Right, so work just totally overpaid me. By like loads. As in I'll still have to give them some back and they've only paid me for a week so far. I'm supposed to be getting £350 a week and they've just paid me £350 a day. That, or somebody in there can't count.

I literally cannot stop laughing.

This room is fucking stupid. There isn't even a table to put my laptop on. It's even smaller than my dorm room at uni, ffs! *growl*

This house is getting on my fucking nerves. Seriously. First the landlord tries to fix the bed with duct tape - promptly collapses. Obv.

Then my flat mate fixes it and it still breaks. Actually, this is still part one.

Then I get shafted to drawer space in the fridge without being asked first. Where the fuck am I supposed to put my food? Just because I don't cook often doesn't mean I don't keep food, you wanktard! Worse yet, he tries to guess what's mine and what belonged to the guy I was sharing with without actually knowing shit about me, so of course all my stuff got mixed up. And it's not like I wasn't there. I was right in the fucking other room, he could've asked!

Then there was the incident where he asked me to move my stuff so he could stain the chests of drawers, then five seconds later told me the one my stuff was in was already stained, then proceeded to drop my clothes on the floor the next day when he decided to stain it anyway (even though it looks exactly the same now!) That's about when I had enough and yelled at him. Fucking twat.

This room just takes the fucking bacon. No wonder nobody wanted to rent it for like six months.

And if that's not enough, now some asshole is taking up half my drawer with their junk. I can't even get my stuff out! Why can't people stay on their fucking own shelf?! I don't even have a bloody shelf! They have no right to be horning in on my meagre space. If I was a different type of person, I'd just take it out, dump it on the counter and let it spoil. I might just do it anyway, this house has me in such a grumpy fucking mood.

*sigh*

The countdown begins. Five more nights and I'm out of here.

( So...Twilight in a nutshell )

( New Moon in a nutshell )

In conclusion, I thought New Moon was fair. And that Jailbait Black was pretty fit for jailbait. As were all the werewolves. Dayum. And I felt guilty every single second he had his shirt off. Edward should oughta go to the gym so he can be fit too, methinks.

So I'm being dragged out tomorrow at midnight to see New Moon. *sigh* I've had the book since August and...you know how books are supposed to be a pastime? As in make time go past at a slightly faster speed than it would if you were watching paint dry? Yeah, I was reading it on a train and I could swear I was reading for hours, I actually thought I'd missed my stop but we hadn't even hit Preston yet. Preston is twenty minutes away. So when a book makes time move slower? Yeah, not a good sign.

I really tried. I really did. It was a birthday present and I always give those a go. It's just--does that chick have nothing without a man? Christ. I so want to punch her in the face, but more intellectually than really feeling it. I don't really feel much more than faintly annoyed and "oh my God are we there yet?" when I read it. Exasperated, I suppose. I don't know if it'd be different if I'd read the first one. Is the first one any buffer for the second one? Nevermind. I'm not gonna read it anyway.

And now I'm gonna watch the movie. If I didn't like these people, I'd so think of an excuse not to go. But I do and it's a night out so whatevs.

Haha, just saw a job description specifying that you need to know what 'fandom' is. Little quotation marks included. lol That is awesome. That it's for the Top Gear website makes it Awesome Squared. Too bad it's way way waaay over my head or I'd be all over that. Maybe if I was my boss, but alas.

Here's hoping they're looking for underlings in the near future. XD I'd be like "ooh! Me! Me! I know what fandom is! I watch Top Gear! I can learn about cars...probably!"

Back in the ol' LP. It's so weird. This isn't my room. It smells like varnish, it doesn't have a couch and I broke the bed in, like, two seconds flat--not even doing anything interesting! Though I was pretty dubious about it from the start when I saw the landlord patching it up with duct tape. Um, yeah, 200 plus pounds? There's no way that was going to end well. Oh well, it's only for two weeks. This smell's giving me a headache, though.

Though I loathe to crack a window, I fear I must...

