I made icons! I am so proud. What we have here are:

[3] Random (Wossy, Gad Elmaleh and Johnny Depp)
[4] Diggnation
[8] Supernatural (Mostly Castiel)
[15] Tim Minchin

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Okay, so I don't really want to talk about what happened on Friday, thought I feel like a should.

In the short of it, we didn't go to the beach because the weather was crappy, so he came over to mine, and Roommate N went out with her boyfriend. We got a ten in and worked our way through the bottle of wine. It was a really nice evening and everything was going great, until Leon showed up. I know that if he hadn't arrived, something would have happened. He left that evening to go see some other people, and wouldn't stay no matter what I said. But I still went to bed with a good feeling.

The next day the weather was stunning so I texted him saying, 'We could go to the beach today?' to which he replied 'can't sorry with my girly maybe later'. WAIT WHUT.

Yeah, so he's seeing someone else. Which makes no sense because when he came over last Sunday Roommate J asked him if he had a girlfriend/boyfriend/'girl' and he said no to all three. So what? What? I was a little stoned at that point so I said something along the lines of 'I thought something else was happening here, I didn't realize you were seeing someone else' but apparently that made no sense to him. He called me yesterday asking for Leon's number, so I think as far as he's concerned nothing's wrong. But at the same time he's not shown any interest like he wants to see me 'in that way'.

URGH.

Why? Why is it so fucking hard all the time?

Do you know what I also realized? That I need someone to talk Diggnation to. Because I have no-one. And another thing that came to mind is that I really really want to find that Sasha guy again. I don't know if I ever mentioned him on here. He was at Big S's 17th about two years ago, and me and him really hit it off. And he was wearing a Diggnation tshirt, and introduced me to it. I gave him my email, but I never heard from him. And I don't know his last name, Big S didn't know who he was, and I tried posting on the Rev3 forum but I never got an answer. *Sigh*. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Or maybe I could write to Alex and Kevin, and they could say something on the show.

But then if Sasha does get in contact with me and has a girlfriend or something, what do I do? I'll have to think about it.

Also, FF showed me Omegle.com. That site right there is hours of fun. Seriously. Hee.

Men suck ass.

Wow so.

It's been a relatively normal week, what with sunny weather most of the time and nightly Sex Education vs. Pornography shows. That's been fun. Didn't actually know that the uterus moves forward when a woman is aroused. Did anyone else know that?

Aside from that, well... I went to the Kenya Project Trip meeting under the pretense of finding out what I'm missing and also hanging out with people I know. However, Photographer Dan is going to Kenya, so in reality it was a gratuitious chance to talk to him. Although he sat on the other side of the room, so not so cool. Exchanged a few looks with him though. Ah, desperation.

On the other hand, when I got home I just wanted to text him something, so I invited him to the beach on Friday afternoon to drink some wine.

I'm meeting him outside the Vivian pub in Sketty at 3. Oh my God, is this a date? I've been talking to roommates N and J and I'm not sure. I mean, I didn't say it was, but neither was there mention of other people coming. What if he asks who we're meeting? And I go, 'Oh, no-one... mumblemumble' because THAT IS WHAT I WOULD DO.

I might be freaking out in an epic way right now.

Sidenote: QI annual from Amazon and computer still not arrived/back. Had the British postal service broken down again?

OHMIGOD Photographer Guy Dan contacted me. Oh yes. It was... okay, okay, from the beginning.

Well, to be honest there isn't that much to tell. My last entry (somewhere around there) is evident that I had somewhat given up hope on that aspect.  I went shopping on Friday and bought food. And an AMAZING book from the Charity Shoppe called 'Great Lives - Great Deeds, the Reader's Digest'. It's an original from the 1960s and only cost 80p. Mint condition. Anyway it's full of ten-odd pages long condensed biographies of famous people. E.G I've read so far: Henry Ford, Churchill, Einstein, Plato & Soctrates. And there's around 50 of them.

ANYWAY. Book wank aside, I bought that and food (£2.50 bus fare for a single to town by the way. Fucking travesty.) and headed back up to the house. Jenni and I hung out and voila. Friday was relatively uneventful.

Saturday we decided to score a ten-bag (so £5 each) for the weekend. N_W's Cousin J has a car now so he picked up and brought it over. Strong stuff.

So we were just watching TV and by phone buzzes. 'I can finally text again! It's Mancey btw :) x'. A solid few minutes of 'who the fuck...?' later and I remembered that Funky A called him Nancey - at least I thought, but it must be him.

