girlofprey

Oh, there's a special in the new Total Film about Malcolm McDowell, probably to do with the release of If... on DVD (just when I can't afford it, thanks again world), and it has pictures of him from when he was younger, and now all I want to do is read fic about young, sexy Linderman with superpowers. OH, THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.

Perdy's being beautiful on Emmerdale, and tonight she was being beautiful with a kitten, and Rosemary's being absolutely horrible to her, and is clearly going to throttle the kitten and be all "Perdy, WHY WOULD YOU KILL YOUR OWN KITTEN?" soon enough, but I don't care. Hopefully Rosemary will be found out soon. Or get accidentally stabbed in the eye. I wish nice things happened sometimes in soaps. Not like people being stabbed in the eye, just like people being nice to each other for a change. I'm forced to imagine Jimmy touching Carl in a loving but worried way somewhere off screen. Damn it.

In job news, I am still not king, but I did go into another recruitment agency I spotted over the weekend, and that seemed to go quite well. It's a good thing I stuck it out at dad's company last year, because it's mainly clerical work they're looking for and they ask for at least six months experience. I had to explain to the woman that June to December was six months, but after that everything went swimmingly. They made me do a typing test and a test to prove I could use Word ("Save this file", "Select this text", "Insert the form field 'TabCopy' at the selected point"), but my scores were great apparently, so they made me do an audio test, and I think I did alright at that, although there was a lot of stopping and starting and turning the speed down. Then they went over my CV and application form, told me about a temp position and a permanent position they had both of which started asap, and generally let me go feeling a lot brighter about the job situation.

However, the permanent job (trainee clerical-type at a law firm) requires me to touch type, and I said I could because I assume I can, but apparently they sent a girl recently who said she could and had a high typing speed, but she actually couldn't. And now I'm looking, and I'm not sure if I can do it or not. I think I'm half-touch-typing - using various fingers sometimes, but sometimes just dancing around with the index fingers. IS THAT WHAT TOUCH-TYPING IS LIKE? Oh, it's maddening. I don't really want to cancel the attempt for an interview because I'm not sure I can touch-type. I assumed it was just being able to type without looking at the keyboard. Maybe it is. Apparently the firm angered this company before by sending someone who couldn't touch-type. But oh well. I think I can. Even if I can't, my typing speed is 56wpm apparently. Who said Livejournal doesn't prepare you for the world of work?

I also applied to draw the money out of my post office account today, to go into my bank. It's slightly sad when the first payment was made in there by someone 4 months after I was born, but needs must. I'm leaving it open with pennies in it though. And possibly interest. Dad's transferring the other money over too, but you can only do so much at a time apparently, so I'm going to have to wait till tomorrow to transfer it to the other account. And then the rest on Thursday. Hopefully I'll have a job by then too, and I can just ignore it. The agency are waiting on my references, but think things should be settled by then. And I will possibly be earning again, hurrah. Also, while applying I totally mentioned "planning to go on holiday in November". Score.

You remember that thing with my internet a few weeks ago? Where I got charged £173 for nothing, as far as I could see? I called my internet company to ask about it, and they told me that was a standard call out fee, to fix a fault in the line, leaving me to explain that a) I hadn't had a fault in the line and hadn't called anyone out, b) if anyone had come out, I wasn't told about it, and c) the call out apparently happened on the same day I got the bill. And the bill, I later noticed, was dated 10 days earlier. Anyway, they saw my point, but the problem was it was a direct debit, so the money had already gone out, and it wasn't a charge from them apparently but from BT who had charged them for it, if you see what I mean.

They said they'd wait for the payment to go through and then query it with BT, and I said fine, but didn't hear anything from them. So I called them back yesterday, and explained again that no I had no call out/the dates are rubbish/it's more than £95 anyway, and they checked to see what was happening with it. Apparently, 'querying things with BT', because BT drags their heels about it, can take up to 2 months. Which seems - rubbish, to say the least.

I thought it was okay though, because I have money in my account to tide me over. But looking at it again, and given that £400 goes out at the start every month on bills and rent, that may not actually be the case. Possibly it's the time to cut any unnecessary spending, like food, for a while. But given that I have the internet, a TV, a cinema Unlimited card, and a whole mess of books and DVDs I haven't read/watched yet, that possibly might not be a bad thing.

I still feel like I should complain though. I'm just not sure who to.

