Heads you Live, Tails you Die

I PASSED MY EXAMS! (KIND OF REALLY WELL, IN FACT) *happy face*

( Umm... here, free porn? )

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. )

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.

( 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*

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* ♥

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. ♥

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 AM WRITING FANFIC FOR COURSEWORK.
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?

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.

When Wouse dreams his tail spazzes out! It's very cute. Mostly 'cause Wouse is my favourite.

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…