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I'm off to New York this evening, so I'll catch you all in about a week. Behave yourselves while I'm gone, don't do anything I wouldn't do, or, if you must, remember the details so I can grill you about when I get back.

Here, a Kellan-Spam to make up for my absence: )

Take care of yourselves! Caity Out. ♥
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Umm... here, free porn? )
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I think I am the only person in the world who's currently grateful that the weekend is over. I cannot do 15 hours straight on my feet any more.

I refuse to smile at any more drunken 40-somethings blatently staring down my top (newsflash guys - you can't see anything! I checked myself in front of a mirror before I left!). I refuse to be polite when you watch me send everything through my till and then tell me it's all on a tab. I refuse to say 'excuse me' to anyone behind the bar standing chatting when I'm working my arse off. I refuse to find the last rounded Stella glass for you because you 'only wanted Stella because of the pretty glasses'.

I love French guys who tell me it's OK to serve wine in half-pint glasses because 'zat is verry French', and who ask me if I 'do everything here?' and who wear flat caps inside because 'it is ze style, no?'. I love my regulars who buy packs of Pork Scratchings and tell me I have to share the pack with them. I love regulars who tell me I'm the one pouring them their best pints after my boss has just yelled at me. I love cute blond guys who are patient enough to let me deal with my more pissy regulars and then ask me first if I'm OK.

I love my job, I just hate how many hours I spend doing it... And now I can only speak coherantly in French. C'est tres amusant, non? ♥
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This is a Happy Post which is filled with happy things. Feel free to squee, or even add your own happy things to it. I am liking the amount of happy in this post.

May it be the shadows' call will fly away/ May it be you journey on to light the day/ When the night is overcome,/ You may rise to find the sun. )
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Yesterday, I got lost in a multi-story carpark for three quarters of an hour. With a car who hates inclines and completely ran out of oil on me. That was a scary journey. And then when we finally got to the barrier to escape, it wouldn’t accept my ticket, and I had to call security and get them to let me out. *headdesk* Then, I went to see the new Twilight film.

Don’t judge me, I was dragged there! )

And on the way back, my Tia car lost power to her engine, so we had to nurse her back and switch for Eric, who was faithful as ever and rescued us. Though he did spit the glove-box at Danni several times, and she only has skinny knees. Hopefully, I can fix Tia myself, since I can’t afford to drop her into the garage just now.

I now seem to have started and argument between Welsh people over the correct pronunciation of the letter ‘y’. We don’t have ‘y’ in Gaelic, I’m beginning to think that might be because it causes too many arguments…
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Wales always messes with me. I always forget that I need to look for Welsh place-names rather than the English ones, and that roads that continue on maps tend to turn into the sea without warning on the land. I also forget that Gaelic is no help whatsoever with anything Welsh. *sighs* I am never driving in Wales by myself again, I only managed to escape via Sennybridge, which was helpfully labeled by the Army with "East-bound (England) Traffic, follow BYPASS A40". In Red.

On the plus side, I had the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in; the cute little pub had awesome cider that knocked me sideways at two in the afternoon; and I just had 'gigli' pasta, which has indeed made me giggly. *beams*

Never again Wales, never again until next year at least.
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  • I think I need to buy a teapot. They’re so cute and it would save me all the hassle of having to boil up the kettle each time and find the teabags and wait hours for it to brew. But, then there’d be hassle with finding loose tea and remembering to strain it, wouldn’t there. Oh, and also with the part where tea is my I-want-to-go-home-and-curl-up-under-the-duvet-with-my-teddy-bear comfort drink, so buying a teapot is a bit like tempting fate. Oh. Maybe not buying a teapot then. But they’re so cute!

  • I am so hungry! I’ve been carb-loading out of habbit all week, so I stopped today (and only ate a few slices of pizza, because I’m sensible like that). But now I’m craving pasta and bread and I’m all out of Nutri-Grain bars for bulk. *sighs* I’m going to get back into long runs just so I can eat properly again.

  • I have become nocturnal once again. It happens. I’m used to it. I work nights in the holidays in any case. It still makes me cross that people have decided I am lazy because I work ten hour shifts that finish at 0200hrs and don’t then get up at 0600hrs. I have nothing to be awake for at that time, why should I deprive myself of desperately needed sleep?

  • Writing is not going well. I had a sudden burst of inspiration at 0300hrs a few days ago, and now there are three four [ profile] rounds_of_kink prompts on the go, but I keep stuttering to a halt in the middle of them. Tyler keeps being a rag-doll; Pogue’s far too invested in Caleb’s welfare to notice Tyler being all wet and adorable in an otherwise empty hot tub; Nate can’t decide what he was wearing before he ended up in Brad’s kitchen and therefore can’t work out whether he can run home or not; and Reid is being Reid and refusing to speak to me at all. Boys! *throws hands up in despair*

  • I have worked out what was upsetting me so much about the almost-wank in the GK fandom. I’m going to think about it some more, and then try and do something constructive about it. I hate wank so much!