My mother has mostly completely forgiven me for my shameful slip-up. Since you're all so TRAGICALLY CONCERNED by my plight. The Katie situation has turned slightly stressful again, so it's sort of the least of everyone's worries. I'm going to buy her something really nice when I get paid. Really really nice.

Speaking of money, I don't think I'll be getting as much as I thought I would on Wednesday/Thursday. And what with all the costs mounting up, I'm not sure I'll have much of it left by Saturday. Since I just booked a ticket for POTC2 next Thursday, I decided it was about time I ordered my graduation gown. See me 'balance' my priorities. It's good, actually, because the ceremony is 3 weeks on Thursday, and the official company can't guarantee orders within three weeks. Go me! I did not get a scarf or mascot bear. Woe.

Mostly though, I love Neverwhere. ( Non-spoilery talk about that )

In other news, Katie was here tonight, and told what she'd named my kitten 'in her head'. I need to think of a name. Fast. I still seem to be stuck on 'Flibble' though. But I really don't want to name it after a psychotic penguin handpuppet. Tell me it's a bad idea. Please?

Currently, I am mostly dead from the clip of R Kelly's R&B opera 'Coming Out of the Closet' (?) shown on 8 Out Of 10 Cats (mii-dget! mii-dget!). Which, in the tradition of apparently all British quiz shows (if not just British comedy), is turning out to be as gay as toast.

My feet hurt more than ever today. My blisters had blisters. But mostly I was filing at a desk (watch me put things in numerical order!), so it was all quite good, and I only went into the future from boredom and tiredness a couple of times. During lunch I walked into the city centre and looked at all the shiny things I can afford now, though I made the mistake of wandering into a bookshop. I can't afford new books. By which I mean, there is no space in my room, nor indeed my house, for books. I didn't even move all of the ones from Nottingham back with me, yet my general impression was still 'Books! So many books! How did I get them?! Where did they come from?!?'. This may mean I have to start actually reading the ones I have, rather than just 'collecting' the UNCLAIMED ones in bookshops. Ho hum.

It turns out that I'm not getting paid my vast wads of new cash till the end of the month anyway, which seems ever so slightly rubbish, considering our current position in the month. Probably I can talk dad into lending me some. For flat shoes, amongst other things.

In other news:

• I nearly read a dark Lost fic last night about Jack breaking Sawyer's spirit, and have pretty much only just stopped panicking distraughtly. R Kelly helped (mii-dget!).



• I watched Saturday's episode of Drwho, which my dad had mysteriously taped, and watched. ( Spoilers, probably )



• My sister has kittens. I am horribly in love with the black and ginger one. My dad doesn't seem enamoured of us having it though, since we'll soon be swapping the dog for her grown-up cat. And I suppose I don't have the time to look after it properly, working 9 to 5, anyway. And given that I don't know what I'm doing in the next year, or where I'm going to be living, I probably shouldn't be tying myself down with a pet. But...::sigh::



• I still love Suburban Shootout.

I go now to look up train times to London, and possibly renew my virus subscription (passwords and secret answers my eye!).

Emmerdale! Oh how I love it. ( Spoileriness for the omnibus )

Anyway. I have been mostly spending money since FINISHING MY DEGREE. Partly on a flexible ticket to London on the 8th of June. The Midland Mainline will apparently get me there in two hours, but the adverts that say tickets are £6? THEY LIE. Also I'm apparently going to St Pancras station, so I'll have to find a friendly man to direct me to Waterloo. Or possibly get another train. And oh, does 'space on the floor' mean I need a sleeping bag? If so, I may possibly need to stash it somewhere before the show. It does not fit in a small bag, no.

(You may have noticed I'm still not entirely keeping up with the flist since gaining my freedom. I probably won't until I get back to 24-hour access at home. I'm still keeping a sporadic eye on things, but important and relevant events might warrant a post to my journal just to be sure.)

Anyway. I've been frequenting the cinema as well. Tragically I missed Confetti's run, but I saw Brick again, which is STILL fabulous. It's a high-school murder mystery, in the style of the old detective novels, and has Claire from Lost in it. I don't want to say too much, because you really need to see it "clean", and I'd like to be all cool and low-key about it's greatness. But I have a new OTP from it, and new cabin boys for Fantasy Pirate League. And YOU SHOULD ALL GO SEE IT.

Also I've seen X-Men 3, before the weekend rush.