Twenty minutes later, he's in my living room sparking up a big one and talking Attenbrough. It was awesome.

We didn't really do much 'cause we got mashed, but played the Rizla game and watched a few crappy movies.

And he was back again the next evening. Picked up for us again, 'cause we're terrible. :P However Leon, James and Nadia turned up and crowded the place a bit, so I think he was a little put off... He left fairly abribtly after Leon arrived. Despite that, I've texted him a few times today (about the trip to Kenya) and he was pretty damn prompt in answering.

I was thinking of a) asking him to go somewhere this weekend (park, beach, wine, you know the story) or b) inviting him camping over Easter when Nadia goes (she invited me). Or I could do both.

But is it bad for a girl to ask a guy out? I don't know these things, see. Hmm.

Also, my computer was taken from me yesterday. A vaguely weepy moment, although that might have been because I want in my pyjamas smoking the good stuff and reminiscing while watching the IB video. It was a low point for me.

But still. 2-5 day turnaround!! I might have it back by the end of the week! Alas, I have so missed Twitter and ElJay and Diggnation and the like. And INSTANT ACCESS TO GOOGLE TO PROVE JAMES WRONG. I must remember this.

Right, I'm off. Other irrelevant sites to pay attention to. You know how it is.

Apocalypse is coming in 33 days. Be prepared.  

Okay. Death to all college computers. Really. Because it won't run Java or whatever the fuck is needed in order for ElJay to run in any kind of comprehensive way, I just wrote a whole entry and hit post, but because it can't conserve my content when I'm asked for more quota time, I lost it.

I'm aware that for those who don't have this issue on their computers, that will have made little to no sense, but I don't care. I'm angry.

ANYWAY. There was a ridiculously entertaining protest outside college today against the funding cuts for adult education. FF took a picture of me and my maths lecturer snarling angrily and holding placards. I'm so in love with it that I think when I get my computer/CS4 back, I will reform my header to include it. Really.

On a similar note, I mentioned in passing to my french lecturer/The IB coordinator/the protest organizer (same person) that I should write an article on this, what with political journalism aspirations and all that, and she got uber excited. So here I am, trying to find an opening line. What am I doing? This is INSANE. Even if I do finish it (and it will be amateur as fuck), where do I post it? I mean, I'll put it here, but I need somewhere more official. I don't know if the college would be interested in an advert for how disrupted their classes get. She said I should put it on Youtube, as they have some kind of manifesto there, but I would a) need to contact whoever put it up so it could go into the info as a comment link would just be buried and b) need somewhere to host it. A link to my blog is unwise. The only thing I can think of is making a new ElJay and having that as my reporting resource. Bah. Need to think about that.

Also still not talking to roommate N. Don't want to talk about the fact that I'm not talking to her, but still. You know. Well you don't, but... it's hard to avoid someone you live with. I hope to all hell it doesn't all blow up in my face tonight. I was so glad to be at German J's yesterday, it was just some silly relief that made me forget the crap going down at home.

I also did my English oral. Got Shakespeare. After a brief breakdown I got to work, and she said at the end that I was one of the best of the day, and I was last, so that's a big scope. Something of a reassurance, I guess.

I also saw Supernatural 4x16, thanks to N_W. Overdoses of Castiel make me feel happy. :D

I miss my computer.

I fail to see why ElJay has to be such a bitch today and yesterday. Although to be fair, I'm on a college computer with McAfee security (God knows why) and restricted "Social and networking sites" policies, so it could well be their problem.

Either way, the site as I see it now is sans flash or any other addon, and painful to look at. I don't even have a font/link/cut/picture toolbar. Or a toggle, should I desire to HTML this entire post.

AAAAAAnyway. Went on the hike. Walked 33 miles. Cried for the last three, blisters the size of Jupiter. Vastly questioning why the hell I put myself through it. Going to try again next year anyway.

I broke down last night. I don't want to rant and bitch on here, because this LJ is something that I treasure and to whine about a roommate is a childish thing. BUT. When you find yourself looking forward to your roommates going away so that you can make the house habitable again, or when you're taking days off college to clean the kitchen, surely something is wrong? Well, to make a long story short, me and Roommate N are not talking. I was on the phone to both my mum and my dad about it last night, in tears. I'm tired, stressed, homesick and my feet hurt. I don't want to have to deal with this bullshit anymore.

So I'm not going home until late today. I'm going to German J's house after college for some relief, and then one of her host family's sons is dropping me off home in the evening. I'm looking forward to it.

