more. I shall be there, seeing as I'll be at home tonight - all alone, with my brain slowly disintegrating. What annoys me is that we're forced to sit through acres of dirgy Eastern European ballads in order to wait for the intermittent camp-fests that make Eurovision so great. That, and Wogans commentary. Following a discussion with a friend about the themes of most songs being about either Love or Loss, and how we wish there were more about EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE UNIVERSE we decided to pen our own Eurovision entry under the provisional name of Hobo and The Pepperpots. Here's how the creative meeting went... Becky: Well we have to write about something thats relevant to all countries in Europe....what do they have in Europe? Me: ....bread. Three days later, she bounced up to me and produced the wonder(loaf) that is imaginatively titled,,,, The b-side is about being stuck in a lift with a giant hobnob, and then eaten by said hobnob, but thats still in pre-production. In other news, I'm very excited about this Tuesday, because I'm meeting a friend for lunch who I haven't seen in a year, seeing as shes been swanning around Kansas (and NY, and SF, and Chicago) living the high life. So I can question her all about the American adventures! And we can finally start looking for flats in Edinburgh. Can't wait to get the ball rolling! It's going to be a great weekend kids, once I get over this hangover. An epic night was had by all. Lolcat of the day -  Song of that day - Walking on Sunshine - Katrina & The Waves. Quote of the day - "Don't you wish there was a knob on the TV to turn up the intelligence? There's one marked 'brightness' but that doesn't work." |
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You have to see it, I don't think I stopped laughing for more than two minutes. And things just became more amusing towards the end. I'd love to discuss it in tremendously lolsworthy detail, but seeing as the thing only came out today, better not.
Anyway, hi everybody! *waves* Remember me? I finished my exams Tuesday evening, and its all been a bit of a blur since then. Not an alcoholic blur, sadly, but a catching-up-on-much-needed-sleep sort of blur. My mood since finishing has been bouncing violently between FREEDOM! I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT! I CAN GO ANYWHERE! I'M GOING TO....LEARN FRENCH AND RUN A BREAD SHOP IN NICE! and SHIT! ONLY GOT MY LIFE PLANNED UP UNTIL NEXT TUESDAY. Its pretty daunting really, being unceremoniously expelled from the education system I've been comfortably nestled in for the vast majority of my life, without a lifebelt.
So I handled it as any sensible person would - hysterical crying fits, Sangria, and rash spending on a mass scale. But mostly in charity shops, so thats morally OK right?! Oh dear, eyelids letting me down again, I'll write a proper post tomorrow with all manner of special features, and start catching up with the flist's goings-on. That should take up the majority of the day I should be spending drawing up a new CV.
But it's mighty fine to be back :)
Lolcat of the day (a Sociology tribute) -  I'll miss you, Messrs Marx, Durkheim, Weber and Bourdieu.
Song of the day - Smoke Baby - Hawksley Workman. I want his albums NOW. Curse you, empty bank account.
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Neverland |
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Paperback Writer - The Beatles | |
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The Ting Tings - That's Not My Name
I love this song, especially the irony that no-one (that I've talked to about it at least), knows what the girls name actually is. I'd post the video, except youtube isn't working for me, and myspace videos won't post for some reason either. I just want to scream at technology sometimes.
If I was a Crayola right now, I think my name would be something along the lines of 'Radioactive Red.' I also managed to contract a small amount of sunstroke (at least, we think thats what it was) and so lost an entire day alternating raving madly in my bed and passing out on the bathroom floor. I'm considering moving out to Alaska, seeing as sunshine does obviously not agree with me!
Four days since I last posted? A disgrace. This is mainly because I had the exam from utter hell on Tuesday, and I've been trying to make up for it in revision terms ever since. It was one of those times where I took one look at the question paper and my brain was screaming SHIT NO SHIT - CAN'T DO - FIND NEAREST ESCAPE ROUTE, then I took a second look and realised I could in fact do some of the questions passably, but by that point all the knowledge I'd memorised had been scared away. I have the feeling I may aswell write off that particular course completely, and focus upon Europe, which I seem to find (unlike most of my friends) fairly easy to remember. It's just dates and facts which are ultimately uncomplicated, and I can put my own spin on at the end, rather than the ramblings of historical genii who I can't possibly hope to understand!
Oh, it's also Couples Weekend in the flat, so expect much moaning over my single status! I dont mean to be bitter about it, and really, thinking about it objectively, I'm happy as I am. It's just when I only encounter people in pairs, it becomes a little noticeable and wearing.
Anyway, that was BORING. After this week is over, my posts are going to be ultimately more readable and less depressing. At least 20% less depressing guaranteed, or your money back.
