Sunday, February 29
Current Mood:
Pissed off.
Current Username: Below me!
Thanks to the wonderful Will Ferrell for my great and all wise username.
Poo...Ames and Em, my html buddies have made my main page go bye bye. ALthough they did most of the work I still want my baby back. Wah! *cries like baby of Spirited Away* That was one mother-fucking baby! And c'mon! It was technically naked...it only had like this weird apron thing on...more like a g-string...yeuch!
Anyhoo...no late night random convos on, because here I am posting in the middle of the night and everyone's either out (Ames) Or in bed (Em/Mary) or stuck outside, drawing on cement (MV). Don't ask me where Jen and Petrie are...they don't bother to username or drop me a note. F' them.
Hahahah! She updated! She updated! Woo hoo! Evilness, here we go.
~ M.M.W ~
PS: Omg...it is shocking what she has updated. *stares at screen in shock* Shocking stuff. Filth...I...feel violated...*burst into tears*
PS: Why won't Cass update?
PPS: Saw reality bites...it reaaheely bit. (wow Ethan Hawke for the second time in another movie...woo hoo???)
PPPS: Is it me...or...did I do nothing today?
PPPPPS: Omg. *blocks eyes* It is so horrible. I feel...so sick and bad...and omg. It just gets worse. I just want to club her to death. Omg...*starts laughing* omg!
PPPPPPPS: *still shocked, still horrifed, still violated, still sick, still feeling bad, still getting worse, still crying* Damn you! Damn you Molly! Its worse than Em's RPS!! I can just imagine Em right now, talking in her sleep with 'Yes...preciouis...yes...mine, mine precious..." Rps clutched to her skin. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
PPPPPPPPPS: Want to know what it is? (Em's going to go crazy) Well they've photo-shopped EW from ROTK in that half-naked scene to be 'what it really was in the book', in which he was 'all-naked' not half. Anyway...yeah...I unwittingly expecting another great parody...clicked on the link and *starts sobbing* Omg...it was sickening. Okay you didn't see much, but it was still wrong. I mean...its not only him, but like I saw movies of when he was a kid...its just...oh god.
PPPPPPPPPPPS: Albeit...I must admit, it was quite prudish compared to the RPS fan art that floats around. *Glares at Em...and mary for that fact* *explains* Mary's not into LOTRPS she's it POTCRPS...*shudders* I know...wrong, wrong wrong. And no, I'm not talking about Babarossa and Will. *screams and runs*
Thursday, February 26
Current Mood:
Working.
Current Music: In Da Club - Fifty Cent (pronounced 'fiity cent', dude)
Fuck Friedrich Nietzchesc...or something Swiss-ish(???), Eccelaisates (who has one of my fav quotes) oh and Jay Z. Fricking misogynists. Urgh. Dick heads.
Omg, how much do I love the new Queer Eye Music Video? Love Jai and Carson. Cuties personified. Damn straight....cept, they're gay. *laughs at pun* Oh shut up, Ames, I thought tis was funny.
*trying hard not to talk about school* There's this mozzie thing on my foot and its irritating the fuck out of me, was hobbling out of school and to chem tutor. Frigging hell. There are so many movies I want to see now, that I can't see because
a) I have work
b) They're over 18
c) I have work
Like -> Trainspotting, Fight Club, Snatch, Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill 2...er...I have more. Wait, let me think for a minute.
Ames: Must be new experience for you. *buffs nails*
Me: *twaps*
Me:....*considers*
Ames: *recovers from thwapping*
Me: I must say, darling, that was witty. Tre bien.
Ames: I thought so. *smirks*
Me: *frowns* Te tua!*
* Means 'shut up' in French, thanks to S.T.B.
Must remind self to return videos tommorow or Sue will spaz, eek she's been on my back all this week. Yikies. Cept for Wednesday...ooh that's right!
I'm sure I've told MOST of you *Glares at Em* but I went to this R.E. THING on Wednesday in the City on Collins. Estaba mal. Very boring, sat around with Cathy and Carman and Sarah all day trying not to fall asleep. So tired. Am procrastinating again, am mistress of procrastinating now. Urgh! I hate Diana. What a sad fuck, seriously. She was following us around after the R.E. thing (omg, panel so boring!) and she wouldn't go the fuck away. ARGH! She's like this little orange headed oompa loompa with no friends and no fricking tact. I feel bad bitching about her but I feel it is justified because she copied off my maths test and she copies off my notes and she asks me questions every three seconds. But S.T.B can't be rude, and we didn't want to leave her with D in Angus and Robertson so we stayed...and she left. But she's doing it at school now and especially in Spanish.
