So, I'm sitting here right now eating lasagne and I have a knife right next to me.

Why the knife?

Well, a) because it's pretty and I always have one in my drawer, and b) because I'm worried my stepdad is going to come into my room and kick the shit out of me.

Basically this all started a few days ago. My dad got drunk and beat up my brother (who was staying at his place) so my brother came over here. Now, my stepdad is a total cunt. I don't hate him because he's replaced my real dad as 'man of the house'- I couldn't care less about that. I hate him because he's an immature prick who always slams doors and stomps around when he's pissed off. He acts like a fucking five-year-old.

He hasn't ever laid a finger on me (if he did, I swear to God I would cut his heart out) but he's got one of my sisters by the throat before and when my older brother was about sixteen he used to throw a bunch of stuff at him, which led my brother to move out in the first place.

Anyway, last night my brother kept him awake so that he only got about four hours of sleep (so he claims on Facebook). Cue me being woken up this morning by the cunt (stepdad) turning the TV on full blast to wake my brother up and piss him off. Then he started banging stuff around and swearing at him. According to sources (my sister) he broke the ironing board. Woo, real mature.

Blah, so, anyway, mum picked me up from school and my brother was in the car with her and a load of boxes and his stuff, so I thought, he's going somewhere, whatever. Turns out mum's paid for him to spend three nights in a B&B. Where he's going after that I don't know. I care, slightly, but it's his life and he can do what he likes with it.

So anyway, I get back from school, check Facebook, and the cunt's written something about not being able to sleep because of his 'prick of a stepson' kept him awake. So I replied with something about being woken up at half seven by him and his childish antics. Then I basically told him to grow up and stop acting like such a child. Now he's replied with:

"Oh dear, did I wake you up at half-past seven? Your stupid behaviour last night is half the reason I have to work today completely crapped out so I can earn money for you to convert into filth. Tell you what, I'll stop being angry when you starting taking school seriously or get the hell out of my house. "

Hahaha. Give him a big hand, folks, you can see he's trying!

Now, I never told him to stop being angry. Anger is an emotion, you can't stop a person feeling emotions unless you turned them into a robot. What I told him to do was grow up and stop acting like a five-year-old whenever he got pissed off. He's baleeted his previous and public comment on Facebook- what does that tell you?

So yeah. *Strokes Mr.Stabby* I wish I had the balls to comment back at him, but he's probably going to thump his way down the landing to my room as it is. Sick as it sounds, I'm sort of half-hoping he does.

The guy in my icon is either sneezing or laughing. Laughing at you. You amuse him.


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Quirky Liberal Alpha Female

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I am dreading tomorrow. I mean, really dreading. Not just because it's the first day back at school after the Easter break, not just because my hair is still purple and that is omfg not allowed- but because my dad is coming round.

Let's rewind here.

My dad recently got a new job that pays pretty well- and good for him, I say, since he's been self-employed and not earning a lot for the past couple of years. Also, bonus, it's only about 40 miles away from us so we can see him more often (as opposed to the 300+ miles and once-a-year visits of times past). Now, my dad is an awesome guy- very friendly and won't hesitate to help anything. And he loves us.

Anyway, because he has this new job and some cash, he's doing up our house and repainting/decorating our rooms. By the way, he doesn't live in this house, he doesn't own this house- yet he's doing it up because he wants us to have a better standard of living. Trust me when I say we need it. I'm going to sound like we live in an utter hovel, but the walls are cracked, dirty and one in my room has damp and mould on the walls.

This is why I never have friends over. The house is like a cave, my little brother and sisters are too great in number and can be irritating twats, aaaand...

My step-dad is an absolute fucker.

I know, I know- this all sounds like one of those tales where the stepdad is a nice guy and the kids are being little hostile fucks. It's not. He acts like a child when he doesn't get his own way or doesn't like something- slamming doors, stamping up the stairs and making snide remarks about my little brother never cleaning up- which was something said this Saturday when my little brother WAS cleaning up and he was stood, doing nothing except drinking wine. Yeah, real clever there, you bastard. My little brother and sisters do more work that he fucking does. My cleaning doesn't really exceed beyond my room, where I usually spend most of my time, unless I'm off school for some reason, which is when I'll wash and tidy up.

