Summer Time and the weather is fine

GLASTONBURY HAPPENS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *flails*

That is all.

See you when I get back folks!

(I have to wait til see Robin Hood by the by, entangled, sorry!)

Like:

- The Road to El Derado. This is a film that is so awesome in so many ways, I'm surprised I can watch it without going blind. The humour, the colour, the gold and the big fat gay make it super! And it's got a score by Hans Zimmer, who is the man. Seriously.

- Hornblower. I think you all know my love for this. But I keep watching it and re-loving it. Especially Archie. *sighs* O...Archie, you crumpet you.

- Holidays. For I am on them now. YIPPEE.

- My very own drabble collection. Entangled, you know you own my heart.

That is all for now.

Warning: This is not for those who are faint of heart, freaked out by science, or who have no interest in gayness.

( Seriously, this could be squicky. )

Condition - Used and ruthlessly abused.

That's right, folks. for a ridiculously cheap price, these feets could be yours today!

( Let the bidding commence! )

Also, I would just like to proclaim my deep and unending love for entangled_now. She has all my lobes, may she do with them as she see fit.

So, I have just come out of my psychology exam, safe in the knowledge that I will never ever EVER have to do it again. No more psychology for me! When I get home, I shall have great joy casting aside all of my revision notes (though I don't think I can burn all my little cards wot I made, because they are somewhat like my children now, but still) NO MORE PSYCHOLOGY! Woohoo.

I was rather put out actually.I could answer all the questions, which is good, but I could have answered all the ones I didn't pick. I was almost annoyed that I couldn't do them all, just to show the examiner how clever I was and how I'd spent every godawful hour I could be bothered on revising. But still, if I come out with a decent mark, I shall be more than happy. 

I do have to say though, it was bloody freezing in that exam hall. Seriously, if'd I'd had nadgers before I went in, i wouldn't have had them when I came out. I think I might have to get a disgustingly large hoody for tomorrow's English exam. And possible thermal kecks.

In other news, this morning I saw a giant kung fu panda suspended between two trees. O, how it made me lol.

And bugger me if it hasn't all come together!
( Goodness! )

Spock's hit 32. Bless.

Also, I think it's adorably sweet that not only did his brother (Joe) do stunts in ST, he does photography for a living and took loads of pictures of his brother and Chris Pine. I love that., I really do.

They're a drink and a tasty treat in one, and you get to smash them up!

( I digress... )

 Seriously, I don't understand.
( Read more... )

Firstly, MY BIRTHDAY IS OVER *cries* but I got lots of awesome fic (thankyou entangled!) and birthday wishes and pressies (I got a blender! and a tin plate! and a teapot! and other such awesome things)

But mostly, this post is about...OMGZ! STAR TREK!!!!

( Ahem )

Woopee

I think this may count as actually being officially 'sad' but I'm impressed with it, so who cares.

Since I took a picture of my bruise to send to my pal over the textual communication link, I thought I might as well put them up here as well (yes, there are actually more than one. Two in fact.)

 

We have - (it's not quite as good because of the light, but trust me, it was a really good blue. And bigger than a 50p!) 

And then we have - ( which actua;;y looks bigger, but went a rather artistic yellow-brown. It's a bit darker today)



...Exciting, huh?

Seriously, it is immense. I fell up the stairs in the theatre on Saturday (thankfully no one saw me because it was absolutely mortifying and the language that came out my mouth was rather colourful, to say the least) and in my attempt to save my bag, which had two small bottles of bubbly for the two very lovely men who helped us stage crew, I twisted very deftly and proceeded to bash both my elbow and my upper arm. I didn't cry, which I thought was something quite spectacular for me, because I cry at pretty much everything, and soldiered bravely on (though I admit I did get my mum to kiss my elbow better.)

Anyway, so I get home and after spending all day yesterday doing nothing but lying on the couch in my dressing gown and watching TV, I have developed this fantastic bruise which is bigger than a two pence coin and is a nice blue fading to yellow colour. I'm ridiculously proud of it and keep showing everyone. I shall even put a picture on my lj much later, so I can share it with the world wide web!

In other news, IT'S NEARLY MY BIRTHDAY (OMGYAYFLAIL) and the day after that is my last day at college, so May is definately a month of 'things happening in a big way'.

And finally, my dad is insistent he has just survived a hideous attack of swine flu, and after mocking him and suchlike, I think he's given it to me! Bad Times.

It involved a main quartet of characters who looked like a cross between the Lost Boys, Whitesnake and the Muskateers.

Seriously, they had awesome rock hair, eye makeup, biker jackets and rapiers.

They were fighting (I think it might have been Emperor Palapatine actually) and the new Adam and Eve, who were v evil and called Jeanie and Adam and looked like typical American soccor parents.

So very weird. 

However, v attractive. I do wish that the rock style long hair of the American 80's would come back, I do love it so.


(I think these two were actually in my dream Definately the dark one. I think I may have been the blond one)


...Crazeeeeeee

Anyway, I'm just dropping it to leave a fic, a well wishing, the knowledge that I shall be stage crewing next week, as I am just that manly, and a picture, because CS told me too.

So, firstly, The Fic - http://canterburybells.livejournal.com/6267.html#cutid1

secondly, The Well Wishing - I WISH YOU ALL VERY WELL!

thirdy - The Knowledge - So yes, my mother has managed to snag the leading role in Gilbert and Sullivan's The Gondliers next week and I shall be backstage heaving around heavy stage stuff (well, mainly at be sat at the side of stage lusting after people, wearing silly hats and trying to do revision, but still)

and forthly - The Picture (okay, it was supposed to be just one of either Jared or Jensen, but that's crap, so I'm doing two of each, lol)

 
Jared and Jared (and Jared's manpaws)



Jensen and Jensen (and his general GUH factor)

<i>Nabbed from</a></font></a>smokey2307: I challenge everyone who sees this to post a gorgeous picture of Jared or Jensen (or both!) in your LJ today.</i>

So, there we go.

Seriously, there I was, off with my sister to go and see 17Again, and we were all ready and willing to be terribly ashamed (we kept saying it in whispered tones and with shifty eye glances) and then this happened:


( !!!! )

I stood on a slug. With my bare naked feet. I may cry. 

I have just had a truly <i>horrific</i> experience. I had to cut down to the screenplay I'd written for film studies by approx. 1,500 words. It was actually sickening. I had to remove a whole scene. If I hadn't been surrounded by people, I may have cried at the truly soul-destroying and artistically constricted unfairness of it all.

However, it is now 1,798 words, 2 less than it's supposed to be, so a small victory.

Though to keep myself happy, I've saved the all of it, and I'm going to post it at my lj-fic archive, so I know that it will alsways be there, examiners be damned!

Sigh. At least I've got two weeks of holiday coming up!

 

Bummer.

Okay, this bit is under the cut for those of youwho have little to no interest in my bosom, but I just real I had to share this with somebody. I do apologise in advance.
 

 

( BOSOM FAIL )