( General impressions )

See how I make up for my recent absence with posts of randomness and huge.

Also:

• There should be Life on Mars icons with Futurama quotes on them. Particularly one of crazy!Sam saying 'Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that!'. And Gene was pretty much made for 'The time for touchy-feely communication is past'. Also one of Ray saying 'Damn you old man!'. And ANY OF A HUNDRED OTHERS.



• I love Sheenagh Pugh's fanfiction book.



• The new "Empire" reviews Aquamarine, teen girl mermaid film of the summer, but has no time for the 'lesbian subtext'. VINDICATION!

I now go back from whence I came. To squee about Emmerdale some more, probably.

My nephew has been here for some hours. I need to sleep now. After Green Wing. And watching my recording of Snuff Box from BBC3 (I don't know what it is, but it stars Dixon Bainbridge and Bob Fossil from The Mighty Boosh, so I'm there). And I would record the Life on Mars repeat on at 2:55 (?!) tonight, except that they apparently started them a while ago, and I have YET AGAIN missed the first two episodes.

::headdesk::

Thank you for all your kind birthday messages :) I love you all longtime ::does sexy dance::

In other Emmerdale news, Carl hired a pretty young male secretary to temp for him and his brothers. I love Carl very much. But that was a while ago. Tonight, from what I saw Jimmy does not seem to be assuming that his new place as head of the family and favoured son means he gets to have the gay brothersex with Carl. Thank God. And Matthew responded to Sadie's suggestions they have the sex by saying he'd just had his breakfast. I shall say no more.

I'm in that usual position now I have money of trying to decide if I should just have it, and spend it casually and freely on the things I see everyday, and have a good time, or carefully and logically deduce and buy the most important things I've wanted FOR AGES, and have Stuff. Such as this book, which I've been moping about for a while, and JUST REALISED is available for £1.75 if I get it used.

::Headdesk, yes::

I'm amusing myself picking new icons now. And no-one can stop me.

I'm meant to have read Robinson Crusoe by now. I haven't. You'd think a book about living on a desert island would be vaguely fun and interesting, even if the life itself is probably not. But no. Crusoe has spent about five pages (altogether) trying to figure out how to make a basket. And talking about how he never thought about God at all, EVEN THOUGH GOD IS ALL HE EVER TALKS ABOUT. Hmph. It's not a patch on Lost.

I was planning to order a whole bunch of stuff from dvd.co.uk this weekend, with my secure laptop and all, and what with my masses of repaid Credit Fraud money. On further thought it occured to me that if I spent all my money on the Internet, I would once again not have any. For, say, buying things in town, which I enjoy. Or going to the cinema. Say, the Cuban Cinema Season at the Broadway. Or doing anything at all. But if I don't spend any of it on Stuff, I'm most likely to just buy takeout for weeks, and have nothing.

This is why you shouldn't think. >:|

It's getting close to the Connotations 'want to come again?' time, I think. Which I really do, but I'm not sure I'll be able to afford it again. Of course, I'll hopefully have a job by the summer, but I don't tend to have very much luck in that area. Hmmm. I do want to see my LJ friends again. And do squeeing. My RL is tragically squee-free, mostly. Hmm.

Maybe I'll just hold my own con. Sea of Souls Con. We can have panels like 'How Gay is Craig?', and 'What is the Point of Justine?'. I've got a double bed and some floor space. And I could bake a cake! Sort of. It might be a ghost cake. It would be great though.

Back to Nottingham in a few hours ::sniff::

I have signed up for far too many things at the radio again.

One of these is a midnight showing of Harry Potter next Thursday, if we can get tickets.

I'm actually quite looking forward to this though. It is probably going to be a group outing, and we will be recording it on minidisc and interviewing all the other non-reviewy people who turned out to watch Harry Potter at midnight. I have never been to a midnight showing before. And even though I spent the last Harry Potter film experience sitting thinking '...is this it?', this one looks quite good. In the adverts at least. Still feeling no shame that I haven't read any of the books but the latest one. Nope.

Another thing I agreed to do is a review of film I have not seen yet for tomorrow. When I really ought to be reading more Ovid.

::is sad no-one supports my idea for a Metamorphoses-based all-girl crime-fighting posse. Sadface fullstop::

And I still love Nathan Barley, and none of you can stop me, hah! Though words are sadly not forthcoming.

