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JESUS CHRIST, M.A.C. HAS ANNOUNCED THAT THEY'RE RELEASING A HELLO KITTY LINE OF MAKEUP THIS FEBRUARY!!!

OMG. & it isn't too expensive! LIPGLASS AISLE, HERE I COME. (my first M.A.C. items will have my favourite kitty on them. WIN!) But WTF WAITING LISTS & ONLY OUT FOR EIGHT WEEKS?! M.A.C., NOOO. (& what is this fuckery about coming out after my birthday?! Eleventh my arse - it should be the seventh, so I can run down there & BUY!)

::shakes

alli_everyday &

laii:: GIRLIES! AMAZING, Y/Y/BUNNEH?

::squeals, flails, dies, regenerates to blow a lot of money on this line::

Okay. So I haven't got one of Tarina Tarantino's strawberry Sweet Lolita Hello Kitty rings yet, but I will. BUT THERE'S A M.A.C. SHOP FOUR BLOCKS FROM WHERE I LIVE. MUST OWN SOMETHING OF THIS LINE!

Speaking of things a-happening in February . . . my twentieth birthday is next week, on Friday. Mother's asked me if I'd like to go see Coraline on my birthday, but I sort of wanted to wait until it was showing at the Red Vic Movie House & go myself. Other than that, I have no idea of what I'm going to do for my birthday weekend.

Mother's birthday is next week, on the third. We're going to dinner, which is a birthday dinner for both of us. I'll have to remember to bring her gift & card with me & give it to her then.

I like birthdays, for the silly things. The fact that everyone's nice to you, they hug you lots, treat you wonderfully & give you gifts & you get to eat & do whatever you want, really. But I don't like them for what they are, really. (but I'll save that for a serious, thinky post that will contain more depressing things.)

& yes, as I said above, Coraline's coming out on February sixth, so GO SEE IT, DAMMIT! Go support Neil Gaiman's lovely book at the pictures! (& it looks quite good - I saw the trailer for it when I saw him live in October & OMG it looks great. So support Neil & go see it.)

In fangirlish & fannish news, I've started listening to The Natural History of Fear again, slowly. I take back what I said about it being dull, it is damn near the most disturbing audio I've heard since the Zagreus/Scherzo arc. Just . . . it is so creepy & confusing & also mind-fogging at the same time. & I think I'm growing to enjoy it a bit more than I did before.

(& GUH, Paul McGann's VOICE IN THAT AUDIO. Whispery, angry, shouting, innocently seductive, pleading . . . I DIE EVERY SINGLE TIME I LISTEN TO A FEW SECONDS OF THIS DAMN THING.)

Also . . . I may have acquired a new fandom. A very tiny, with very little fic sort of fandom, & one I've been all 'OMG SUNDAY. SOME THINGS ARE SACRED, WE DO NOT MAKE THEM INTO FANDOM FOR CHRISSAKES', but I . . . I just couldn't help myself! ::hangs head:: But the fic is considerably good when I find it! So I've not many regrets other than the 'O FUCK SOME THINGS ARE SACRED WE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO MAKE THEM FANNISH.'

So after all of that, I have a mix to make! Maybe two. Or three!

(hmm. Is anything too sacred to make it slashtastic/fannish? Y'know . . . I don't think so, actually!)

& as I write this, I may be, in a way, re-acquiring a fandom, but this one has roots in my childhood, in the obsessive reading I did when I was a little girl. (o, audio plays, you make me so happy!) When I was a little girl, I used to go to the library every Friday after primary school, rain or shine, & I'd take out tons of books, so many I'd need to take a rolling suitcase to hold them in. Among them was occasionally Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories. (my long-standing favourites were The Sign of the Four & The Hound of the Baskervilles, which was really an overall childhood favourite of mine. I still have my copy, even.) & now, I'm listening to the lovely audios of them, which were done by BBC Radio from 1989 to 1998, if I remember properly.

So far? Amazing amazing amazing. ♥♥♥

I suddenly miss those days I'd putter about the library, picking out various sorts of books, all different genres, piling them into my suitcase & trudging home to read them all before next week.

(I read a lot of mystery when I was a girl. & Sherlock Holmes always made me wish I could play the violin. I can't, but I adore violin music nevertheless.)

I think we've been in here a bit too long. I feel enthralled
listening to ♥♥♥ part one of A Study in Scarlet

Hmm.

There's a particular scene in Withnail & I, where (for those of you who haven't seen it, & if you haven't you SHOULD!) Marwood's in his dark little room in the cottage, scared to death that Withnail's Uncle Monty's going to break down his door and, well . . . attempt to have his very unwanted way with him.

& EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE THIS SCENE, right off, I start saying 'Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead. Zagreus sees you in your bed . . . AND EATS YOU WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING!'*

I'm not sure if that's a facepalm moment, but I don't think there will ever be a time when I see that scene & I don't start saying that.

