You said you were speechless

So er..

( I bring Christmas music? )

Other than attempting to get into the holiday mood, the annual family reunion is currently going on in my house. Which means I've barricaded my door and am currently cowering under my bed to escape the force-feeding. Last night I had a nightmare of my grandmother zombie-walking towards me, holding food in both hands.

I also have marginally less work for the next three weeks. Which still means I have to do an essay when I'd rather go through every single book in my room.

Yes. Right. How're you, then?

Ahaha. Yeah. So Harris County, along with most of the Houston area has been declared a disaster zone. We're ok, but we have no power, water, or communications.

Er. I'm typing this in Austin. Where they have all, pfft. We're headed back to Houston, now-ish: debris in our garden, in our street etc. need to be cleared.

But yeah, should be back in London on Wednesday - the airport is flooded, too, and should be cleared (apparently) by Tuesday.

But, yes! I'm OK! Everyone is ok! We were away from the flood-prone areas and (only I CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE TO SAY ONLY) two of our neighbours got flooded in.

( oh god, so today? was bad. )
but er.. I am incapable of emo-ing for more than fifteen minutes? I am all smiley again thanks to the amazingness that is fandom stupidity and Will Smith. No, seriously. so, here:

have delicious wank!

http://www.journalfen.net/community/fandom_wank/1175040.html

I have an unholy love for Simon Pegg.

BUT! THINGS!

( music! for er.. one. )

I finished watching Gokusen 2, and at the end I tried to make sense of the story line. But mostly, I just flailed a lot.

( And wrote Ryu/Hayato for Romi. So er. Where do I post this? I HATE BEING NEW TO FANDOMS OMG. )

AND! The No-Good Boy decided to be nice and buy me vintage Who! When I get back from 10 +++ hours of slaving away in IKEA (DOWEJIHRIO KIDS. HATE KIDS. SCREAMING SCUM.), I HAVE TOM BAKER! WHEEEE!

EDIT: MORE SINGAPORE SONGS: http://www.mediafire.com//?sharekey=7a7de2f444fd767995af63b7d44918aa674b555dafba47c7

( emoness! OHNOES )

But!

Songs that've been stuck in my head for the last eleventy bazillion days:

Bump of Chicken - Joushaken

and!

Jason Mraz - I'm Yours

Aaaaand the surefire way to chase away any blues:
1) Mecha Mecha Iketeru! I have no idea what they're saying, it looks like several people are getting hurt, and there're random performances by random people in what appear to be straightjackets. The best entertainment anyone needs. Oh! It's got karaoke!

2) Starbucks' Coffee flavoured icecream, with actual coffeebeans in it!

3) KAT-TUN. Stupid band.

4) Doctor Who series 4 downloading ridiculously fast. Possibly due to the fact that Catherine Tate's in it. I swear, her awesomeness transcends everything. Also, a part of me wants to see Lauren Cooper suddenly get sucked into the TARDIS. I mean, this was good: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxB1gB6K-2A, but MOAR.

...I'm in India.

This is upsetting.

It's so hot, my clothes are sticking to me.

Oh dear.

Also, the monsoon season started the day I landed.

It's raining.

I am generally wet, sweaty and annoyed.

Whoo.

Done.

While I might have very, very few bad things to say about my degree, I am so glad that's over.

I think I might sleep for a week.


...Or y'know. Watch some *pnish*

The upsetting thing is, London weather has somehow decided to be the most perfect thing in the world and I'm too tired to go the park!



ALSO OMG I HAD FORGOTTEN HOW GOOD BUBBLE TEA WAS!!! THINGS TO MISS ABOUT ASIA: #3559

No, seriously.

It refuses to go off on bank holidays (i.e.: yesterday), which led to me oversleeping and fretting a ridiculous amount about work.

I was meant to sleep until about 9 today. It went off three times between 6:45 and 7:15, and by then I was too awake to go back to sleep.

So, does naming inanimate objects give them human-ness? Is that even a word? If I had not named it after a person in my department who I swear is the son of a mafia member (HE MAKES STATEMENTS ABOUT HOW ILLEGALITIES = GOOD. AND HAS A BODYGUARD. Ok maybe not, but he COULD), would it be as vindictive?

(Ask me about my theory that my whole department is a front for the mafia. Go on. Dare you.)

Next phone I get, I'm naming Lazy Mclazerson. Or er.. 怠け者.

(Thank god for Jim Breen? That means lazy, apparently!)