In other news: my parents gave me money. Apparently I 'ground them down', in that I 'took advantage of their much-professed offer to give me all the money I needed'. But I have vague money. Yay.

Christmas is coming. Omg.

Went to the house. Arrived to find Kathy arranging flowers in the front room - bless. My room's actually a lot bigger than I remembered. Well, not as tiny. And the room's I thought were huge like Kathy's room and the kitchen, not so huge. I've decided not to trust my memory any longer. It takes too much artistic license. But it's a nice place, even if it smells a bit funny and there seems to be soil under my desk, and a nicer area than last year, and we have a MICROWAVE, omg. And I have a hole in the wall with a rail in it wardrobe and chest of drawers all to myself, and K and J, so yay!

Took MOST of my things. It all seems to fit. Including all my DVDs and clothes. Here's hoping no formal dinners come along to bite me in the ass before tomorrow. I'm making the final trip with the last vague remnants tomorrow, after the Sunday lunch and chocolate cake mum used to beg convince me to stay an extra day, and then I shall be moved in for my third year. And internet-free. Jos is meant to be sorting it, but it'll probably be patchy for a while. I'll have to try to keep up with Connotations news. E-mail me if anything important happens?

I keep thinking about all the crap I'm going to have to sort out aka pay for when I go back. These are up to and including: a TV license, house insurance, a bus pass, a student railcard, (for) a train ticket to Connotations, paying my dad back for rent, paying my tuition fees, getting more books from my reading list, reading said books, internet installation costs, and various 'leisure' expenses whores will have their trinkets!!. A small price to pay for independence and education? Less of the small, please.

But I am psyched. Honestly. :)

In other news: Bearshare.net! Fun with playlists, yay!

Went to town with grandmother and mum today. She bought me cake! In our little town's vaguely posh cafe-thing. There is a brand new 'cafe-bar' nearby, which serves onion rings and whatnot, but I did not think my grandmother would be able to sit on the seats, or if she could, get back up again. Still, it requires further investigation in the summer (aka next week), I think. Hmm. The cake came with a huge dollop of ice-cream, which the waitress did not mention was 85p extra, the cunning hag, but grandmother was paying so its all the same to me. There was another cake which my mother and I thought was called Sex and Toffee, which was tempting, but it turned out to be Texan Toffee, and all gone (no suprise, frankly), so we had other cake, and I felt a bit sick but happy :)

Yay, I have £360! Sort of. I'm not sure if the £110 for connotations has gone out yet - awaiting my next bank statement. But I owe dad £200 for rent anyway. So slightly less money. But more than yesterday, perhaps. Enough for things. And no-one told me The White Stripes had a new album out! I caused a slight disaster getting it down to look at it in Tesco's, but I am tempted. Oh yes I am. The songs have pretty names. Hmm.

East of Eden is out on DVD :D. Though sadly very expensively. Btw, WH Smith and Tesco CD/DVD prices kick the arse of so-called CD/DVD shops ::looks at you, HMV and Virgin:: Hmm.

The father of my sister's baby almost went to jail. But didn't. They've reduced his fines, apparently. A part of me is slightly disappointed, but he does seem to be helping her out a lot, so yes. Hm.

Lolita is sort of pissing me off. I don't know. I sort of like it. When Lolita is not around. Not that I dislike her, she seems like a perfectly nice kid, but Mr Humbert does have a nasty tendency to go off into flowery, intoxicated, showers-of-gold (not like that)-type speech, which makes me roll my eyes until I go blind and pass out. But all the other adults seem so annoying compared to him that you can't help but like him...until you realise you're only seeing them through his possibly self-delusional paedophilia-celebrating eyes and you just want to choke him again. Hmm. I will finish it though. I'd like to see where the story goes, even if we pretty much know what happens to Humbert Humbert. I am sort of in love with the girl on the front cover though. With her painted nails and Dorothy dress and pretty is-she-19-or-is-she-12? face, and sunshine and grass. Mmm.

I have begun writing what will hopefully turn out to be a nice Mickey/Rose/Doctor/Jack piece. With, yes, much focus on Mickey, who doesn't get much fic-love from anyone but me, le sigh.

( Thoughts on why I like him so )

What's this about Billie Piper leaving Who after the first series anyway? It's new to me.

Hmm. I quite like these long posts, although I worry they bore the Hell out of everyone else. One advantage of being at home (when the computer's free, anyway ::eyeroll...::).