Also update on the laptop: it blew up the new charger, as I may have mentioned, but it looks like Toshiba might send a bloke to me to repair it, which would be awesome. Awaiting on reply vis a vis the serial number. Supposedly I didn't register it with the warrenty, though I totally did.

Right. This is actually procrastination. I have my English oral in about 35 minutes, unseen commentary on an extract of either Shakepeare's King Lear or Pride and Prejudice. I hope for the latter. And I'm terrified of both. Fuck it, wish me luck, kids.

Okay, so I might have met a guy today. He's the college photographer, and his name's Dan. Or Nancy. Not sure where that comes from. But he's sweet and cute. And I feel like a twelve year old girl again. I think I just went back 6 or 7 years. But I don't care! I was hanging out with him and Adam in the Viv (I got ID'd, which was lame) but I had to dive off to do crap in town. Still, he has my number, and is interested in both my house parties and maybe going for a smoke next week. I feel good about this, I think.

Also - me posting at this time of day means YES, I have a new power supply. I be awesome. I made it from the pub in Sketty to town (about 3 miles) in 10 minutes, and managed to get the survival bag, proplus tablets and the power supply. The stall was closing, chairs in front of the entrance and everything, but I turned on a bit of the family charm for the geeky guy who works there, and he changed it, no questions asked. Didn't even want a receipt.

Right, I have shiz to do. Such as cooking food, organizing the pack for tomorrow and looking up some batteries. If I don't have any, I don't know what I'll do...

HAIL.

I am inordinately proud of myself. I'm usually unbearable shit at HTML coding, let alone Photoshop, and yet I've done all of this layout myself. ^^ YUS!!

Kenya Project Day here in College. We've got some beatboxing breakdancers in the library later. No, I'm not joking. Relevance to Kenya? Who knows. But we'll have some ravey fun, I'm sure.

Computer conked out. Power charger rather worryingly started whistling the other day, and it hasn't been charging properly for a few weeks now, so I bought one of those universal ones down at an adorable geeky shop called Mike-O-Soft yesterday. Worked fine for most of the evening, but when I woke up in the morning there was no power, and my computer was off. No idea what's gone wrong, but I seem to have mixed the receipt up with the one I got from milk in Tesco and threw it out in town. £30 charger and I can't take it back. I'll go there anyway, but I have little hope.
I just don't understand why it died. What the fuck, Toshiba?

Right, it seems I'm needed to butter up some possibly-donating politicinas to get us up on the charity registry line. Fun times.

I had to delete the coursework post, if anything just because when I hand it in officially it'll be run through the system and come up as plagiarism. Funny, really. I only put it up there 'cause the email servers were down and I needed to transfer it from my laptop to college computers.

I've been thinking a lot, lately. Inability to sleep till 5 am makes you ponder the strangest things, and I've come up with this one:

I'm viciously dissatisfied with my life.

I don't write, though I really want to. I don't study, though I know I can. I'm not quite the geek I like to think I am, though it's pretty close. No-one's interested in me, in that way. I find myself irrationally jealous of a thirty-something year-old guy in Chicago. I set myself tasks that I don't ever finish.

What can I do about it? I think it's all self-discipline. I need to force myself to write, otherwise I'll never be that big-time journalist. It's all very good looking at Chloe in Smallville and hating that I'm not like her.. but why can't I be? Okay, so there's no superpower-related mysteries around here for me to solve thatalways seem to involve bald, sexy millionaires, but I could set up a newspaper. Like, a Kenya Project newsletter or something. Man, that would be amazing. I just want something new, you know? I'm sick of projects that always start with me losing weight, going to bed early, getting all my homework done on time... I need a change from that I've been writing lists lke that since I was 12 in the back of Mme Rauscher's maths class.

I'll talk to Pat, sometime. Or maybe I could just write articles, in my spare time. Try and get published on the internet. Who knows?
Also: fic. Need to work on that, so hard. I had a Diggnation fic brainwave the other day in English class, but of course it's not finished. Maybe I could get it done? It would be nice, for once.

It's 10:30 here and I have a shitload of stuff to do tomorrow. I think I'll go crash. It's for my own good.

(I might watch Diggnation first.)
((OMFG HOUSE DOWNLOADING *SPASMS*))

Oh & did I mention, my dad's girlfriend is here? He's staying with her at what I think is my mother's lover's house.

What the fuck?!

OH MY GOD HATING ON FIREFOX RIGHT NOW.

TWICE I have had to restart this post, and TWICE it had crashed. FUCKERS.

