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Oct. 27th, 2006 11:58 pmI love Friday night television. The Share or Shaft bit was on Higniffy; one of the guys on Not Going Out got vaguely wasted on tranquilisers, which was fun; Piers Morgan was being twattish on 8 Out Of 10 Cats; and ( Spoilers for Sky QI ). Memories. Also Carl and Matt have started being on Emmerdale again. Carl is having lots of sex with Chastity, and neither Matt nor Tom nor Rosemary like it. Scandal.
I haven't posted in a while. Despite meaning to. This is sort of what I meant by 'leaving Livejournal a bit'. I'd like to make it clear, because it's been bugging me, that if my journal gets boring now I'm not focusing on squee so much, or deserted because I don't update so often, that anyone no longer interested is perfectly free to defriend me. I'm sort of vaguely expecting it. So. If you want to, do so. I don't see myself going back to how I was before anytime soon.
The existential angst is less, though not completely gone. Buying a pair of black leather gloves has not soothed my eco-guilt. Though they are pretty. I'm sort of looking at/for jobs in the theatre or film, or maybe publishing, industry, in Nottingham. There is a problem that I'd really like a flat before I get a job, so I have somewhere to live if they ask me to start straight away, but I'd really like a job before I get a flat so I'm sure I can pay the rent. Probably this is a common problem for people who move away from home, but at the moment is quite scary. Especially since I've never actually got a job before, by applying and sending a CV and being good enough or anything. Volunteering and "my dad getting me one" experience might not count, I think.
My nephew is here. He still likes to throw things at my face. And hit me with shoes when mum pretends to love me better to make him feel guilty. I'd quite like a way to make him stop that. He is small so we forgive him though. And occasionally puts on mum's new ankle-high zip up boots and walks ("walks") around in them. So. I love him really. He just - throws things at my face. Stop that, nephew.
I might make a list of my favourite characters and stick it on the wall, for moral support/guidance. Except that a lot of them are serial killers, or otherwise emotionally unstable. There are even a few Satans, and two Hitchers. In conclusion, someone should definitely make a Sawyer vid to 'Holding Out For A Hero'. Just because it would amuse me.
I am probably going to sign up for Yuletide. Almost definitely.
ETA: There's a problem, I think, in that when I'm excited about things and try to post about them, I get wound up and it gives me a stress headache, and when I wait till I am calmer I'm - not as excited about them anymore. I don't know what kind of effect this has on my actual posts. Probably none until I outlined the MENTAL MESS they cover. Unless this is completely normal, of course.
I haven't posted in a while. Despite meaning to. This is sort of what I meant by 'leaving Livejournal a bit'. I'd like to make it clear, because it's been bugging me, that if my journal gets boring now I'm not focusing on squee so much, or deserted because I don't update so often, that anyone no longer interested is perfectly free to defriend me. I'm sort of vaguely expecting it. So. If you want to, do so. I don't see myself going back to how I was before anytime soon.
The existential angst is less, though not completely gone. Buying a pair of black leather gloves has not soothed my eco-guilt. Though they are pretty. I'm sort of looking at/for jobs in the theatre or film, or maybe publishing, industry, in Nottingham. There is a problem that I'd really like a flat before I get a job, so I have somewhere to live if they ask me to start straight away, but I'd really like a job before I get a flat so I'm sure I can pay the rent. Probably this is a common problem for people who move away from home, but at the moment is quite scary. Especially since I've never actually got a job before, by applying and sending a CV and being good enough or anything. Volunteering and "my dad getting me one" experience might not count, I think.
My nephew is here. He still likes to throw things at my face. And hit me with shoes when mum pretends to love me better to make him feel guilty. I'd quite like a way to make him stop that. He is small so we forgive him though. And occasionally puts on mum's new ankle-high zip up boots and walks ("walks") around in them. So. I love him really. He just - throws things at my face. Stop that, nephew.
I might make a list of my favourite characters and stick it on the wall, for moral support/guidance. Except that a lot of them are serial killers, or otherwise emotionally unstable. There are even a few Satans, and two Hitchers. In conclusion, someone should definitely make a Sawyer vid to 'Holding Out For A Hero'. Just because it would amuse me.
I am probably going to sign up for Yuletide. Almost definitely.
ETA: There's a problem, I think, in that when I'm excited about things and try to post about them, I get wound up and it gives me a stress headache, and when I wait till I am calmer I'm - not as excited about them anymore. I don't know what kind of effect this has on my actual posts. Probably none until I outlined the MENTAL MESS they cover. Unless this is completely normal, of course.