Why is it that the Internet always goes on the fritz when I'm trying to do a last minute application form for a job I don't really want? For fuck's sake, Internet!!!

And yet LJ works. W.T.F.

At least it's not as last minute as usual, I technically have until Monday - usually I leave this until ten minutes before midnight. Is it really stupid to bother applying for this when I know full well that I'm not gonna want to move to London? Probably. Maybe I'm secretly hoping they'll say, oh don't worry to move down, we have buildings all over the country, just pick one!

...it could happen!

You know, I'd totally want this job if it wasn't in London. Why why why universe?! I've been to London like 4 times by now and not once did I get a vibe like I wanted to be there. Maybe when we first flew into Heathrow 7 years ago. I think that might've been more new country than OMGI<3London. Not like I could see much, we went straight from the airport to the motorway IIRC. Anyway, we're not talking about seeing, we're talking about vibing. Don't like the vibe. Don't know why, I just don't.

And it's a shame since I tick loads of the boxes in the job description too! And the boxes I don't tick are totally fakeable. Bah London. Oh well, I'll finish this tomorrow. I'm nothing if not a timewaster.

Aw man! The kung fu teacher I used to go to doesn't live here anymore, so there's no more classes and the private lessons are £30 a pop! Fuckin' hell. Maybe if I wasn't so poor. Dude, I'm so disappointed. Like really disappointed. That was the thing I was most looking forward to when I moved back home since I couldn't get a good class in Liverpool. :(

Not cool, universe. Now where am I going to learn to kick ass?

Man, I feel like I did when they ended Kamen Rider on a cliffhanger...

Is it weird that I'm refusing to watch a show because the main character sounds like a character who reminded me of a character, both of which I hated? I excuse it to myself as "it's a dead sounding voice" but really it's the reminding of the reminding.

I think I have reached a new level of shallow. Even lower than "yeah, I'm only watching it 'cause I like the theme song"; possibly even lower than "Nah, everybody's forehead's too big. Not watching!" Though I think that second instance was also because all the big foreheads reminded me of another character I seriously disliked. Huh.

Same shallow as always, then.

I waited for-fucking-ever to see the last episode of Kamen Rider Decade, Veoh was being such an asshole about letting me watch it. Even today I had to keep refreshing and jiggling the timeline etc. And I finally got to the end and...

What the fuck kind of ending is THAT??!!! That's not an ending! You can't end a series on a cliffhanger, you evil motherfucking bastards! *cries*

That's mean Japanese TV, way mean. :(

GAAAHHHHH!!!!

And I was loving all my subtext too.

KAITO: The only one who will defeat you is me. I won't give up my ultimate treasure!

<3 Tsukasa is his ultimate treasure! I've been saying that since he turned up about 15 episodes ago! Hee! I love vindication. In my head, they used to go out "steal treasures" together and then something happened to split them up and screw up their memories so that Kaito can only vaguely remember Tsukasa and his feelings and Tsukasa can't remember Kaito at all. And...I'm really bad at summarising how subtext plays out in my head, but now, just as Kaito's finally given in ( spoiler ) And then it ends on a fucking cliffhanger! And the movie's not out until December! *headdesk*

I know I didn't want it to end so soon, but this is ridiculous.

*sulks* I hate non-endings...

You know, I could swear I used to do more things on the internet, but now I'm down to like 5 sites that aren't work related. How sad is that? Somebody rec me something.

Also, I need some help from people a lot more fannish than I.

Considering I can't even see the point of autographs and seeing the set just kills the show for me, I'm having a pretty hard time thinking up some super awesome prizes for work. Is a set tour by a cast member a good prize? Would you do a treasure hunt for it? Autographed picture better or worse than autographed piece of the set or memorabilia or whatnot? I started a hierarchy, of super awesome prizes which I blindly guessed but I left it at work. Of course. I do remember that Set Tour by Cast Member of your Choice was on top of the list. Fair guess? Any suggestions? Please help?