Peer-pressure into downloading by Diggnation is not advised! Damn those sexy geeks! *shakes fist*

ANWAY. AS I WAS SAYING. I bought another tshirt off threadless. 'Rock out with your cock out'. $5 sale, people! I couldn't resist!

Also, went out quite a bit these last couple days. After cleaning two villas with C on saturday she invited me & her dog and her friends and one of those friends' dogs up some mountains. So it ended up as 5 people and 5 dogs (three of them mine). Was cool. Then back to hers, hung out, watched 'Atonement'. The film was better than I expected, but all it really did was make me want a typewriter, dammit.

Then M intived me to hers for one of the 'meet-ups'. Which one must know was my sister's thing. these are all my sister's friends/ex-boyfriends. So I'm at M's house, at what is basically a party with all these people I used to look up to when i was twelve, and they're actually talking to me. But I was still the youngest there, by at least three years. Odd as hell.

Stayed the night in a tent, then back here. And that was it really. There's a gig on tonight, A and N playing, but I couldn't be arsed.

I've been simply watchng buttloads of Diggnation for the past week. This geekiness is not healthy. But I don't care! I have such a crush on Alex Albrecht that it doesn't even matter anymore. *sigh*

Still alive!
Not that anyone really cares, but you know.

Slow day today, my brother cooked dinner, which all round was nice of him, but he needs to learn that in a spinach salad, you can't just lie the huge leaves whole on top of each other. They need to be mixed up, and shredded. But the pesto made it good.

I bought a tshirt today from threadless.com. It's awesome, and totally worth it, and I bought one yesterday from Cafepress.com, which is cool too. The latter is a reference to Radio4's 'Just A Minute'. I look forward to wearing it in the UK and seeing who gets it. :D

It's stupid o'clock, and I failed badly at the drabblethon. I've written most of them, but not all, and I hate myself for it. I've had a whole day!
Tomorrow. Honestly. 

I've just spent the last three hours reading Life, As Experienced Through Your Fingers. Such a good fic, really. I read it years ago, but I was going through my friend everworld2662's favourite stories on Fanfiction.net and found it. Talking of which: Ever, dear, where's that Letters you wrote which included Sybill Trelawney/Minerva McGonagall? I want to read it, as does Bolt.

*snuggles into bed* 
*scratches*

DAMN MOSQUITOS!

Well. Not so productive a day. Did the walks like I was supposed to with the dogs and painted a lot, but last night's 5AM bedtime ha chased me around all day.

I did on the other hand find some good quotes to put on my wall, which I looked for with my dad.

I also found out what fire poi is this evening. And wow. My desktp[ backgrounds will flit amongst those for a while.

Doing a drabblethon of 15 ficlets in the Harry Potter fandom with electricalsuntoday as well. Should be up by tomorrow morning.

That's about it, really. I need some sleep. Oh yeah, and:

Word of the day:  Tittup: v to prance or frolic

Used that word three times today, and Micawber once, oh yeah.

*dives into bed* Niiiiiiiiight.

I failed totally at using "Micawber" five times. Didn't even get to use it once; didn't get the chance. The difficult thing is if you don't know the word, it's really hard to remember. I'll try and get a better one for tomorrow.

I've had a relaxing day of britcoms, apart from the really lame moment when I burnt myself on the iron. It only touched my hand for a couple of seconds, but it wouldn't stop stinging. Not cool. I now have a big dark mark on my hand (ahahah Dark Mark shame it's not on my forearm wow I'm such a geek), which I just know is going to blister. Fun times.

My britcom day consisted of lots of Just A Minute on Radio 4, clearly the coolest radio show ever invented. And the funniest. I found a link on Yahoo!groups that lets you download it by series, so I shucked it onto my ipod and voila. I can wander around the house apparently laughing to myself.

Also had to take all three dogs for a walk; hellish times. Dizzy (the puppy) bothered Charlie so much by jumping on him and biting his ears that he pulled back from me and his collar slipped over his head, so he promptly turned around and aimed for home, while Dizzy moved to Roxy and got tangled under her legs, at which point some Other Dog came out and started barking and Roxy pulled (bear in mind she's a Golden Retriever, and so reasonably strong) so I'm moving backwards while calling for a collarless Charlie who is blatantly ignoring me, and the laughter of Just A Minute in my ears suddenly got supremely irritating. And all of this was at 10:30PM when it's dark. Ugh, not what I'd call a relaxing stroll.

And I bailed out early on Stephen Fry's Kingdom just now because it was season two and I haven't seen any of that, so I'm a bit miffed that I had to walk away from some HD Stephen. I don't see that enough, you know?