Oh, and some previous incidences with my brother and sister's friends included him shouting at them and insulting them.

Well, my dad came over while my mum, stepdad, little sister and I were in Poland (which is a journal for another time, since it was fun) and started to paint and decorate my brother and sister's rooms. He came over tonight to drop some stuff off for tomorrow when we'll be finishing my sister's room and what do you know? My cunt of a step dad was ironing. Surprise, surprise, he acted like a dick and did his usual little slamming-door-acting-like-a-child routine. My dad was puzzled about this behaviour and kept asking me what was wrong. I tried to tactfully skirt around the question (I really don't want to be in the middle of a confrontation) and just said he was shutting the doors because people had left them open. Then my idiotic brother comes out and starts flouncing up and down, dissing the stepdad (leaving the door open and ignoring me when I tried to hiss at him to fucking shut it!) so, once again, we get the slamming doors again which led to another bout of questions. There's me trying to placate dad and changing the subject while my brother and sister are yapping in the background about how much of a dick he is.

I'm sick and tired of constantly having to try and play peacekeeper because some people don't have any fucking tact.

You'd think they'd have learned from the shouting matches between my older brother/stepdad, them/stepdad how to defuse a situation- but then again, they are idiots. It doesn't help that someone who is supposed to be an adult/guardian is acting like a four-year-old having a temper tantrum.

I am sick of him. If he'd act friendly towards my dad, it'd be fine. It's not like my dad beat up my mum or anything like that. Actually, I'm not quite sure what the circumstances of my parent's divorce were. I once dug out some papers when everyone was out of the house that said mum was divorcing dad for being 'lazy' and 'treating the house like a hotel'. My older brother said that mum had cheated on him and I once remember dad muttering something about him 'not being good enough for mummy' and also something about other men. I really have no idea which one is the truth. It's kind of strange- I have a theory that I've blocked out a lot of the arguments that mum and dad had when they were still together, because I can't remember any, even though everyone else- including those younger than me- can.

Anyway, yeah, that's why I'm scared about tomorrow. My dad and stepdad will be in the same house, practically in the next room from each other. I can't help but feel some sort of confrontation is inevitable and it terrifies me when I picture them both shouting at each other or maybe worse. Got a feeling it'd be worse than watching my older brother and him throw stuff and scream at each other, or even seeing him grabbing my little sister by the throat (no, I'm not making this up.) or yell at them. I remember once when my sister threw a glass of water over him. Fucking win, I say- but it was horrible to see her so scared.

Fucking hell, thinking back on it now, how did I manage this long? Eh, maybe because these instances are far between each other, but that still doesn't make them any less... well. Less.

It's got to the point where I hate him. I hate him for acting like such a baby, I hate him for driving my older brother away- but I also hate it when mum goes to her room and doesn't say a word about it afterwards, or blames it on us for fighting between ourselves. That's sometimes what sets it off, but let me tell you- sibling spats are nothing compared to an adult screaming at you.

Yeah, I don't know what to fucking do about tomorrow.

Sorry, guys, just needed to get that out.

So, it's that time of year once again. I'm off school with a fucking bad cold.

Tuesday, I was fine- then yesterday I started with a sore throat that progressed into a headache. Much sneezing ensured.

*Sigh* Still got a bit of a headache now, despite having popped four pills. I hate fucking colds- but at least now I can do a bit more writing on my RE4 fic. Was going to be a bit fluffy, but now...

BEATINGS!

Also, I was looking at preordering RE5 yesterday, and it looks fucking cheap. If I have enough money at the end of this week, then I'll preorder it.

And Christ, I feel dizzy again.

So, at the moment my brother is sitting downstairs in his suit (he looks very sophisticated, if you ignore the earring) and is obsessing over my RE4 walkthrough book. This is because he's contemplating going as the Merchant to the expo in May. I think he'd look pretty good- then again my brother got the looks, and could cosplay as a twelve-year-old girl and pull it off.