BACK TO WORK.

This post was brought to you in by COFFEE, in association with fuckloads of work, and quite possibly by liberal institutionalism. I'm not too sure yet. Get back to you on that!

Er... How is everyone? Especially people I haven't spoken to in solongomg?!

ETA OMGOMGOMGOGMGOMGOGMGOGMGOMGO WQERHQWOJHRNWQJNEQWERHNWUQRHUWQH 'SHAMBLES ON THE 13TH + FANDOM-Y STUFF = BEST DAY IN A LONG TIME OMGOMGOMG

Yeah. So.

I forgot to mention music in an analysis of artistic techniques in a film. *Head.Fucking.Desk.*

In other news, I was going over old fic I had written on msn convos and over emails, and er.. There's a lot of it.

There's an especially high number of Graham/Carl fics. WTF?

( Ooh look, stupidly old fic! )

Also? I hate the taste of papayas.

ETA: Fucking fuck's sake, London. My hair was perfect half an hour ago. STOP IT WITH THE RANDOM WEATHER, ALREADY.

So, it's been about 2 years since I last used this properly.

I have an Anthro exam in 4 days, and so obviously my roommate and I are pretending to work - she's filing her nails and I'm listening to, and moaning about Pete Doherty (surprise! But srsly, wtf? Stop ruining the acoustic lullabies!).

It's crazy how much I feel like the same girl I was when I was 17, and so different. Still the same damn fangirl. I've just moved onto crazier pastures now. Damn Romi and Japan, etc. I blame her. As always.

( Me + Shiny things + LONDONOMG = NO WORK. )

I am so furious, I am actually shaking. No I did not expect us to beat Portugal because, quite frankly, we need Ruud and van Basten decided NOT to play him. I don't like Ruud but he's the best finisher we have.

Yes, fine we lost. But the fights? For FUCK'S sake. That was fucking ridiculous. And the ref was fucking SHIT. 4 fucking red cards and 16 yellows. My dad's going to buy the beer and we're going to sit about getting drunk watching the fucking highlights of the game. Unfortunately, the brilliant chances that we had will be utterly overshadowed by the ridiculous fights that seemed to sprout up every three minutes.

I have no words except for the fact that I'm spending the rest of this World cup supporting Spain. Or Argentina. Or someone.

And this is the first time in my entire life (and I have supported Holland all my life) that I'm this furious after a game.

I've spent the last two weeks watching football. We have our laptops on in school to watch espn360 and I watch as many replays as possible at home.

And I've taken all the days that Holland have played off. (Which meant I was watching the Argentinian demolition of Serbia. And am now dreading Wednesday.)

Brazil was boring today. Australia was not! (yay Kewell!!) I was vaguely impressed by the American team but more amused at the ref (who the mafia is going to kill. Obvs.) France vs SKorea put me to sleep and I would like to know where the Czechs were on Saturday? (well done to Ghana, though)

Also, Holland. Ok, we're through. We'll meet Portugal or Mexico next and get knocked out 3-1 or so, if the team continues its dismal performance. And Ivory Coast was so, so fantastic that I actually wanted them to win... They should've been in a different group.

So the concert was blah. I had to leave early because my dad (i.e: my ride) has a conference call at 5 in the morning.

So We Are Scientists were fucking energetic, jumping about everywhere. Only problem was the fact that there was too much noise and the best bit (in my opinion), the lyrics, were barely decipherable.

Arctic Monkeys (for the 20 minutes I saw them) were stationary, more or less but the music was amazing. The last song I heard was Cigarette Smoke which is easily one of my favourites but I could barely make out the words (and I didn't hear the snorting some coke off her thighs bit!)

So, now I have hair that reeks of smoke, minimal alcohol in my blood and I can't hear ANYTHING.


When's DPT coming here again?

Meep!

(I think the most annoying thing is that this is the first concert I've come out of without adrenaline pounding or the desire to fall asleep while listening to their music. I'm listening to Placebo right now.)

BUT! On the other hand! 11 hrs, 39 mins left!

1. Exams = Over. This is good. However, I still have coursework to do. About 16 pieces. This is the point where I really, really wish I had just done A levels instead.

2. 3 days, 22 hours, 2 mins, 43 seconds to the World Cup. I have my Holland scarf, my Orange lion and days-that-I-will-be-ill-on calendar ready. Fortunately, most of the teachers will be off as well.