Feel bad for pushing her on the other group's IA. Steph and Jen hate her too. And all of I.B....well really, most of those who are ladened with her stumpy growth. Wow. Am bitch. Hee!
Mary: Mel, ur not.
Ames: Yee, i agree. so not.
Ames: U Orli's bitch.
Me: *is shocked...for a moment*
Mary: lmao. so true.
Me: How can I be his bitch? he's 3 thousand miles away.
Mary: ur his long distance bitch.
Yeah...I should really get to work. *coughs an ahem and runs off, papers rustling*
~ M.M.W ~
PS: Bought Anna' b-day present. Spirited Away. Yay! She likes it. Oh, I love Anna. She's like one of the nicest, sweetest people I've ever met. And she's too nice but she's tough old bitty too. I can't believe she's all grown up, and seventeen! Never thought I'd see the day. Wah!!! Everyone's growing up. Wahh!!!
Monday, February 23
Monday. A dredging boring monday and i have absolutely nothing to do...well actually that's a lie, I do have things to do I just can't be bothered doing them. E.g. working on my English Oral and finishign my EE. *sigh* Woe.
Okay, on the other hand there were a few other things on my mind that I can't stop thinking about. No, its not OB, Em. (funny story -> in maths class we're doing vectors of OB -> hee, hee. Ying and Sarah had no idea why I was laughing.). Am in lunch all alone but do not mind, because all my friends are suffering under the scaly, arms of...ooh almost twenty past...a chem sac. Boo hoo.
Me, well I'm just fine and dandy, crisp and well...not candy. Damn english rhythm. Got loads of stuff for birthday but err, not mine own little pon- I mean camera. Yeah, I have one but its broken and I can't use it, so that's pretty shit. I have a meeting in like five minutes so I got to finish this up.
OH btw, that thing Alice sent was sorta...useless. (Brochures and note, whateva) I meant it was nice having a little brochure, it was just we had decided everything all ready. Oh poo, we should really include her more. *pats head* Its all right, she does her own including anyway
Bell just rang, toodles.
~ M.M.W ~
Sunday, February 22
Woo hoo. Am 17...but...I feel no different.
Thanks for the cards sent from Ames with it self-titled 'Fuck you're 17' to Jen's a little crumpled scanned in drawing of me rushing at Orlando Bloom and shooting off the other fan girls clustered in around him. I would post it...but I'm a tad embarassed. Its soo cute!
Thanks to Em's fantastic birthday icon and Mary's poeme, which was rude cute but very spriteful. I also recieved earrings from Petrie, cept they're blue. She got her colors mixed up, the poor dear. I had a bit of cake and now I feel sick.
Pooie I don't get to do anything on my b-day but Ames/Petrie/Em/Mary promise me a surprise if I'm on tonight but I doubt it, it'll have to wait. I'm sorry.
My E.E. calls and not very coaxingly! (EE: GET BACK HERE YOU RUBBER LOUT! Me: Right...*crawls back*)
~ M.M.W who is seventeen...woah ~
PS: MV sent me a card over the e-mail. So cute. And so did Bon. Woo! Am rich. *Clusters friends to self* You guys da best!
Saturday, February 14
Current Mood:
Hopeful.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers..... Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life..... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
- Trainspotting
Now I wanna see this movie. Along with Fight Club. But damn, they're both R. Sucks to be sixteen but hey, next week is my birthday. I'll be SEVENTEEN!
....(10 minutes later)
This is very bitter sweet irony. Or really sucky revenge on Em's part.
Let's begin. Okay, anyone heard of Queer Eye, if you haven't...where have you been living? Its affected both gay and straight street, darlings!!
Anyway, its composed of four gay men who make up and better the lives of straight men (for their families/lady friends usually). Let's see if I can remember all of them, there's Carson (everyone's favourite) the witty, fast-repartee fashion savante, Kyan, the groom-dude who's got the best hair, Ted, the wine and food guy (Sue's fav), Thom, the wonderful and always spectacular interior designer and my all personal favourite, Jai, who doesn't do much but is the culture kid. (And was replaced during a show!!! Shocked my sister and I!)
Now, Em, Ames, I and surprisingly NOT Mary are huge, gigantuous fans of Queer Eye and it is all right if I don't watch it because I always get filled in the next day, but them. That, and Friends, and the Simpsons and whatever other show is on. Em, who is probably the biggest fan of all of us, (And who loves Carson btw! She hates that he's gay...but that just twists the concept...so hm...) anyway, has found this spoof done on Saturday Night Live in America. And of course she loves it, because it is funny.
It is. To an extent for the rest of us, especially Ames and I.
Why you might ask? Well I'll tell you why, because for Em, it features not only her favourite Queer Eye team but an extra favourite hobbit of hers. *screams* AND HE PLAYS JAI! *screams again* it is horrifying, it is shocking and i fear it is worse than LOTRPS. Gah. Gah. Gah.
