I just won Beyonce tickets! How exciting! *bounces* I'm in the rafters, but considering that on Monday's Beyonce concert THEY PUT ME BEHIND A CURTAIN!!! it's probably going to be a better view.

And ugh, it annoys me sometimes that con guests have exclusivity agreements (probably? I know some do) with organisers. With people like Starfury it's not so bad, because they run excellent events. But if I want to see Supernatural I have to put myself through a weekend of torture that I probably won't even enjoy. Every staff member I've spoken to at Asylum has been rude, there's too many people, it's disorganised as hell, ugh, and it doesn't sound like they're learning from it. I'm hoping the planned European one lives up to the title of 'Asylum' less than the British ones so far. Do I even take the chance? I hated the first one. They actually deliberately locked me in the hall when I had to leave for my train. I felt like I was auditioning for a concentration camp.

Expo is another one that pisses me off to no end. The staff are even worse. I don't think there's a guest in this universe that can make me go there, but I'm willing to be proved wrong.

This time tomorrow I will have submitted my very last assignment at uni. All I feel is overwhelming relief, and desperation for it to be over with. I had a great time here, but after my fourth year of studying, which came after 15 years of full time study before that, MY GOD, I NEED THE BREAK! Four months. Four months of doing nothing but writing stories, going skating, and scraping for pennies.

I have to go to uni to submit this and print off some more stuff that I need in less than 7 hours... I need to sleep.

If anyone is interested in discount designer gear for men or women priced at up to 80% off retail price, try Gilt Groupe here. That should give you my invite code so you don't have to wait.

I've got some really amazing clothes from there, especially Marc Jacobs!

Step 1: Put your iTunes on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Let everyone guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Upload the songs when someone asks for it
Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!



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Stole this from Kail!

List the first ten series/movies/books that come to mind. Your friends will comment with the character from each series/movie/book that they think you are most like. Remember this is who I'm most like, not favorites!

1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
2. Firefly
3. Dollhouse (I'm seeing a pattern! LMAO)
4. Supernatural
5. Heroes
6. Dark Angel
7. Sarah Connor Chronicles
8. Pushing Daisies
9. Harry Potter
10. Charmed

Stole this from Roli and Nicole, who stole it from people who stole it from people!

- Pick up to fifteen OTPs.
- Describe them in fifteen words or less.
- Have your friends guess the OTP.

( Never mind, you were too slow! )

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I slept for 4 hours then woke up to go to the travelodge room sale. I spent 50 minutes slowly waiting for every page to load, pulling my hair out as I did. I got to the confirmation page... and it took so long to load that it rejected me and pushed me back out to the queue so now I have to go through it all again and akuHAIUDHASILDUASHLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Does anybody still know how to do a side layout? I want to know how to put THIS pic as a side background pic and have my blog posts on the other side of the screen. Either I forgot how to do that or LJ has changed dramatically in the last three years or so - probably both.

So yeah, anyone got a clue?

It's pathetic how much this bothers me.

IT'S GRAVITY, NOT GRAVIDY! AND WHEN YOU'RE ENGLISH, KERRY ELLIS, YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE FOR FORGETTING HOW TO PRONOUNCE THE LETTER T. EVEN IF YOU ARE ON BROADWAY.

My icon expresses my opinion perfectly.

So I was at school today, trying to help a Year 7 (age 11) pupil with basic maths. 29 + 34. Should be easy even for an 11 year old, right? Yeah. Except another teacher walked in, happened to look at the sheet.

Her response?

"I can't add things. I'd need a piece of paper to work it out on."

IT'S BASIC MATHS, YOU DUMB BINT! How can anyone not add 29 + 34 and still qualify as a teacher?!

Then I looked at the numeracy test that you have to take for teaching. Many people have to take it ten or more times because it's "SO INCREDIBLY HARD!"

Yeah. The entire thing is about fractions and percentages. AND YOU CAN USE A CALCULATOR!

If I failed that, I'd have to shoot myself (after making the gun with my incredible skills) for being such a thick shit.

I've come to the conclusion that people take me seriously. I know, me. Weird.

Whenever I have an argument, there's always 20 people who start screeching at me and calling me an idiot for insulting their sensibilities. Then there's one who just goes randomly off topic with me and then I end up friends with.

To those rare people on my friends list who don't think my every word means I believe in an impending apocalypse - I salute you!

I can't decide whether to cry, scream, kick something, or do all three at once to a person. Maybe several persons. I've been coming to uni of my own free will at 7:50am every day, getting up at 6, and all of this because I want the help that I've been TOLD I can get if I turn up and ask for it. It's due on Monday. I've been sitting here for three hours waiting for the help that's never coming, and while I'm sitting here for three hours doing sweet fuck all and then spending another hour and a half travelling home (and PAYING FOR IT), I can't do my project that's due on Friday either. And because I've been getting up at six in the fucking morning for this, I'm tired, and getting snappy, and that makes me REALLY PISSED OFF when there's actually something worth being pissed off about to begin with.