  • Also for the GK fandom, I think we need a massive rec list that details everything written so far. Then it could be a first port of call when people are looking for a fic and can’t remember what it was called. I know [ profile] alethialia did one a while ago, and there’s the Porn Skirmish and also the Porn Battle… Am I missing something big? I need to make a list I think.

  • There is no rugby now until November. On the one hand, that gives everyone much-needed recovery time. On the other hand, I’m bored already. Somehow, England seem to still be in the World Cup. I don’t know how that happened but I would very much like my television back please. Oh, and I would also like to be allowed not to be English. Some of us that live here actually have a heritage, difficult as that may be to comprehend.

  • Umm… How beautiful is Ed Westwick!? I must catch up on Gossip Girl…
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Day 3 & Day 4 )

Ironically, I managed to forget every book I've ever read in my exam this morning. That was somewhat entertaining...

And now Cus is damaged and probably won't play against Argentina on the weekend. *sad face*


Jun. 5th, 2010 07:15 pm
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I hate real life. It gets in the way so much!

[ profile] idrilfinial and [ profile] stoptheraptors: I missed both of your Birthdays because I am a horrible person. Forgive me?

My life is a boring mess of Henrician Britain, Stalinist Russia and Feminist Propaganda. None of this is fun. Occassionally my boys also loose some rugby, just to cheer me up. Is fun. Bring on the summer!

30 Days Meme )

Also, please point me at anything fun/important/interesting floating around on LJ or teh interwebs that I've probably missed.

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Today I had The Most Fun Ever (by which I mean that I was amused for over an hour). Mostly this consisted of not having sheet music (as if I wouldn’t have a contingency plan, I am the queen of making shit up as I go along!), and then getting to watch everyone’s jaws drop at my jazz-style Summertime with added crazy-high parts. Yeah, I LOL’d. But I’d forgotten how good it feels just to sing sometimes, and the acoustics in our performance room are amazing! It’s like singing in a Cathedral *swoons*.

I am going to buy this dress. Because it is prettyful. And I am thinking I could dress it up or down, so it will be an investment, not just an impulse buy. And then of course I’ll have to buy shoes to go with it…

I glanced through an essay from one of the upper fours while I was waiting to do something else (because I’m nosy like that), and it made me smile. The question was “Sassoon and Owen were in a mental hospital together, do you think these poems are the work of madmen?” and the girl had concluded that she liked Owen’s poem best and that they couldn’t have been crazy because their poems were too good. Which made me smile, because that’s a beautiful way of looking at it.

Keya and I have decided that guys with swords are invariably hotter than guys without swords. We think the swords add about three points onto a guy’s rating. And we like Sean Bean’s voice. And Ed Westwick, but more when he’s being Ed Westwick than when he’s being Chuck Bass. And then we had a fight, because I think Nate Archibald is the epitome of beautiful, and Keya disagrees. Because she is wrong.

I am eventually going to write all of this in a fic. Not the same fic. Different fics. <small>I really wanted to write ‘Fick’ there.</small> )

I am going to try and catch up on FNL before the finale. Mostly because I'm really woried about Tim. *wibbles* ♥
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We lost to France. Again. And I was really hoping for some wins this year! Scotland fans seem to live in hope. *sighs*

I am never living in London. It’s fun for a few hours, but I can’t imagine what it would be like to live in a massive city where everyone is so rude. They say northerners are the cold ones in this country, but if I had to choose between being lost in London and being lost in Edinburgh, I’d take Edinburgh every time.

Trip to Camden. With Polar Bears! )

And Proof that Rugby is better than football (maybe NSFW)! )

[WTF happened to my Facebook page!? If it’s not broke, don’t fix it. Or at least have an ‘opt out’. Fucking Facebook, no wonder I keep forgetting it’s there… And how am I meant to log out!? THIS MAKES NO SENSE!]
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More snow. Lots of it. Caity is coooold!

My friend Katy can’t eat cake or chocolate any more, which makes her sad (and Katy is a big sister like me, so she’s everyone’s Mum and she makes sure we all get proper hugs, so it’s extra sad). But she can eat Rice Krispie treats! So I’m gonna make Rice Krispie Treats for her! I think I have to add something to the marshmallows before I melt them… Might have to go and check that.

What the Hell is ‘Glee’ and why is it/are they murdering Queen songs while I’m trying to eat toast and cram history notes?

I now have empirical proof that my though patterns are freaky: my flow charts cascade and the overlaps show chronology. I think in four dimensions. *headdesk*

My muse needs a serious talking to, I have become more shallow than a paddling pool and I don’t like it.