Em: Like it?
Me: AH!!! AHHHHHHHHH! MY EYES! MY PRECIOUS EYES! *eyes burn into only black sockets*
Ames: i hate you em. i hate you. by the devil's tongue, i hate you.
Me: Should I even mention that its ironic he is my favourite character?
Ames:What's more ironic is that she shows us this on Friday the 13th.
Em: MUAHAHAHAHAHAH! MUAHAHAHAH!
Mary: *in the background* Snicker.
Albeit, it doesn't really seem much of a change in character. *ducks flying chocolate hedgehog from Em* Well, at least he's coming out about that. Hehe, that reminds me. My english teacher, who i very much suspect is gay, except for Anna's pontifercations surrounding his 'supposed marriage', has a closet for an office which makes jokes pretty funny, because he should/or maybe is 'coming out of the closet'.
*silence*
Well it still cracks me up.
~ M.M.W ~
PS: I know I haven't posted in a week, I'm sorry. But I.B. is torturous. It kills me. Its taking over my life and I've only spoken to Em,Ames and Mary TONIGHT out of the whole week. AHHH! Damn Ib! DAMMIT! On the other hand, I am awaiting a 'package' from Alice tommorow. I wonder what it is? Will tell all tommorow. Ciao, darlings.
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Friday, February 6
I love Molly. (Not like that...do I even need to say that anymore? Its just a sign of my insecurity about my social awareness, ah bs!)
Molly's Take On her Third Time Seeing ROTK, which btw is still showing
Still hearing gasps and squeals from audience when Shelob finally gets him. Eeek. By the way, is it a sign of unhealthy obsession that I automatically muttered, "Oh, no you don't, Shelob," when encountering a spider running across the bathroom floor, a few months ago? It wasn't quite as big as Shelob. But nearly.
Very few people seem to get it when Sam yells, "And that's for my old Gaffer!" But I do, Sam. I do.
Sam and Frodo use each other's names too often. It's cute, mind you, but not very realistic. There's no need to keep saying "Sam" and "Mr. Frodo" so much in one-on-one dialogue. I mean, who else would they be talking to?
I wanted to make a Toucan Sam comment, but it's actually Frodo who has the beaked Orc helmet. Oh well. By the way, it still bothers me that Frodo magically has a hobbit shirt on again when their Orc uniforms go away. But hey, maybe the Orcs didn't take that shirt. What would I know?
Hey, Big Fish and ROTK start out the same way! With a big fish and a gold ring! Who's prettier, Ewan or Elijah? Our panel debates it, tonight at eleven. (I hate to say this, especially when Anna might someday find out, but I'd have to say Ewan. He's got some Welsh...(is it welsh?) charm going on.)
Had to chomp down on my lips to keep from giggling at Legolas's "The stars are veiled" nonsense, too. Bad me.
Gandalf: "We just passed into the realm of Gondor."
MST3K: Woohoo! That's even more exciting than going past the sign on I-5 that says "Now crossing the 45th parallel: halfway between the equator and the North Pole."
(Or)
MST3K: What, no border patrol? Don't they want me to throw out any fresh fruit I've brought along?
I thought this before, but didn't say it: Gandalf sidling up to Pippin and putting an arm around him, when they see the beacon go up from Minas Morgul, should not look like he's making a move on the hobbit-lad. But it does, kind of.
And finally...However, Legolas does indeed get a new facial expression when he's afraid Aragorn is about to get crunched, outside the Black Gate. In fact, his hair is even getting messed up! Wow, things must really be bad! If that's what Sauron's reign would bring about, then I definitely don't want to see it!
She got mentioned on TORN! Go Moll!
~ M.M.W who hasn't posted O.B. news or LOTR news for a while - bad me! bad me! ~
Current Mood:
Rushed.
Not in eloquent mood. When am I anyway?
First week of school is over. And at the end of it, I feel as tired as I was at the end of exams. Exhausted, feel a pre-emptive suicide coming on. I'm just...so sleepy. I had Maths after school and I literally wilted, I struggled to concentrate, and I nearly feel asleep when she was talking. Oh. *bashes head* Ow.
Funny Quote of the Week - Psych which had become a ritual bore is now interesting, discussion-like and at times, very funny thanks to our new teacher, Mr Mash...something or another.
We have all been laughing at him, at Jen and at the witty repartee when he turns around and belts out
Mr. Mash: That's it. I've had enough. Stop making fun of me! And if you keep doing it...I'll keep you after school.
Steph: But sir, we all have period five!!
Mr.Mash: '....' is stunned and then begins to bang his head (repeatedly) on the wall.