Right, now: fic. Then: JAM. Then: SLEEP. I'm going to try being productive tomorrow, see how it goes. Holidays, it seems, are supremely dangerous for not doing anything. I'm becoming quite good at it.

*burrows under covers* 'night all.

Alright, so.

It's been eons, and I don't care!

No, but really. I'm in France again. I PASSED ALL MY EXAMS! w00t. I actually got 62% in maths. MATHS! Christ, I'm scaring myself with such accomplishments.
I also got myself an iPod. I know that's like old news, man, everyone's got iPods, but I never had one. 30GB, classic video, 128€ (about £92) on ebay. Not baad. Got lots of Just a Minute on there, a few eps of QI, House, and obviously a stupid amount of music. It makes me happy.

I saw the end of House. Well. I watched the entire fourth series back-to-back because it had all been so disjointed that I couldn't remember anything. But I had never seen the last three episodes, until a couple of weeks ago.
What else? I've been redecorating my room. I'm painting a mural on one of the walls, actually, and I'm quite proud so far. It's taking me a million years to do it, but when it's finished, I'll upload a picture on here, because it'll (hopefully) look awesome. Oh yeah.
Also, my life at the moment is revolving around two things: Dogs (we've got a new puppy, Dizzy, who is the prettiest thing ever and I'm taking care of a friend's Golden Retriever called Roxy who has three meals a day and need two walks a day, and I spend most of my time running around the garden with them or falling over and finding myself being trampled on my three dogs of very varying sizes) and fanfiction. I've been writing a bit more recently, giving the V to this 4-year writer's block and forcing out the medeocre romances. But I did find a site that had all the classic Harry/Draco fics archived, the novel-length ones that all slashers must read, so for the past week and a half I've been workng my way through them. They are amazing, I don't know how the writers do it. I dream of writing an epic H/D, and I've done about 8 pages of meta for one of my own, but I know I'll probaby never write it. Hm.

Right, let's see if I can get a few entries a day, shall we? I'm doing this thing at the moment where I open a random page in a dictionary and look down until I find a word I don't know. Then I have to use it 5 times in conversation in that day. Could be fun! 

Today's word: Micawber: n A person who idles and trusts to fortune. (after a character in Dickens' novel David Copperfield)
                                             {Micawberish - Adj, Micawberism - n}


Well. Let's see if I can use that. Could be interesting.

test run for icon size and upload under the cut

Dear God I hope this works.

Morning. Well, afternoon. Okay, so it's like 2:00 in the afternoon. I did NOT just wake up.

Man, my weekend was mental.

Queens was cool - just chilling out. It's SO WEIRD that you can't smoke in there anymore. But I saw Finn - wow is he hot now - and he was full-on talking to me. All the time. And CHRISTY was in there, the one guy who swears by not drinking and smoking and LOATHES the Queens. But that was Annie's influence that made him go in. Who else did I see...Ah, yes! Noemie Marmara! That was a 'blast from the past' so to speak. Must tell my bro she says hi. She's really pretty these days.

Anyway, and then we went to Ethan's house - Alistair was there, must tell Kath he says hi - although Eric and Noah and Chris (Andrew's Chris, can't remember his last name, was all 'I know you' to me, which was funny) were there too. So me and Monkai hung out in Ethan's room, being all cool and playing her ukelele. 

Then Juj & Emilie came back to mine, and we watched 2 episodes of Supernatural and crashed out. It was pretty late by then.

Next morning, I made PANCAKES! WOO! And Emilie and Juj were picked up at 12 which gave me time to clean up and shower etc before jumping on the scooter and heading to Mouins Sartoux for their band practise. Which was awesome. And that finished at 4 (three hours long!) and then we arranged to go to Emilie's and I gave Juj a lift got into an argument with this french guy because I bumped into the back of his car, and we got to Val D'Azur and Emilie calls to say she's at Ethan's so we turn around and go back there, then watch Ethan and Alistair play baseball with old oranges and a boat paddle and eat guacamole and then went to Emilie's with juj on the back, passing by champion to pick up some junk food and then settled down eating and talking and listening to music and watching their old concerts till we finally passed out watching Ocean's 11. And then this morning we woke up 'cause of her little sister & friend and ate more junk food for breakfast and watched tv then I came back here on the scooter and ate some of my soup with Mum, Dad and Dave. and now I just tidied my room and took a shower and am about to start my homework.

PHEW. I'm dead. Ho hum. I'm also dressed rather fetchingly like a cross between Peter Pan and Robin Hood. S'cool. :D