If you ignore the beard.

Anyway, I've had more coffee than your average scientist and am on a caffine high. So, I ramble.

The point is... I was thinking of actually going as something this time, instead of being the small girl in black nervously asking the Wesker bloke for a picture.  I was going to go as an Umbrella scientist, because I saw a couple last year and they were really good. =) I just need a labcoat, pen, and a couple of Umbrella sew-on patches of eBay. (Obviously, I'd put more effort in it then that. I could wear glasses as well. Oooh, and a clipboard!)

Then again, I was also thinking of going as Salazar. This is because A. I want to be someone important that those who've played the games will recognise a mile off, and B. because I need a reason to live!

Ok, that's a bit too dramatic, but I like the thought of having a little topic to come home to after school. It would give me something to do whilst sitting on the computer and not writing. >> *Sigh*

I just now need a coat that I'm willing to mutilate.

TO AMAZON!

£345.00.

No. Just no.

To... eBay?



^ I did find that, and got all excited, but then looked at a pic of Salazar and remembered and saw that it is in fact, a blue coat.

Piss.

Ah well, if worst comes to the worst, I'll just get a lab coat and dye it XD. Lab coats are our friends, don't forget...

I just need to plan the rest of this costume to buy in January, or whenever- I want to make it as early as possible to make sure it looks ok.

(Yeah, when I come down off my coffee high, I'll probably say 'no way', but the more I imagine it, the better it seems.)

O LAWD, IS DAT SUM INTERNETS?

Well, I'm sitting here in my underwear, sweating from running around on an energy drink high. Fear my armpits. I actually managed to get some freakin' writing done yesterday before I felt that six in the morning was long enough to be sitting and writing about scared Salazar, angry Leon and a pissed-off giant Plaga mother. It'll make more sense when it's completed.

 

I had a freaky dream last night that I pissed off Christabelle from the SH movie (can't remember how) and she decided to nuke York while I was on MSN talking to Cath. Hm, this better not be prophetic- I like York. After Whitby, it's my favourite... uh, place where a lot of people are. Culture and history? Yes please. Speaking of Whitby, I'd better ring up my brother (who has moved out and got himself a place down near my dad) and see if he's coming up for the goth weekend. I want an excuse to wear my lovely gothic dress again, and also my motorcycle goggles and respirator. I know it sounds like a weird kink kind of thing, but trust me, it has a great effect.

I know I keep banding about (to some people at least) that I'm getting an Xbox 360 Elite every other weekend, but now, I am SO CLOSE to being able to afford one, seriously, I'm about £40 (that's $72 dollars to you guys across the pond) from getting one, thanks to my dad sending me up some cash for my birthday. I just need my EMA to come in and the backlog will be about £120 if it comes in this week on Friday. More than enough to buy an Elite console package (+3 games) and get the games I want off Amazon. Also, pre-order SH/RE5. I've been following the trailers for both games- Siam is monster sexy on SH5, as is Hammer-man on RE5, who kills his own zomados and doesn't afraid of Chris!

 

Also, since watching all the gameplay and stuff, I've been dying to play some more RE4- but the disc seems to be missing, AGAIN. WTF?! Is there a black hole in my house that sucks in RE4 discs?! Bastard black hole.

I am officially less than a week away from being the big one eight.

 

Unfortunately, I’ll be at college for my birthday- we go back next Wednesday, birthday Thursday, then hopefully a birthday meal at the Cantonese restaurant on Friday.

 

Next Saturday will (God willing) be the day I get an Xbox 360 Elite. I was trying my hardest to decide between an Elite and a PS3 (and doing lots of research) but 360’s just have good exclusive games, like Halo and Dead Rising. Granted, I’m buying a new console mainly so that I can be ready when RE and SH 5 come out, but hey, Assassin’s Creed doesn’t go a miss, either. Or Oblivion. Or GTA4. Mmm…  

 

(I know 360’s are susceptible to the infamous RRoD, but still, I’ll buy a three year warranty (£39.99- bastards!) and take the risk.)

