Current Mood: Amazed
Current Music: Sweet Charity - Charlotte Martin

Wow. I haven't posted here in like over a month. That's just sad. But if you check out my most recent livejournal, I have been posting there. Not so much though and its usually nonsensical ramblings. Well less a ramble, more a concise thought. A flittery little thing. Like a tiny monarch butterfly, with brilliantly orange wings, shot through with golden sunlight creating a tinty, chapel window effect. Well...if you know what I mean.

I've been working. Yes, that is my excuse. And failing. Terribly. I really really need to ace my exams or I'm primordially f-guked. No, really. Hey, its law AND commerce. Its really hard. Despite what my sister says. Yeah, she only did a science degree. ONE. So f-guk her. She's out tonight, if you didn't know, and people who care about her called. Hm...I realise how unfair one's life is compared to hers. She gets to go out with people who know things and care and have OTHER friends who she also has an option of going out with her and also care and also care to call and organise things.

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Rant Time

Why must IIIIII organise things? Why does THAT always fall in my lap? Is it because everyone else has a job like that? Because to me, it doesn't seem that way. It really doesn't. And when I TRY to organise things, I have to, you know, call people up. You know our phone bill was $256 this month. That's just f-guked and so I am not calling anybody up. My friends are just too damn fucking lazy or tired or just pathetically strict with themselves, its okay to call people or b) Its okay to go out two nights in a row! Hell, its okay to do stuff with your friends. Or had you forgotten about us while you were a) mooching off with your boyfriend or b) mooching off with your other friends?

Okay. I am just angry with everybody except of course for Alice, who did want to go out and actually has a cogent reason for not actually being able to a) contact me or b) organise anything her self. So bah to the rest of you.

Note: I took out the rude bracketed comments targeting certain people but I call still feel them in there, pulsing between the lines. Oh yes. The hate. It rages.

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So...Marie took me to Croft Institute. Really really really cool. We walked up China Town and then Marie said 'Oh, here it is!' and pointedly started walking down this alley. And when I say alley, I mean an ACTUAL ALLEY. Like the stuff you see in Gotham city, where you know some rapiest/burglar is DEFINITELY going to attack you. It had garbage bins and no other cute little cafes and dirty alley water and a terrible smell and fire escapes and the back of someone's kitchen and it was teeny. And the alley extends around a corner and then around another one and then...

At the back of this alley, at the VERY VERY back, at this dead-end, there's this little sign with 'Croft Institute' on it and these scary scientists peering out of it.

And I was like 'No way.' And Marie was nodding and laughing at the look on my face. And I was staring at her at in disbelief. The first thing I said was, 'My friends are going to FREAK!'.

And they are. That is, if I ever get them to go there.

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Decided (have taken a v. long break from icconing) to theme my icons right now. And its not going to be of movies or actors or anything like that, its going to be of abstract themes I come up with in my head. At the moment, I have decided upon doing one based on this POTO icon I have made (the one on the right side of the page) and its called The Space In Between.

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Saw Kingdom of Heaven which 6 months ago I would have been dying to see. But now...meh. And even it, despite Ridley Scott, despite Bloom, it still was...meh.

And then Scott does the stupidest thing. He goes and cuts the bloody sex scene. How stupid is that? Um...girls see this movie for one reason. Orlando. Second reason? To see Orlando naked. I mean, serioulsy, look here. YUM! Stupid. Stupid. STUPID. Two seconds of sex scene does not count as an actual 'oooh! hot, dripping, naked orly!' I can actually hear Bloomie fans scream worldwide. *sigh* Poor things. Hehehe.

I have one other bone to pick. Will the boy seriousl wash his face? Seriously. You can tell how far the movie has progressed not by the dialogue or how bad everything has gotten but by the state of his face. Seriously. Most of the movie, I wanted to lick some cloth and start rubbing at his face with it. Oh stop looking at me like that! There's no water in the dessert, stupid.

~ M.M.W ~
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