WHAT? IT'S FUNNY. & if you've seen Withnail & I & heard the Neverland/Zagreus audios, it's even funnier, that scene.

(Frak, now that I've said that, I'm tempted to write Withnail & Marwood as Fob!Watched!Eight & Alt!Nine, even though I've never seen Scream of the Shalka. But I want to!)

Also, what the fuck is this - part three of the Sarah/Romana/Eight four-parter is up to twenty-three pages. Twenty-three! & Eight hasn't even found out anything vaguely interesting yet! (though he got a bit tipsy in the middle & passed out on the TARDIS floor from sheer exhaustion in the beginning.)

::facepalms::

EDITING, MY DEAR, EDITING. LOTS OF IT.

*I'm fairly sure that's how it goes, but for Chrissakes, that poem & the Zagreus audio both freak me the fuck out that I can't even try & remember the whole thing because I'll start getting all spooked out. But damn, I fucking love that audio like nobody's business.

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Since I last posted, I have:

♥ acquired a few early birthday presents, those being art scraps & such for my various projects, a fountain pen with two bottles of ink & what I wanted most for my birthday: a typewriter. It's a grey Remington Fleetwing & only cost fifty dollars, much less than what my mother was expecting it to be. The sad news about all of that is I only got all of it because my favourite stationary shop was closing its doors permanently. I found out the week before & when I saw the sign, I really almost did start crying.

I adored that shop - it wasn't any ordinary stationary shop by any means. The nice lady who owned it kept a huge kitty in the window, sold typewriters that she bought & repaired herself, & sold so many adorable, strange & for me, very useful bits & bobs like French perfume stickers, cute Japanese glue containers, disturbing pages from old medical books, old fabric remnants & all sorts of things I loved. I went in there quite a few times for my art supplies & I wanted to take

laii up there when she came up in March. In fact, I wouldn't have my typewriter at all if it hadn't had its final sale this weekend - Mother waits to buy all my birthday gifts the week of my birthday, apparently, but she let me have these early for obvious reasons.

Anyway, my pride & joy, my typewriter. I've yet to name it, oddly enough. I'm leaning toward Marwood, actually, in honour of the Underwood typewriters which she also used to sell in her shop & of course, as an homage to one of my favourite films, which actually features a typewriter in one shot. But I keep calling it 'old girl' at the same time. (I was pulling it/him/her out of the case & was saying, 'Steady old girl, don't break on me now') But I have no girl's name I particularly like right now.

Hmm. I do like Marwood for my typewriter a lot, really. But I'll give it some more thought.

♥ fallen in love with the band Chameleon Circuit, thanks to

bornbackwards. THEY ARE AWESOME. ::nods::

♥ been informed that my kitty is doing well, save for his mouth, of course, & that he's gained a pound since his last visit, which was good news, according to the vet who saw him. He'll have to go back for some blood work soon & then the surgery for his teeth will be scheduled.

I'm still a little stressed about the surgery. He's six, which I know (thanks to everyone who gave me some calming words & hugs when all of this began!) isn't old, but still - there's always the possibility that something could happen & I'm just panicky over the idea of anything happening to my cat. I wouldn't want to have surgery of any sort myself, so it'll be so much more worse for my baby. But his mouth is so horribly infected that he needs the surgery; he can't go without it.

& I'm concerned about the blood work. They told us when we first took him to be seen about his mouth that there is the possibility that he could have developed feline AIDS, even though he tested negative as a kitten. & from you bunnies, I know that even if he does have it, he'll still be able to live & have a good life, but at the same time, I'm scared sick just at the idea that he could have it.

♥ bought Mummy's birthday gift & card. Her birthday's three days before mine, which is both interesting & embarrassing for me personally, because that means when I was going to be born, she was already in the hospital, waiting for me to come into the world. (& to top it off, I was two weeks late & kicked her at six on the morning I was born. I actually feel really fucking guilty for causing her that much trouble & ruining her birthday before I was even born. I mean, if that doesn't mark me out as the lowest scum of this planet, what does?) So I always feel a little guilty about that. Birthdays should be fun & should be spent with people you like, doing things you want! Not stuck in hospital, waiting for your overdue, already lazy baby to make her way out into the world.

♥ went back to my Master moodtheme. The Paris one was lovely, but I want the Master right now. Actually, I'm using this one until I finish uploading the animated Life on Mars moodtheme I came across.

Speaking of moodthemes, I should practise cap colouring (ugh, do not want) so I can make a Withnail & I one. Those caps are insanely dark & sombre, so I have to try & colour them a bit.

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I think I've learned the secret - or my personal secret, anyway - to writing in my paper diary. I write in it not everyday, but when I truly have something to say, or something to think about. To me, that is what my diary is about - not feeling obligated to talk about every little thing I do every day, but a place to write about what I don't write here, & to think about things for myself. Stuff like that.