 

Laptop is still not with me… dammit, I want to RPG while watching Batman! Instead, I have to sit on the big computer in the dining room where I can hear, but not see the TV (fucking Desperate Housewives…). Also, I have to fight my brother and sisters for its usage. I just want to take my laptop to my room, and have some peace and quiet.

 

On the subject of RPGing, I’m having an immensely fun time, and not just because I

and Maiafay’s characters are having some… *ahem* time together.

 

*Sight* I have an ‘interview’ at college at 2:10 today with a teacher I’ve never spoken to. I have no idea what my test results are since I was at the hospital the day they were issued- but I’m betting that I’m going to have to re-take the Psychology exam…

 

Ah well, I’m feeling a little down right now, but thinking of impending birthday makes me happy :).

 

Ok, today was the last day of my work experience at a bookshop/café. The people who own it were really nice- at the end of today they gave me a goodbye-present thing. I damn near burst into tears right there in the shop. Then, when I came home, I nearly burst into tears again when I unwrapped it. It was a writing book called ‘Wannabe a writer?’ and I remember the first day of W.E when I told them that I wanted to be a writer.

 

Damn, did my faith in humanity just go up a bit?

 

I’m going to get them something at the weekend. Probably chocolates. Chocolates solve everything.

 

What I got out of W.E: I can make various coffees (Latte, Cappuccino, Mocha and… the normal kind), can use a till and can dust bookshelves. Oh, and something about customer relations. Best part was, when it was quiet I got to sit and read. Yay for Sea Fishing Explained and How to Keep Poultry!

 

All in all, I had a great time.

 

Yesterday I went to visit my friend and drop off her birthday presents (SH: Origins for the PSP, Crisis Core poster and a book about cats) and she leant me the American version of Queer as Folk. Wooo! She’s even more packed then I am on the whole Gay and Lesbian front. I then came home to find that my Freeloader disc for Gamecube arrived. ON WITH THE TWILIGHT PRINCESS!!!11!1

 

Zelda: Twilight Princess is fucking awesome. Yes, I know, everyone else has bought it about a year before me (always the case) but I really can’t stress how good it is. I’ve always, ALWAYS had a passionate obsession with freeroaming/do-what-you-want games, ever since I started gaming, which is why I fell in love with the Final Fantasies/Zeldas/ASSASSIN’S CREED YAY.

 

But yeah, now I have to fight the plant boss in the forest dungeon. Have you ever noticed how the boss in the forest dungeon that is always in the games is a giant, sentient, carnivorous plant that wants nothing more then to eat your head? Oh, and don’t forget the boomerang…

 

Wait, I tell a lie: Ocarina of Time had a giant parasitic arachnid Ghoma in it… bah, Queen Ghoma. I shot your eye…

 

Ever notice how in these games it’s always ‘shoot the eye’?

 

 Oh, Windwaker came today as well… so I’m going to be distracted for a while…

 

Only two more days of college left, then I can fuck around all day…

 

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some giant plant fighting to do.

 

Today was a good day. Is a good day.

 

First up- I found I had more money in the bank than I thought. A lot more. I was expecting thirty pounds and found I had one hundred and twenty six. It would be good news anyway- but I was so afraid that I wouldn’t be able to afford a birthday present for not-yet-girlfriend. And now I can get her awesome internet things. Hooray!

 

I managed to get new shoes when we went into town. They’re exactly like my old ones, but better quality. And dark blue. Only cost me ten quid, as well. I got thirty out of the bank- I haven’t been into a town for ages, and I needed to pick up some stuff.

 

Like make-up.

