Assuming you could get him to switch his allegiance away from Ankh-Morpork (which, good luck with that) Havelock would make a really awesome Warder.

I will not write that fic, I will not write that fic, I will not write that fic...

(X-posted to puca_project - if you have no clue what I'm going on about, go there!)

Well, there had been numerous hitches to this one - mostly that only two of us could make it, and secondly that it had to be postponed a week due to my illness! But yesterday, on the 4th November, Kate (avariel_wings) and I journeyed to Covent Garden.

Photos are to come when Kate's computer does not hate her.

( Cut for rambling on the High Seas. Arrr! )

So, very definitely a success - hopefully to be repeated with a bigger group in Cardiff in December, all in piratical gear, where we also plan to re-enact scenes from Pirates of the Carribbean. Roll on the good times!

Good luck and crossed fingers to everone getting results today!

kenovay, I'm looking at yoooou.

Now, to town! I am actually in a girly mood today, which means a twirly skirt and Sparrowesque makeup! Yes! *twirls off*

I finished my story!

Um. It's really embarrassingly short, but as the limit was 1,500 words, I don't care. It's all posted and stuff, too, though I have no clue if it'll get there before the deadline. Go postal service, go!

Sadly, I am also in a very bad mood brought on by That Time of the Month. I've been bitchy and snappy for days, but now the end is in sight. Along with several days pain and discomfort. Yay me? I was meant to go give blood today but I think I am in no fit state to do so, which makes me feel useless. And babysitting tonight. Mustn't forget.

On the awesome side: KITTEN.

Tiny and fluffy and black and gorgeous and called Mog. My sister is over the moon.

So cuuuuute.

Happy birthday, jean_prouvaire!

May the pretty gay boys always have conversations in your head.

-_-

...

Love meme.

What, I hardly ever do these things.

Just now a six-foot rugby player wanders through computer suite and stops out of curiosity to listen to someone's current music.

"I fucking love Celine Dion!"

The smile on his face warmed hearts and befuddled minds.

~~~

In the meantime, I am so incredibly unmotivated for this essay, it is amazing. *sighs*

Tis the season, yo.

By which I mean, cards! If I am to send cards I need addresses! (I'm organised, really. I mean it!)

Even if Christmas isn't your holiday of choice, I'm sure I can send a... something else card. Yes.

So. Comments screened. Tell me your address, link me to wishlists, whatever. Here. If you want mine, ask and I shall send it unless I'm on a paranoia kick at the time. (If happens.)

*Blink*

Dear god. Did I just sleep for eighteen hours?

Wow.

I'm really hungry. Evidently sleep takes it out of you.

I had a dream where the granny was the murderer. But we foiled it my strategically moving the noose so she couldn't reach it, because she was so small. And, like. We couldn't turn her in, because granny, but we weren't going to shelter her because the bitch was a murderer! So we sent her to get the train. While we painted the entire room blue.

And no, dammit, she couldn't have a different bag to pick green beans in.

...I know. I have mental problems.

On a different note, I adore my Tuesday lecture. The lecturer is soft-spoken and Irish and confused and hilariously funny, and he talks about medieval theology and medicine and magic and gender identity and witch-hunts and other things that make me squee from my seat at the back.

Extract from notes: 'Controlling demons with chemistry = serious science. Apparently attempted with straight faces for over a century.'

Spending my day procrastinating.

From what?

Oh, everything. Everyone has those days.

Someday I will be organised enough to bring food from home to eat at college, since I generally manage breakfast before coming out, then live on coffee until I get back at past midnight. Though I managed a drinking yoghurt thing today that was surprisingly filling for something mostly air. The concept of a straw with a joint that lets in air through it confuses me. Though maybe they think it will satisfy more cravings, and thus they have to put in less actual yoghurt.

It could be a new diet programme and make its creator rich. Not that I'm organised enough to do anything with it.

Drama Society featured voting for people I know nothing about to fill positions I know nothing about. I'm sure I contributed great insight.

Only other thing I achieved was signing up for a teacher training/experience placement at a local school. If I get it, I will be paid. This idea is a nice one. On the other hand, I may be not the kind of person they want in contact with impressionable young minds.

*Lunch break*

STUDENT: What are you doing?
AMY: Well, see, this is an online RPG, short for Role Playing Game. This is my character, and that is someone else's, you see, and they have conversations.
STUDENT: Why are they two boys kissing?
Amy: ... *Minimises*