I personally don't work for prizes any less than a gadget or a trip to somewhere, and I can't imagine it changing for any show. What can I say, I'm not easily impressed/am very lazy. Also my fannishness tends to stop at fanfic. *shrugs*

Have just noticed that the 4Comedy website has been completely obliterated off the face of the interwebs. *cries* Sad day...whatever day it was they deleted it properly. :(

I have a vague recollection of saving all my articles, but I can't find 'em on my laptop. Here's hoping it's on my desktop at home! Or at least on the servers at work. :/

I swear I was gonna write something today. I had thoughts and everything. Then I got distracted by all the Stargate controversy and the thoughts went away. I think I got as far as opening Word. Then there was Shinkenger and SPD fic and...yeah, wrote nothing. I did get some cleaning done, though, which is better than nothing. At least I won't get charged...actually I'm not sure if I was away enough to qualify for half time cleaning. Hmm... Well whatever, I can always scam a few jobs during the week.

Okay, so my horoscope today said something along the lines of "You will say what you're thinking (for once) and hert pplz feewings". Coincidentally, I was planning on telling my boss why she's full of shit saying I need to prove myself when half the office does way less work than me, get paid more than me and still complain about it, because I couldn't sleep at all last night 'cause of my brain's strange need to continuously think of all the things that annoy me about that job at the speed of light all night. So I got to work this morning, saw that and went "Fuck you, horoscope, I'm not gonna say anything for spite then. I'll wait for tomorrow."

And then, tired and grumpy and starving whilst waiting to go to a meal with the housemates that, from my landlord's text I and other construed a ride there, I get a text saying "make your own way there". Does that or does that not sound like a fuck off? So in kind I, for once, texted back what I was thinking, "Cheers, landlord, real classy". Because this text turned up like 10 minutes late anyway and this dinner was fucking late to begin with.

Apparently this is hurtful? Well, it was meant to be snide and I meant every word, but seriously? What the fuck, you pussy bitch, man up! That's seriously not the harshest thing I could have said. I say harsher things to a lot of people. That's just how I roll.

Seriously, though, what a pussy. I'm ashamed for him.

Abs came running to tell me this, so then I had to pretend to be sorry and fake an apology so he doesn't start charging me for all the cleaning I haven't been doing for peaceful life. Abs is lucky we're on such good terms else I would've said "no, he can still go fuck himself" because I'm probably actually still angry from that time when he woke me up with his godawful sax playing and then had the gall to gloat about how shit he is.

Yes. Let it never be said that I ever forgive and forget. Not in my makeup.

I don't know why I'm still up now, though. I'm hoping venting what I have to say (where nobody's precious feelings will be hurt. Good god, really?) will slow my brain down a bit, or else I'm gonna have to call in sick tomorrow lest I keel over in the road.

And people wonder why I never say what I'm thinking if this is the reaction I get.

In other news, I didn't like the food either. Too salty and crumbly. I liked the ice-cream though. It was ferrero roche. Mmm good. Too bad I was slightly nauseous from the combo of too long to eat and didn't sleep last night.

First the "You haven't tasted (my) sea cucumber" thing and now the "next time look at me properly". Tsukasa, Tsukasa, Tsukasa. Can't you see you're the treasure whatshisface is chasing? Hook up already! Also, whatsyourface, stop frontin' and just jump Tsukasa!

And why does it always take me forever to remember what DiEnd's name is? I enjoy looking at him enough that I should remember. Also he's one half of my official new ship. It's Kaito, self. Now if only I wasn't too lazy to write look for fic.

Hee, I love new ships. Shiny and new! *pets*

In other news, I am posting this from Paris where I am vacationing for my birthday. Is good. Haven't eaten a single french dish, not even croissants, and can't find a Chinese restaurant anywhere nearby. Have seen about thirty Japanese ones, fifty seven Italian and one Indian, but no Chinese. Actually, I think I've only seen one that boasts French cuisine. Go figure. Then again, it is all in French, so how would I know.