Lolcat of the day - 
Song of the day - Handsfree (If you hold my hand) - Sonny J. Thanks ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) faeriequeen |
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So, Hi there. I've spent a wholly unproductive afternoon trying and failing to capture Russell Brand in charcoal. Oh hairy one, why do you elude me?! I'd post shitty pictures I've drawn more often if my scanner wasn't so abysmal *kicks scanner* It doesn't look anything like this really. Apologies!  What can we learn from this? For a start - never try close-ups! He looks evil. Secondly, I always forget chins. Also, try to avoid wearing nice dresses whilst using charcoal. Thats the third outfit I've ruined in two days (had a slight accident with a chocolate ice cream, and orange juice, and then a touch of Cajun sauce for good measure yesterday.) Might have a go at penning Booshy faces tomorrow, I'm sure this can be considered revision...somehow. Oh, and I'm busy working on the Abba post, found out a lot of interesting facts about them actually, as well as some STONKING pictures :D Song of the day - Business Time - FOTC. I only just heard the full album version the other day. It's hysterical.
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Humidity Central |
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Medicine Man - The Hush Sound | |
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So much for April showers, summer has erupted across Lancaster today. I'm wearing flip flops. Yes, actual sandals, and whats more, my feet still feel warm and sun-kissed! There's something a bit wrong about this actually. A few weeks ago we had snow (at the end of MARCH? wtf) and now blazing sunshine. The seasons appear to be intermingling at will. The sad thing is, I remember the days when summer was one long slideshow of blue skies, and winter was always frosty and crunchy underfoot. As I remember, it even used to rain for days at a time. That never happens now, it rains rarely (whatever people say) and even then is barely more than on-off drizzle; summers are mild but never boiling; and winter no longer really exists. Everythings merging into one. I can SEE this happening, how can any government deny that global warming is a threat?
Progress on the dissertation 'o doom = Zero. Biscuits eaten = 56. Continue like this much longer and I shall actually transform into a biscuit. Fingers crossed for the jammy dodger.
By the way, anyone hear that they are banning Battenburg and Mushy Peas due to their over-abundance of those satanic e-numbers? This rankles me. I've never heard of anyone keeling over from Battenburg-poisoning before, so it must be in quantities safe enough to consume. Yet things that are almost pure lard, eg. Deep Fried Mars bars, are let off the hook? Let's ban everything! Let's ban going outside, it may result in exposure to UV rays and cause INSTANT DEATH.
Argh, country.
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Mid-August |
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Don't Look Back Into The Sun - The Libertines | |
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Watched Ten Things You Didn't Know About Volcanoes tonight, and I wish the Beeb had kept them to themselves. Really, there was a reason why I shouldn't have known these things, because now I'll never sleep for fear of nightmares about pyroclastic explosions, 15 mile high clouds, sides of mountains being blasted apart and lava bubbling all over the shop. I already kind of knew about Yellowstone from Bill Bryson, but its terrifying to think, that THING is bubbling away quite suspiciously, its due an explosion that will most likely wipe out North America and plunge the rest of the world into constant winter and famine, and people are going there on HOLIDAY? wtf?! It also baffled me how much camera footage there was of pyroclastic clouds and suchlike. They hurtle towards you at 300 mph! At that point Im sure my first thought wouldn't be, better whip out the old cameraphone to show the grandkiddies, I'd be thinking YUYDUYUYDUDUIJJJK...RUN! In other news, what do you do with a depressed Labrador? Are there doggy anti-depressants on the market? Becky's still not happy about the arrival of happy-go-lucky Pippa the puppy and now refuses to leave her bed for anything less than a handful of grapes (she's got an odd thing for fruit.) I'm worried about her. Song of the day - Under The Weather - KT Tunstall. I like KT, even if I keep getting her new album confused with Elton Johns old one of the remarkably similar name... |
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I am extremely sick of my friends page being spammed by American Eddie Izzard fans all going " I HAS TICKETS for *insert faraway place name here* " for weeks and weeks on end. Firstly, couldn't they just stick it all in one thread? Its not like anyone could comment beyond 'Well done you, you clever moose.' Secondly, I'm jealous okay, pathetically green with envy! Nobody wants to be reminded what they can't have/ go and have a good laugh at. So the logical thing to do would be to stop watching the damn community, but people post funny little videos, or to go and see whether he's coming to London any time this year. Except I don't want to be disappointed! *Is trapped in a vicious circle of bitterness* And I don't even LIKE The Riches. *grumbles* Okay, maybe my reaction is a little OTT. That might have something to do with the fact I have 4,500 words to write by Thursday. Even more if I get bitten by the fanfic bug. This is one time I really wish my printer and 'o' key wern't both absolutely buggered!
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Doomsville |
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Creepin' Up The Backstairs - The Fratellis | |
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