I'm SO frustrated and ANGRY! Because I'm going to fail if I don't get this help. I can handle failing because I was a lazy bitch who couldn't be bothered to get up and do work. I can't handle failing because I devotedly got up at 6am every day and came in to do work and sat there for hours but couldn't get any fucking HELP despite there being FIVE PEOPLE!!! who run this course. It's worse still because I think I might do well in my other modules, but it doesn't matter how well I do in them because this is a two-semester spanning core module and if I don't pass this I can't even do my second year.

*kicks, screams and cries*

Wooohoo! So I have a shiny new computer and I'm setting it up right now *bounces* LOL me and mum spent like 15 minutes hiding behind the desk while trying to get the power to come on. It took some particular force to get the cable pushed in enough that it actually connected!

This is my way of justifying having a night off from work *coughs* Although actually I'm not actually having a night off. Nope, nope. I'm actually going to work on my animatronics and finalise the idea. I AM! *staples it to forehead*

Holy shit, that was awesome!

The whole room started shaking and things started wobbling and there was a really loud crack and a bang from somewhere in the house. It's England, we don't usually get earthquakes here, so my immediate thought was "OMG, THE HOUSE IS FALLING DOWN!"

I was freaked out at first but when I found out it was an earthquake, got incredibly excited. I always wanted to know what an earthquake feels like!

Seismologists have reported 4.7, 4.9 and 5.3 magnitude, so we'll see which one is correct in the morning!

For now, I have to figure out how to become less hyperactive so that I can SLEEP!

I'm SO pissed off right now! Again.

So, at the weekend I had cold/flu symptoms - normal stuff, sniffles, aches, tiredness, fever, and all that. I was FINE by Monday afternoon (kinda redefined '24 hour bug', actually), but I lost my voice COMPLETELY on Monday. I have a bit of a cough but nothing major. Weird thing is I don't have ANY throat pain at all, no sore throat, and I can eat like a horse without it bothering me.

I never considered myself someone who needs to talk. In fact, I hate talking out loud. I avoid phone calls unless I absolutely, ABSOLUTELY cannot do business in any other way, and I'm not a particularly talkative person unless I've got a particular bee in my bonnet over something, at which point I can go for hours. So, I never thought it'd bother me to lose my voice. It does. Three days and counting, and I'm getting EXTREMELY frustrated at my inability to speak louder than a whisper (a quiet one at that), particularly because I live with people who have hearing difficulties and can't HEAR a quiet whisper.

So, I decided I'm going to the doctor on Friday. No problem - except I need a freaking translator. How am I supposed to tell the doctor what the problem is if I can't SPEAK? No problem there, either. I'll just ask mum and either she can come with me or she can ask nana to go with me. WRONG! I asked her, with the loudest whisper I could manage, repeatedly, and with gestures, to get onto MSN so that I can ask her. Ha. No. She doesn't "feel like it". Thanks. That's SO FUCKING HELPFUL.

And then she'll walk around the house trying to be supermum by going "aww, poor baby, poor baby hasn't got a voice, awww, poor baby". If you really care, woman - GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES to TELL YOU how to help!

EDIT: Straight after I posted that, she came in and told me that "between you and your grandad" (who is inconsiderate enough to currently being in hospital fighting cancer. what a bastard!) "you're making things SO difficult!" in this really pissy tone. I whispered a sarcastic "SO sorry!" to her and she yelled "I CAN'T COPE WITH THIS ANYMORE!" and ran out of my room and slammed the door. Yeah, thanks. Never mind the people who are ACTUALLY suffering, just worry about yourself.

I'm SO pissed off right now.

They arranged for a priest to come and bless the house because it's new. I asked them to not let him do my room. They refused, so now I'm going to have voodoo shit performed all over my nice, cosy new room, which from now on I'm going to feel completely creeped out and uncomfortable in.

Worse, I have to get up at 10am for it (after getting to sleep at like 5am).

I was planning on going shopping while they do it so I don't have to be around while they do that shit. No, that's bad of me, and mum emotionally blackmailed me into staying and being involved because I "don't love" my sick grandad if I don't.

When I looked unhappy with it she started yelling at me for being selfish, and when I confronted her saying that I don't like having a religion that I *HATE* forced on me, she just yelled at me and called me an immature brat.

So now I'm sitting here on 5 hours sleep with no breakfast, because there wasn't time to get breakfast in between the arguing, waiting for one of the people I despise most in the world from the religion I despise most in the world to come and do religious shit in my bedroom. And I have to smile.

I don't even think I can physically do that.

No major updates to make other than to say hey, and life is good!

I met Marion in London on Saturday/Sunday last week and she was a true tourist :D

Have nothing else to do until Roli gets here on the 30th of August! Five weeks of sitting being lazy and doing nothing.

Harry becomes president at the end of the book, everybody. And George Bush is a Squib. Best ending ever!

I actually fell for one of those messenger-spread viruses. Whoopsie. Hopefully you guys realised that I NEVER use 'ur' and don't open it.