Um. LJ?

American films are the foreign ones.

Tags: writer's block

Quote of the day:
"This is the only perfect man! And it is a deckchair!"

This is a HOUSE OF MADNESS.

Tags: insanity, my family and other animals

Frellesvig is scary, Revenue and Customs aren't giving me the money they owe me, my work ethic has gone out the window and I keep fucking up tests, frith_in_thorns is leaving, all the blogs and news on my RSS feed are full of doom and gloom, mostly because the government is a piece of shit, and even the webcomics that have new pages up today are depressing.

This is not a good day.

Anyone have any pictures of cute kittens or something?

My friends are now worryingly crazy.

You do not let Kim get drunk, it never ends well. And apparently Tuesday night (I was not there, and nor was Zoe the first-aid nut, so Rose was going crazy being the only sane and sober person at this party), she ended up passing out three times and having fits, and Sian and Shona wouldn't let Rose call an ambulance because there were underage people there drinking.
*headdesk headdesk headdesk*
And then Rose had to call her dad at five thirty in the morning to come pick her up. She is not in his good books. And nor is Kim in her mum's, even though her mum doesn't know about the drinking, because this party was one part of Kim disappearing for three days without telling her mother where she was going.
*more headdesk*


Heard about all this last night when we had sleepover at Zoe's, which was the better kind of crazy - I spent five hours playing with a rubix cube, the cat tried to steal the pizza, and me and Kim got altogether too excited by Master and Commander, while Zoe apparently thinks it's a worse version of Pirates of the Caribbean and Rose thinks Aubrey is a dick (very loudly. To the point where when we then watched Daybreakers she had to be told to find another insult to shout at the CEO guy, because she'd used up her "dick!"-yelling quotient for the day).

Tags: insanity, my friends

I failed my driving test again. This sucks, now I need to do my theory again and the dates are just wrong so I can't do it until after I get back from Scotland, and I can't book another practical until I've done the theory, so if I get one before Michaelmas it'll be tight.
Fuuuuuuck.

Also I am an incorrigible fiddler and keep playing with my new earring and then it bleeds and I end up with an earful of blood which is not terribly nice especially when it gets in my hair, which I think it has behind my ear.

Would be much worse if my hair was still long, but even short it's longer than I wanted it around that ear - and too short to control properly, so irritating. I like it though ^_^ I want to dye it, but now I can't until my ear heals, because hair dye in fresh holes is probably not good.

It looks different, anyway. I like different. I'm so good at putting things off I end up not getting around to doing major appearance-changing things like changing my hairstyle/hair colour, or getting new piercings or a new style of clothes all that often, but I really do like it when I do.
It's not that I don't like the old 'me', if I didn't I wouldn't leave so long between changing it, it's just that however I look never feels like it should be permanent, so I like the existence of times when I can say 'I look different from last week!' and it actually be a significant difference.

( this is where it gets rambly and introspective )

An elderly friend of my mother's called me a 'loose woman' earlier (also my mother, and all women who wear trousers).

I love old ladies <3

Tags: insanity

He's a smart guy and all, but ye gods, my dad can be dense sometimes. (Or am I just really bad at talking to my dad?)

We are alone in the house for tea. This is a situation I try to avoid because it means we have to have dinner-table conversation which is either about me or about him. I do not initiate conversation well, so he gets to control which.
So today we have a lovely conversation about how bad I am at driving :D I explain that the reason I kept stalling on Wednesday was that a. I have not driven for four months, b. I have never driven his car, and c. having him sitting next to me passing judgment makes me really nervous.

He takes issue with c. and wants to know why he's more stressing than a driving instructor. Answer: the fact that we are having this conversation and that I knew we would be. If I fuck up with Gary, Gary can only tell me what I'm doing wrong for the hour I'm in the car with him. Then I escape and the criticism does not follow me home for tea, and I don't have to think about it until I am in a car again and it is relevant.

Dad: "Oh, this sounds like some sort of guilt thing."

Yes, Dad, it does. It is a guilt thing. And a fear of failure thing, and a hating disappointing people thing, and a not dealing terribly well with criticism thing, and a perfectionism thing. I am perfectly aware of this. So is Mum. So are most of my closer friends, I think, and if not I doubt they're much surprised. I don't know why you act like it's some kind of revelation, or like your declaring it to be so will make it go away or something.

So I say yes it is, and I start to try and explain, and am cut off with

"Well, it's not correct, is it?"

Huh?

"There's something incorrect about feeling guilty about things that way."

"Dad. Now I feel guilty for feeling guilty." ('Even more so than usual', but saying that would just open a whoooole extra can of worms)

"Why? It's not correct."

"...it's how I work."

And then he went off in a big spiel about how it's not correct thinking and I should stop doing it and it's totally my choice if I feel guilty about things, and I sit there wondering if he really thinks he's saying anything I haven't thought a gazillion times before, or if he thinks I'm that lacking in self-awareness when if he doesn't know by now how relentlessly I second-guess myself and everything I do all the time, how much of the last nineteen years can we actually have spent communicating? Not to mention - have I not just explained to you that you telling me repeatedly what I am doing/being wrong is the problem?

Tags: i am fail, my family and other animals

I disapprove of this thing where Oxford terms are ending and I still have a month of stupid-Kwangaku-ness.

*makes frowny faces at*

Also, our college still being an idiot college. (kitkats_lj , since you'll be coming next year, apologies for our SCR.)

Today my host family's middle son and his wife came for dinner. They chased the cat with a remote-control helicopter. Funtimes.

Tags: japan, university

Annnd the object of our two-month long hunt has been attained :D

I has Japanese LotR :3

In ten volumes because the Japanese like splitting up long books, but on the plus side that means ten Alan Lee front covers :D

Now I just have to learn to read them...

Tags: bookworming, japan

The following is Frances's latest tweet:

"So I can now hold a discussion about Coptic epigraphs, Muslim libraries and Stephen Maturin but know no grammar for those mid-terms. Yay!"

and I have to second it.

Functional human beings, we are not.

Tags: bookworming, i am fail, insanity