Anyway, I head back tomorrow night and then I'll still have the rest of the week off work. Get in gear!

Aw I wish I could play guitar! I just had a great idea for a song fic--which would actually be an audio fic with a song on it--for ninja storm and I have the sax (the wrong kind of sax, mind, but still a sax) and I can sing (in the most basic sense of the word) but I can't play the friggin guitar. Gutted! It's burning a hole in my head so bad I'm posting this at work where people are walking around behind me and expecting me to do useful things. Guess I can pretend I'm on bebo. lol

My housemate can play guitar, but I don't know if I want him to play fic with me. I'd never hear the end of it! Especially if I mentioned it was Power Rangers. Then again, I do only watch cartoons anyway. Ah well, I guess I'll just have to settle for text only. I don't really have the means to record and mix (and act!) anyway. And I can't really think of a reason for it to happen. It's a bit deus ex machina at the moment.

What am I still doing up?

I remember reading the abridged script for Angels and Demons, one line of which was:

"Hmm, the word Illuminati first appears on page three of this book. Three… the third ninja turtle mentioned in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song is Raphael… the first cardinal must be in Raphael’s tomb!"

Which lead me to remember that Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was my favourite show when I was a kid, and yet I couldn't remember any of the theme song besides "Michelangelo is a party dude". Total crime. Must check youtube then.

And the first thing that came up was this dude singing the theme song jazzy style with a completely straight face. So of course I had to see what else he was singing, and found a vid of him playing the Mario themesong with some dude on a violin. "Ooh, he's kinda cute," I thought, and so went on his channel instead, even though I don't like violins. But, you know, he's not bad. Violins are greatly mitigated by cute guys who can sing. And they have been kinda growing on me. Slowly.

Anywho. Cut to two hours later and I've only now accomplished my original task of finding the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song and being nostalgic.

In the meantime, I have almost bought that guy's CD--only almost because I'm not sure if I genuinely like it or if I just think he's cute. I am shallow enough that this is highly likely. Also I have this rule where I don't buy things at 3am 'cause I buy stupid things I don't like in the cold light of having slept. But I did download a couple songs that were free. There's no harm in that unless it's full of viruses. We'll see if I still like it when I wake up tomorrow.

Yep. This is how things often go, this is how I never get anything done...

I love that DiEnd's calling card to Tsukasa is "We'll meet again. You still haven't tasted (my) sea cucumber."

*snorts*

*dies laughing*

I am twelve.

But seriously, I'm at such a bad age right now. All the people on TV are younger than me and I feel bad for perving on them. Shame. DiEnd is totes cute, though.

Have been watching Slumdog Millionaire for what seems like 5 hours now. SO BORED. What's so great about this movie? I don't get it. Lame.

Ah, nice. It's done. Finally! 'Bout damn time...

Oh my god, do I hate filling in profiles. I absolutely abhor it. Even more than I abhor the word abhor. I don't even like doing it on fun sites and now I have to do a LinkedIn one, which is quite possibly the most tedious incarnation of Facebook I've ever seen. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. But they're gonna nag, I bet. *eye roll* Can't even find somebody good to copy off of.

What are my specialties? Reading fanfic? I've got nothing after writing that isn't a lie. Or sarcasm--which is still a lie. Bah.

Stupid scheme with their stupid tasks. Fucking networking. It should be easier on the Internet--it is, but I still hate it just as much.

Gr.

I've had an idea to archive all the articles I've been writing for work here, so...um, I can't really remember the reasoning behind it. Keeping track. Encouraging myself somehow. Word count? It is the only writing I've been doing these days, which is beyond sad. These past two weeks I've written the same damn article about 5 times. Fun and a half. I suppose that's somewhat challenging, trying to make it not seem like the same article even though it blatantly is.

Well, anyway. Let's see how long it takes me to get started with that. I'm guessing eternity, though I may be off by a few days.