Happy Things:
  • I recognised text by Karl Marx from the tiniest clues ever! My powers of deduction know no bounds!
  • No working on Friday, so I can sleep before I’m up at 0500 to catch a train to London(!).
  • I have all afternoon free tomorrow to catch up on… whatever catches my attention at the time.

  • The guy at my Debate Chamber workshop summed me up in three words: “Passionate but absent-minded”. I beamed. ♥
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I have this nagging feeling that I was supposed to do something for someone today, but I can't think what it was or for whom. I just hope it wasn't too important, whatever it was...
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I am finally up to date on all my essays (eight of them in the last three days *flops down dead*).
I have read all my notes for history for the coming week.
I have ordered all my new texts off Amazon, to arrive before the weekend.
I have sorted out my shifts for the weekend.
I have submitted draft coursework for review.
I have chosen my coursework titles.
I have learned my parts for joint Choral (and remembered to speak Ecclesiastic and not Classical Latin)
I have chosen my piece for Sarah’s concert.
I am writing fic.
What could possibly go wrong?
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  • My writing sucks. There used to be depth and emotion and anguish and darkness and now there’s just pretty on the surface and faded bruises underneath. I want to write death fic and I want to tear my characters apart and not give them happy endings.

  • Someone posted an old interview with some of the Marines from GK (the real ones), saying how broken they were by the end of everything, how much Iraq had screwed them over. It made me so angry. And now I’m trying to figure it all out in my head. Maybe you have to be a bit broken to be properly calm in the end?

  • I want to comment about gun play, but I’m not sure I can get all the contradictions settled in my head. I’m toying with the idea of GK gun play, but then my brain reminds me of all the reasons why that wouldn’t work. Which would make it something of a challenge…

  • Nate drinks Talisker (which comes from here )). If I get old, I’m going to have a spaniel puppy and live out there and write a book and be a crazy lady. But only for as long as I can climb mountains. If I can’t climb mountains, I don’t want to be here any more.

  • I love how little kids have so much imagination. They can just amuse themselves for hours with cardboard boxes because the boxes are really a castle and there’s a dragon hiding under the stairs, but it can’t see you if you’re behind a cushion. They don’t know that there are good dragons though…
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    1. My Puppy and I went on a four mile walk yesterday. She was all bouncy and got covered in mud, I met a grand total of five people the entire time (which is pretty much my idea of heaven) and had Nate Fick reading aloud to me and teaching me all about being a Marine. All things considered, it was the best hour of my holiday so far.

    2. I managed to sleep through New Year. And… well, I’m pretty much sleeping through everything at the moment. I’m starting to wonder if I have anaemia or something, because I have not been this tired in a long, long time. And I can’t process anything anyone is saying to me. Is fun.

    3. Dr Who very nearly made me cry. I think I’m gonna have to watch it again now that I know what happens. Without hiding behind the bear.

    4. Gen Kill DVDs are awesome. ASkars and PJ Ransone’s commentary is killing me! I love how they put the actors through boot camp, it really shows in the weapon handling and everything. I think I’m just about over my Real Person squick, so maybe the muses can come back out of hiding. Somehow I have over 6k words of AU and still no porn. This makes me sad. Also, I really want Rudy/Pappy fic.

    5. Coffee!

    6. Oh Walt! It’s OK baby, the car wasn’t stopping and you’re chin strapped. *< /3*

    And now, I’m gonna have a bath in the middle of the night and give my headspace a serious talking to, because this is not funny any more.
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    Dear World,

    Moving a group of people from point A to point B on a deadline is not difficult. Please not to be making it so.

    No love,


    PS Move your bloody car!


    Dec. 21st, 2009 11:49 pm
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    When Wouse dreams his tail spazzes out! It's very cute. Mostly 'cause Wouse is my favourite.


    Dec. 20th, 2009 01:48 am
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    It snoow on Bella and me! And we were very excited and managed not to slip too often on the roads. But it snoow! And there is pretty white stuff everywhere! *bounces-like-kid-on-speed* ♥
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    I have to be asleep within the next three minutes. Somehow I don’t think this is going to happen.

    I’d forgotten how badly coffee before food gives me verbal diarrhoea. I couldn’t concentrate on more than two sentences at once, and only if I closed my eyes at the end of every paragraph. Trying to only talk about one thing at once was entertaining. I kind of found Ray’s headspace for a while and it was more than a little bit scary.

    The concert was beyond awful *shudders*. I’m all for giving little people a chance, but I was under the impression that duets involved harmony, or, you know, actual singing. Actual singing would have been nice. I’m gonna try and wipe that from my memory…

    Brad’s gone all sulky on me and is refusing to resolve all his stuff with Nate. And Nate… is still deciding whether to call Brad on his shit or just walk away because some things aren’t worth it. I hate when canon fucks with a good plot.

    Also, Real!Nate Fick’s voice… and general command of the English Language kind of makes me squee…


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