 

Don’t think I’m the sort of person who wears lipstick and eye-shadow- it’s just eyeliner and a tiny bit of concealer for me. In fact, today is the first day I’ve ever actually bought concealer. I rarely buy eyeliner, and I’ve only bought black lipstick twice. I bought some today for my brother- but it turns out he already has some, so it’s mine, I guess. And I bought some Tresemme shampoo. Since I’m now on the hunt, as it is, I’m trying to make an effort with my appearance. I’ve neglected that aspect for years- I usually don’t give a flying fuck about what I look like. But now…

 

I’m still waiting for my bright blue and red hair dye that I’ve ordered off eBay. It should come next week. I’ll ask my brother if I can borrow his hair straighteners- he’s a lot less anal than my sister when it comes to me borrowing things.

 

I also bought a black t-shirt with metal hooks on. I’m thinking accessories. Chains, keyrings- if it’s metal, I’ll attach it XD. I really should buy other colours apart from black- most of my clothes in my drawers are black. I just really like the colour- I find it very sexy, on other people as well.

 

Right, I’m going to make a start on buying not-yet-girlfriend’s presents off the internet. Even though it’s not her birthday ‘til the sixteenth of July, I want to make sure that everything arrives in time. Better early than late.

My laptop is officially the stupidest piece of technology in the world.

 

Whoever made it needs to be spanked with a paddle that has the word ‘bitch’ inscribed on it. Then made to wear a collar that says ‘bitch’ on it. Then handcuffed to my radiator.

 

It takes a lot of power-button pressing to get the damn thing to actually turn on and THEN it’s the matter of keeping it alive and switched on.

 

If I move it in the slightest way, it turns off.

 

If I walk past it, it turns off.

 

If my CAT sits on the WIRE, it turns off.

And I came home from college today to find that all my bookmarks had been wiped for no reason. Though I suspect that was FireFox more than my laptop...

 

*Sighs*

 

I’ve been getting into foreign songs recently. My older brother played me ‘Carameldansen’ and I was smitten. Call me a weeaboo, but Japanese songs are lovely. So are French, I’m listening to Kyo’s ‘Derniere Danse’ which my friend got me into a few years ago. I’ve listened to it so much that I can sing along, but I have no idea what half the words mean! Some I can work out- I’m not a complete idiot. I can do tenses and stuff. It’d just take me an embarrassingly long time to translate if someone said something to me in French.

 

I’d like to be fluent in French… I can more or less remember the basics I was taught in school. Maybe I should take internet lessons or something. It’s always good to learn another language.

(Just ignore all the recent changes to this journal's layout- I'm trying to get one that I can really stick with.)

Uh... title unrelated.

I'm a little bored- mainly due to the fact that I have nothing to do since my writer’s block has reached epic proportions. I just look at the draft of what I’m supposed to be writing- and then freak because I’ve forgotten how to write. Well, not forgotten, exactly. The words just won’t come.

 

But, hey, I should be busy tomorrow. Someone else has earned themselves an ED article. I actually enjoy making ED articles… it requires certain things to make it good, and makes me use my brain. Maybe it’ll break my block- who knows?

 

I’m also a bit pissed because I have to keep arguing with fucktards on the MSN forum about Big Brother. All (and I mean ALL) of the people supporting it are Chav thirteen-year-olds who type in txt speak. No shit- they’re pissing me off. My replies usually end with: ‘By the way, LEARN TO SPELL!’

 

Big Brother sucks. (Though, it’s probably the exact thing that The Battling Bard likes to watch- ED her.)

 

Doesn’t help that my older brother keeps waking around the house with his shirt off, either. How is he so thin and still alive?! *Jealous* (He has bite marks on his neck as well- luckily his sex life is none of my business.)

 

And he keeps stealing my jewellry… but he always does that anyway. Now it’s my D-ring choker…

 

Oh, and it is my little sister’s sixteenth birthday, today. I feel a bit guilty that I haven’t got her anything- then again, what awesome present can you get with a pocket full of nothing? Though it looks like she got some good stuff and she’s not pissed at me.

 

Right… back to arguing with morons.

Yush, last night I had the pleasure of seeing Indian Jones and the Crystal Skull. And there's me thinking it was only an action movie! I had no idea that it would be so... paranormal. I wouldn't have considered going to see it had I not been dragged along by my family, but I'm glad I did.