Also, I adore writing with a fountain pen. Down with ballpoints, up with fountain pens!! (gel pens, especially sparkly ones, however, & rollerball pens are exempt from this statement, mind you.) & filling it is a lot easier than I thought it would be.

(&? I love my fingers being stained with ink. I really do, for some reason.)

It's almost three in the morning here, but I think I'm going to go back to working on the epic Sarah/Romana/Eight. It seems to have become my . . . my, what I do not know, actually. Preoccupation? Nah, too strong. Pastime? Nah, too weak. Project? Alright, that's a winner! We'll go with that - my project! (also, sleep wastes my time! I could be writing instead of sleeping!)

(it's the first thing I'm working on for

getyourwordsout - I'm not giving up. No way. I can & am a lot of things, but this time, for this challenge I've signed myself up for - I'm not going to be a quitter. As Two would say, I'm staying on & fighting on!)

I think we've been in here a bit too long. I feel creative
listening to Scissor Sisters ♦ Tits On the Radio

Twilight comes out today, doesn't it? Or tomorrow. Either way, dudes . . . BRB, HANGING MYSELF.

(& also totally doesn't help that there is a grown man sitting next to me here in the bookshop reading that damn book. WILL WE NEVER BE FREE? & he took his shoes off to do it! WTF IT IS NOT THAT INTERESTING, MAN!)

O, & guess who finished Seasons of Fear yesterday? EIGHT/CHARLEY OMG. & OMG OMG CHARLEY. I LOVE HER EVEN MORE NOW. Charley = WIN. So expect more squee later this evening.

BUT NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO RANT & RAVE OVER SUCH THINGS.

The time has, however, finally arrived for the last instalment of my epic Withnail & I picspam! Ah, I loved doing this. & I hoped at least a couple of you enjoyed looking at it!

This final part is, of course, once again, dedicated to velvet_midnight, who I think will find this part most enjoyable, as a few others of you might. ::clears throat::

(& velvet_midnight? There are a few goodies for you at the very end!)

& in case you missed the first two parts?

One!

Two!

♥♥ NOT DIALUP FRIENDLY BY ANY MEANS KNOWN TO THE INTERWEBS. ♥♥

& as per usual, all caps are gankable, just please credit me if you use them somewhere.

( part three - 'I assure you, Officer, I'm not drunk. Honestly. I've only had a few ales.' )

& now, for velvet_midnight & for alli_everyday, should she so desire, here are the promised extras!

( tah-tah-tah! )

I think we've been in here a bit too long. I feel cheerful
listening to OLIVIA ♦ Rain

A few days ago, my mummy let slip that my British!Auntie's parents had recently purchased a house up in Northern California, somewhere in Sonoma, I believe. After they fix it up & whatnot, they're planning on living here four months out of the year, then the rest of the time, my aunt & her family can use it if they wish.

So what all of that means, is that I have a relative with a house in the country.

(& my aunt already said that maybe we could go up there for a weekend.)

& when Mother told me that, I said, 'Well then. That's worth me learning to drive, isn't it?' ('cause then the two of us could go up there for the weekend, or I could myself.)

So basically, minus the drugs & alcohol, plus anxiety-killing pills, I'm turning into a girl version of Marwood, aren't I?

Yeah, I thought so.

So, did you all enjoy part one of of my epic Withnail & I picspam? I hope you did, 'cause here's part two, loves. ::is a twirly thing::

Once again, this is for my lovely lady velvet_midnight & also, for igrayne, since she loved the first part!

♥♥ NOT DIALUP FRIENDLY WHATSOEVER! ♥♥

( part two - 'We're not from London!' )

& yes, they WILL be back tomorrow, lovebubbles, when I post part three, which is my favourite part so far & tomorrow, you'll see why.

I think we've been in here a bit too long. I feel naughty
listening to Amy Winehouse ♦ You Know I'm No Good

Alright, my darling kittens, here is my much babbled about first part of the epic picspam of the film Withnail & I. I swear, I would have had it up much sooner, but uploading all of those caps was a bitch & a half to do, honestly. Nevertheless, I hope those who gaze upon it enjoy it! (& then go & see the film. 'cause I can guarantee, you will laugh until you can't breathe.)

This spam & the goodies at the very end is all for the lovely miss velvet_midnight, because she is a darling & somehow, has not seen this film yet, even though I think she'd quite like it. I hope this is to your liking, bb!

♥ NOT DIAL-UP FRIENDLY WHATSOEVER! SERIOUSLY DUDES, NOT KIDDING. ♥

(& also, if anyone would like to gank a few caps for any particular reason, feel free to! However, since I did take all of these myself, please credit me if you use them? Thankyou!)

( part one - even a stopped clock gives the right time twice a day. )

Yes . . . I warned you for how big this would be, didn't I? Anyhow! Part two = up tonight hopefully, if not, then tomorrow!

I think we've been in here a bit too long. I feel giggly
listening to Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Tick

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