Haha. Finally a perk of I.b Fifth period. Teachers can't use that stupid taunt no more because we all ready suffer it. Another perk is that, I get a fourth period off on a Friday because of Standard level Chem. *jabs air* Yea! Yea! Yea, baby! Sorry, its just so exciting.
On a personal note, I'm sorry I haven't been able to catch up with you guys lately (Amesie, I'm so sorry, babe) because of guess what? I.B. Ames and Em are stressed so my website has been reduced to nothing atm. AQ?
(Translation: ATM = at the moment and AQ = Any questions)
And on that note. TGIF (which Anna didn't know)!!!
~ M.M.W ~
PS: Saw Spirited Away. I love that movie! The perfect romance, woo hoo!
Monday, February 2
Current Mood:
Pissed off.
For three and a half years now, I have been wedded to a wonderful fandom with wonderful people. I've had wonderful times and had great fun reading your fics and writing my own. I am, above all, immensely proud of FictionAlley and how it has grown into a truly singular resource.
However, times change and, as you might have noticed, I've been dissatisfied and disillusioned with the fandom for several months now. I haven't been writing fic. We drifted apart, our interests changed and I kind of think the break has been inevitable.
So it is with a certain amount of regret and a certain amount of optimism that I have retired from active participation in the Harry Potter fandom. I want as clean a break as possible, and to this end I have left most of the fandom associated communities I belong to, and will be culling my Yahoo Groups before very much longer. This also means that there will very likely be no more Snitch!. I'm very sorry for this. I know a lot of you really liked it, and your support and kind words were always appreciated. For what it's worth, I thought it was terrible rubbish -- always have done. I may feel inclined to post a conclusion at some point, but at this juncture, I really can't see it happening.
So says Alex Malfoy and therefore is the end of his fucking contrafibulatories.
I shan't rant on LJ but allow my ponterifcations to vent here.
( WHAT THE ******* HELL?) Okay, that's enough...but seriously. I really hate him at the moment and I am quite sure in a few days I will hate him less, and forgive him and creep back but seriously, wtf (for now)? Moving on? You asshole! I know this is so unfair but I loved Snitch. It was what brought me second in the fandom and I know, I know that it was only second best to Draco Trilogy. I really adored it and he just finishes...he leaves us on the edge for weeks. At least, Cassie has the fucking decency to finish DT. You begin something...that is sucessful...than fucking finish it. It was near the end and it was building to a climax...and so many people loved it. I can't...I just can't believe the fucking nerve of people sometimes. *bursts out crying*
Okay. There I'm over it. And if anyone of his other fans or little minions drudges by here and sees all this nonsensical whining, just to reiterate that I will calm down and that I am not one of those deluded little bible fans who seeks to purge the world with her own opinions. This is just ventage. Absolute fucking ventage. Ventage is human and if you tell me that you didn't feel one sordid little fucking pain at the end of Snitch, well you take your golden-cherry ass behind right back to Pollyanna's church and...oh just fuck off.
~ M.M.W ~
PS: Rubbish, my ass. You're rubbish!
PPS: There, there. I'm done, Em. You can come out from under the sofa now.
Oh dear. I have barely any time to blog now that I have started Year 12...lord, you should see all the chem homework I have, AMes. You would scream. But the good thing is...I get my fourth period off on Friday. Yay! Go Ms. Bellino who I don't think is too hard, but I'll have to wait to get my marks back. I'm writing this in spare now because its the only time I can steal to write this. At home, I'm too busy organising, cleaning, eating, relaxing and sleeping (only to be woken up at 3 and not being able to breath? Wtf indeed?)
Mary called me last night when I was in the shower and she got the full rendition of my sister shrieking 'She bangs' at the top of her lungs. Man, my sister gets high. Although I can't really talk, I once called AMes who was chasing her little cousin naked around their pool. Oh dear.
Anyway, I have loads to tell. Barely any of my classes are the same as they were last year, in Year 11 and I'm a bit stuffed and still trying to get my head around all my classes and my lack of spares. I must blog this and go, just reporting to everyone who has suffered (not!) without me for a while.
I promise I'll be on tonight, after Queer Eye and Friends of course. La, (P&P-like) I shall do no homework. Ahh...have Psych next. AM sitting in library, trying to write this hurriedly with about a multitude of Year 7's, 6's and a bunch of Yr's 11 behind me. *laughs* All the younger ones are having orientation and one asked, in a v. dumb tone 'What's a scanner?' Oh god, must they be so god damn stupid? And here I am, thinking that we're genetically breeding smarter generations. I.B really does get to you.
Promise I'll be on tonight. But only for a little while. Work calls. *snickers*
~ M.M.W ~