3. I've been fighting with my parents because they don't think I'm serious enough for anything. This was after I woke everyone up at 6 because of the England - Jamaica friendly.

4. Crouch dance = LOVE.

5. Jensen Ackles = Sex. I didn't want to watch Superntural when it first came out because I was (and still am) terrified of all things creepy/scary etc. But I remembered him off Dark Angel and I decided to suck it up and watch. Er. Which has resulted in me waking up in the middle of the night thinking there's someone with a knife behind me. Not good.

6. Supernatural = Scary!love, yaye!

7. Arctic Monkeys and We Are Scientists on Thursday. And I'm not too sure I'm looking forward to it.

8. My friend was driving me back today and her car broke down on the street, so we had to wait to be picked up by parents and then SHE had to wait for the AAA person to tow her car away. When my dad picked me up and I bitched about how her mother had just LEFT her there to fend for herself, he told me he'd have done the same. I'm not impressed.

9. Said friend is also upset because the boy she fancies has got a girlfriend who he's serious about. (She didn't have the courage to ask him this because she was too scared of being rejected so I asked him for her. When I told her, her face fell and she left the coffee house immediately.) She's having a really bad day.

10. Er. World Cup in 3 days, 21 hours, 53 minutes and 51 seconds. I am very, very, very, very, very excited.
Our first match is against Serbia and I think we might actually win.

is surprisingly good in concert...

I wasn't expecting much (what with it being James Blunt, and all) but he was funny and I was actually singing along.

The best bit was making fun of his accent and comparing him to Jesus and/or Chris Martin (except less hunched over) and watching my friend's brother fall asleep repeatedly.

But the most surprising thing was how posh most of the people there were. There were people in suits and there were balding men holding beers on the floor and there was a cafe thingy between the floor and the gallery. There were actual coffee tables and people sitting there and watching the gig!

I've never seen that before

I'm 17. I feel stuck somewhere between 10 and ... some other age.

Yay! So I have the windows wide open (see: hot here. like boiling hot.) and We Are Scientists playing and the neighbours can go screw themselves cos they usually have 50 cent playing at 3 in the morning and that's just cruel because hi, I like sleep.

Tomorrow is sports day and ironically enough, I'm going to be wearing my old school Tshirt because in the year and a half I've been in Houston, it's not occured to me to actually buy a house shirt. It'd be a waste anyway cos I might actually wear it once a year. At most.

Thursday is my birthday and I might go see my school play rugby or I might have dinner with my family. Or I might do my English essay that I've been putting off for about 3 weeks now.

Andandand! I got told that people love me and I'm in a comfy little cocoon and have been since last night. I like feeling happy and smiling like a crazy loon, because there's not much else to do and because I actually feel like it!

Er.. Right this post was completely pointless, then.

I nearly burst into tears during a lesson today and it's just shocking to think about how much everything that was said affected me.

It started off with someone discovering a little 'Fuck you' written next to my signature on my friend's book and that had me teetering between shock and upset-ness.
But then (and somehow cheering myself up involves me being snarky) I said something to a friend and I said I was joking 3 seconds later, but she turned to me and said 'You are so fucking up yourself sometimes, you deserve to be slapped.'

And that was the end of that.

So I was sitting next to her and trying not to break down in front of fucking everybody.

Then it turned out the fuck you had been written by someone I thought I was close to in school and I don't know how to take it because he was smiling about it and looking utterly unconcerned.

I wasn't too impressed, somehow.

(I told her I was ready to cry later, and she hugged me and said she was on her period anyway and that I should fucking punch him because this isn't the first time he's made me question just how close we are. Her exact words were 'forget that fucking dickheaded cunt unless he apologises' but for some reason I can't because I actually care about him. I don't even know why anymore.)

Hello!

Tell me something exciting and interesting, please.

I've been taking a break from life in general for the past week or so. Nothing but essays and TV can drive a person insane. Luckily, I was already at that state...

Yesterday, I got so sick of the complete lack of control in my life, I hacked half my hair off. It's now ear length, lopsided and jagged.

Naturally, I feel it's the best hairstyle I've had in a long time.

Also: facial wax? OMGNO. It hurt and itched and my face was swollen for an hour and I could just barely glare at my mum for making me do this. (Her reasoning was that it was time I became a woman.) I won't be able to look at the salon without blushing. There were all these middle-aged, Indian women in saris whose heads snapped up when I yelled "Fucking hell".

Sometimes I don't know whether I love my culture or if I hate it.