Anyway- onto the Expo pictures... (click for full-size)



The first one I took, someone cosplaying as Leon. :P Stupid flash caught dust...



Blurry picture of Wesker x3. (And half of my brother's head Oo)





My brother as Vincent and an awesome person as Cloud.



Hunk YAY.


A very lovely Anonymous and I. I should have tied my hair back -_-.



More Anonymous, Rick'rolling. A surprising amount of people had signs that said 'You lost the game'...



The poor man in that suit must have been so hot...



Umbrella scientist!1!!!1 He had a syringe as well x3.



Another Wesker.



Just the outside of the building.



See, this is why I hardly ever smile... I always look evil! I don't know why Gina looks so unhappy. This was taken at the Natural History Museum, when we went to get some over-priced food.

Yep, it’s rant time once again.

 

First up, DeviantArt.

 

This may sound a little strange, but I’m annoyed because I’m not banned.

 

Basically, I and a couple of other deviants were… uh, trolling someone. Well, I was. They were kind of pointing things out. The person was a wapanese little bitch who faked her own death. We managed to milk lots of lulz and stick it on ED before everything died down.

 

Then, when I came back from London on Monday, I saw that two of my fellows had been banned for said incidence, and I hadn’t, even though I was being the worst.

 

Know why I wasn’t banned?

 

Because I have a subscription.

 

That is fucking unfair. I’m not saying I want to be banned, but that’s just really unjust. Money, money, money… ED is right…

 

Next up, Quizilla sucks.

 

I go on there to try and find a good quiz to take, and am bombarded with fucking text speak and bad spelling. The literate quizzes I could find had very few questions. Ugh, don’t get me started on the fanfiction on that site…

 

…Which brings me to the next point.

 

Fuck the Resident Evil section of Fanfiction.net.

 

Fuck it with something rusty and sharp. In fact, fuck FFN altogether. I’m only on there for the forums now- I had a brief look at the RE section today, and was bombarded with the word ‘teenager’ which, to me, means ‘SELF-INSERT AHOY’. Sorry, but it does.

 

“Lololol I’m a whiny teenager, and yet I somehow survive Raccoon City!!1!”

 

Piss off.

 

Oh shit, am I being a canon nazi?

 

Probably. But seriously… all those teenagers writing themselves in, one way or another… As I’ve said before, I’ve only ever read one good self-insert. She knows who she is! (And she needs to update real quick *hint**nudge*) I discovered a very good story recently as well, but I have to be honest- it's the only one I have added to my favourites in months.

 

*Sigh* Only about three months and seven days before I can get an adultfanfiction.net account… at least the people on there are more mature, and you can delete any non-relevant reviews/spam. But on FFN, the troll and spam thing is just getting stupid. They are ruining the whole site and it’s not even fucking funny. As an Anonymous AND an EDiot, even I don’t see the point in it. Sure- there’s a load of bad fiction, but people with very good stories are getting massively spammed for mere association- the whole thing is just a load of BS.

 

The admins don’t seem to care, either… I hope the petition for users being able to delete signed reviews goes through… it would take pressure off the admins to delete spam (which, hell, they don’t seem to be doing anyway…).

 

:P On the brighter side, I’ll be able to get the photos from the expo up tomorrow. Yay!

 

Oh, I am BACK from London and (if you can’t tell) feeling the Anonymous love. There were several at the expo, and I had my photo taken with a lovely one who was advertising eBaum's world. There were also a couple with a massive boombox, and so I asked them if they were going to rick'roll, but they said they weren't allowed inside. Bless, they're nice people. Fuck anyone who says that Anonymous are terrorists.

Anyway... I took pictures of all the Anonymous I could find- and I also was on the hunt for people cosplaying as Resident Evil. There were far more than I expected- I found Leon, 2 Weskers, Hunk, an Umbrella scientist and Ada. There was also a guy wearing an Alien costume- it looked amazing, must he must have been fucking boiling inside it... My brother, Tom, went as Vincent Valentine and he was too hot. His costume was good, though, and he got asked for loads of pictures.

