It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

Today I sat in the sun and I waited for a bus. I know. Amazing story. Fricking riveting. But I had on my Sirius Black t-shirt, I was listening to The Cure (greatest hits) and eating a chocolate ice cream cone and it was warm and yet windy and it was just one of those really nice moments where everything is just...nice.

Ice cream. Sun. Robert Smith. And Sirius Black apparel.

Awesome.

And then we had roast chicken and mashed potatoes and Alina was here and we watched Easy A which was hilarious and Ariadne was cute and it was all terribly lovely!

The LFoD had our Tim Minchin Christmas eve which was very nice. I gave everyone socks, Alison gave us all jocks, and Leah provided the chocolate. And now my poor kitten is wearing my new, pink knickers because Alison put them on her and said she was like a superhero cat who wears her undawears on the outside.

Ariadne is unimpressed.

So tired. Going to bed to watch Sherlock Holmes (sorry, Clare! I actually apologise to you out loud every time I watch this movie...) and grin at Jude and RDJ being boyfriends who love each other FOREVERS.

I bet I will be asleep before RDJ even gets to make his first bitchface at Judsie...

I feel so much better about the world in general after talking to my mommy. She's magical. And in 30-some hours, my Jayann will be here.

Freaking YAY.

I just recorded myself singing O Holy Night for the heck of it. I did it twice. One was pitch perfect and lovely and everything I wanted. The second one I did, Ariadne came meowing and tugged on my skirt, hoping I would help her catch moths (yes we do this, my life is so full) and I crack up in the middle of the song and then sing the rest terribly off-key because I'm laughing. My camera isn't great for operatic voices either, but...you know, cest la vie!

The one that all went wrong is SO the one I am uploading. I think it is more me. I AM sorry for the potentially busted speakers. Don't listen to the end too loud. My voice is kind of high-pitched and laughing and singing don't mix.

By the way, the reason I filmed the bookcases when I was singing, is because I look like I am in terrible pain when I sing. Just be glad I saved you.

ALSO I took a photo of my re-dyed hair, since the recordings are all yellow. Of course the colour still looks strange because I'm a pale (smarmy) ghost. Whatever, it's red. No regrowth any more finally.

( Blahblahblah get to the video, darnit. Okay, okay! )

Day Two: Nine things about yourself.

Alrighty then. Things people DON'T know and won't be horrified to read. Hmmm.

( Nine Things )

HELLO, INTERNET WORLD, I MISSED YOU FOR SRS!

To be honest though, it was nice to just BE for a few days. Really nice. There were two days when I didn't touch a computer AT ALL. Two days I was driving and that leave twoish days when I spent a few hours on the computer writing each, since mostly in my down time I was reading a 300-page book. And I managed 11,500 words in only a few hours. Having no distractions = awesome.

And we saw a kiwi bird!! OMG CUTEST THING EVER IN THE WORLD!

But we are home now, and Ryan Reynolds is back at his home. He was SUCH a good car and we miss him. We had Ariadne-snuggles and internet-checking and I am talking to Ren <3 and soon there will be spaghetti.

Also? Charades are still hilarious when you are nearly thirty. Even the silly kid game ones (we wrote our own after the first night which were amazing) I was acting out Pooh Bear and they had the bear part. I acted out 'poo' because I am incredible, and Alison yelled out 'SHIT BEAR'! And they had red-nosed and when I mimed antlers, she yelled 'MOOSE' and it was, of course, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. ...you had to be there. But Alison is a unique and beautiful lady and there was much laughter.

AHahhahah shit bear. Good times.

The LFoD is a wonderful house full of slightly insane people and a truly insane feline. Said feline will leap around the room in seconds, sprint through the living room and jump off the couch ala The Matrix and then roll on the ground and demand pets. She's adorable, slightly demented, and not all that brilliantly bright. She had a treat on her leg for twenty minutes today and didn't notice it. But she's my darling. And yesterday Alison showed me a comic that reminded me of her so much.

( Comic behind cut because it's HUGE apparently )

That face in the final frame is SO Ariadne! Wolveradne!

( SO HERE ARE SOME PHOTOS OF MY CAT AND YOU WILL ENJOY THEM! )

And that's my cray-cray girl!

I need to go to BED. I've been up for hours, revelling in the fact that I wrote this scene in Darker London that was actually longer than like ten lines (my concentration, she has been minimal, I have a half-finished Flynn scene from forever ago, augh) and I kind of love it. I love writing slightly messed up things and apparently I needed Saint Patrick in Darker London. So this is what his life would be like if he wasn't a Saint, and he had been kidnapped by a crazy band of priests called the Templar who still think like the Spanish Inquisition. (Also, Seamus Finnegan wasn't intentional and I only figured out why Seamus came to me as a middle name an hour after I wrote it.)

Oh, Patrick. Apparently I love you no matter where you are. And now I will torture you with religious crazies. Wheeee!

Now. Bed. Or...The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. Yes, that is more constructive!

Edit: OH MY GOD my kitten is adorable! Ariadne just tried to climb my guitar because she was trying to get at something. I picked her up and she immediately started purring and then I saw she wanted my Halloween Chinese lantern on the wall. I held her out to it, she poked it tentatively with he paw, squeaked in what I assume was terror, and leaped out of my hands to run down the hall.

She is the cutest little freak in the world!

So...that was a big aftershock. Shouldn't they stop now? Augh. My poor kitty was scared. I AM TRYING TO ESSAY!

I lied. I was copying Teresa and doing wordclouds because they are awesome.

I made this

My most used word is 'Love'. That makes me grin.

Peter's
Deirdre's
Flynn's
Thomas' (I love that it says LOVE NOW, SPECTRE! It also says God Kick Peter and Got dick Peter which LOL)

I was feeling down today (LONG story) so I decided to do something constructive to take the feeling away (social work training, oy) so I wanted to make a post of all the photos of people and places and things that mean something to me. And when I started to plan it, I realised just how long it would be if I put everyone into it. And that made me feel so amazing, you have no idea...

I did it anyway deciding I would only use photos I have taken myself (or by my family since I wasn't at the reunion to take those and I didn't take the ones of me as a kid, but you get the point!) to cut down on spamming random Hugh Jackman pictures ;). Not everyone that should be here is including my friends in Australia. Woot, Peter, Laura and Ness, I have no (not blurry) photos of you!! And there are other friends who aren't on here, but be that as it may, here it is. Some of my happy things.

( To me you are perfect )

OH MY GOD, I CAN'T SLEEP AND THEN MY CAT JUMPED UP ON ME, DROOLED INTO MY MOUTH AND THEN JUMPED OFF OF ME AGAIN!

Drive by drooling lol!

I am so grossed out and tired... And hungry. I suspect that is why I cannot sleep. So I shall nom something, despite my plans of just sleeping instead.

Cat drool doesn't count as a meal.