When we first got there, there was so many people... we weren't sure whether or not we would be able to get in. Fortunately, we managed to all get children's priced tickets (four pounds instead of twelve- lol!) and got in. It was really hot inside- but awesome. I damn near dehydrated, but coke is always the solution to every problem you will ever have. :)

I got a little trapped in a card game for a while- I mean a trading card game. I think it was Magic the Gathering, but I was utterly awful at it. Luckily, the fellow nerds were sympathetic. Then I bought a Tyrant figure. He's way taller than my monks and zombie... he needs a name. My two monks are called Antonio and Magic (Yes. I am strange.)... and the zombie is called Daniel. Krauser is just Krauser... but the Tyrant should have a name. I'll ask Cath when she gets online- shame she couldn't come, it would have been even more awesome with her...

It was so amazing at the expo... everybody looked great, and there were some really good cosplayers. Oh, and let's not forget the beautiful people giving out free hugs ;). The advantage- It was taken.

The we went back to Gina's to sleep. She had her boyfriend over. Listening to two people making out and groping each other may be my idea of fun while I'm awake and interested, but not while I'm exhausted and really NEED some sleep. Eventually I had to have 'words' with them. Well, my brother and I were up at six in the morning...

The next day, we went to the Natural History museum. It was all right, but there was an hour long queue to see all the really interesting stuff like the dinosaur bones and mammals section. Whoever's great idea it was to put all the interesting exhibits together deserves to be beaten with a large stick. We didn't have an hour to spare, so we wandered around looking at the primates and insects and birds.

Still, now I can say I've actually been there... a two-day trip to London is really the only thing you want to do once a year- it is VERY draining. Especially all the travelling on the tube... hot AND packed -_-.

Pictures will come soon- we just had to buy disposable cameras so we need to get them developed on Thursday.

 

*Looks at userpic* I wish. There's no food in this house- not even bread. *eyeroll*

Well, as I sit here naked and dripping wet (minds out of the gutter, please- it was just a shower) I should tell everyone who cares that I'll be gone for a few days. I'm going to London to a Japanex convention (I'm not a weeaboo x3) and I have to leave for the station in about an hour to head off to my brother's place where I'll stay the night, then we'll catch the York train in the morning.

My friend Gordon is coming along with me on the train to meet his London boyfriend (lucky sod) and I'm meeting up with a girl who I had a brief fling with. But now, apparently, she has a boyfriend too. Pooh. I'll be alone forever!1!!

Well, there's always my cat, who at this moment is staring out of the window in a very suspicious manner...

I still have packing to do... I mustn't forget anything (though knowing me, I'll forget the train tickets and all my money).

The cat just jumped on my naked lap. Ow.

Yeah, I'll take a load of pictures and then upload them here and probably put the best on DeviantArt...

Well, I'll go do some more packing. :)

Like I said on my DeviantArt journal, I’ll hopefully be revamping the first few chapters of ‘You’re My End of the World’. Because, let’s face it, it makes no sense, is shitty and out of character. I’m a little embarrassed to have it still on FFN- if it’s the first story of mine that people see, what’s the chance they’re going to read anything else I’ve written? *Headdesk*

 

I got my Prozac back- and I feel so much better! I guess that can still be classed as a bad thing since I’m now relying on drugs to cheer myself up. But it’s hard to be pessimistic while on them.

 

However, I’ve found one side effect that isn’t listed on the sheet that came with the Prozac- waking up at about half two in the morning and not being able to get back to sleep for a couple of hours. No matter how tired I am, without fail. It sucks because it makes me even more tired throughout the day.

 

Cath can’t come to London, so I’m debating whether to still go. It takes a lot of money- then again- my brother’s already bought his ticket and I don’t think he’ll want to go by himself. Maybe I’ll just go down for one day.

 

Exams started on Tuesday- first one was Sociology, which I have a feeling I’ve done well on. Tomorrow is English and Psychology. English I’m pretty confident on- Psychology, not so much.…