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| Saturday, July 26th, 2008 |
webofglass
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9:33a |
Took me three years, but I finally got it. According to the state of Virginia, I am now officially authorized to operate a motorized vehicle. :] The lady I had was so much better than the jackass from last time. She was such a happy, tiny little woman. Funny and full of giggles. She reminded me of Mrs Weasley. PARTY TIME! :D Current Mood:  bouncy |
comicstar
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8:23p |
Well, after going home from work (the woolworths one not the awesome one) injured, the day has been alright. We just had "the best thai meal since thursday" and now I'm going to go hunt some treasure in AOE3 on my new computer and eat American candy and drink Dr Pepper and watch Seinfeld. And as great as all that is, I'm actually wishing the weekend would hurry up so I can go back to work :( |
emiloy
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11:50a |
ha! my mum is really made of awesome ^^
here's the title she used for the 24 hours of Spa Preview:
Spa. It’s where everything changes – and you’ve got to be ready…
ha!! it's excellent, don'tcha think? ^^
now, how many of our journalists will recognise it, at all? hmm... |
scytheandroses
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3:23a |
'And I shall drop you off alive, hooker or no.'
We-ell, now that I have AWESOME socks, life is obviously a better place.
Look, the hobo stuck the needle--rusted or not--in his own arm, and from that point on, the case was his. No one could touch him, and no one would have dared. Cringing to the touch and on edge, so close to calling blame (or so one might and so they did suppose), he became untouchable. An entity unto himself, a god in his own fashion, until he died of lockjaw, clutching a half-living raccoon.
The raccoon, they say, was merely an innocent victim. So was the passerby who found himself to be the victim of a falling piano. The hazards of city life, they said.
It's been goddamn loud in this house. I am not a fan. Tomorrow, however, should be quieter... So shall see. And hopefully will be a good sort of seeing. As in, you know, getting things organized, maybe doing some work. Reading on the Wilson o' the August variety and looking over the props list, at the very least. And horn practice. Holy hell, that would be excellent. Then it's, what, four and a half days leftbefore heading out to California? So that works. House'll be rather full, given the fact that the six of us and a Jigglypuff'll be around, but eh. Worst case, there's always the library, and I've got things to be running around and doing, anyway. FUN.
Do you like... oxymorons? Running at c (be careful with this one; it may feel good in the occurence, but the stab in the side afterward is painful like you WOULDN'T believe... and this practice, it should be noted, is best reserved for Mason and times you cannot find)? Perhaps a swift kick in the jaw?
Alas, you can afford none of these. Your wallet, dear sir (dear madame?) has been filched. And what are you going to do about it?
That's right. Not a good goddamned thing.
For the record, Michael wins the evening's Arrested Development speakage... thing.
"I was wondering if you might be willing to go somewhere with me. I would pay you."
"You’ll pay me?"
"Not... Not for sex. You’re going to think that I’m Jack the Ripper, right? Didn’t he kill prostitutes or...?
"I’m not a prostitute."
"Then I shall let you live."
Yay, indeed.
Current Music: Stockholm Syndrome, Muse |
| Friday, July 25th, 2008 |
webofglass
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6:14p |
Alice is my home girl.  I'm ready for the release party, now. :] So I woke up obnoxiously early, this morning, to go take my placement test (since the walk in days are first come first serve) to make sure that I got one, and yeah. I was slightly annoyed that I woke up as early as I did when there were really only about six or seven people in there at a time. Ah, well. At least I lost sleep and got there when it was empty rather than slept in and it be completely full. Anyway, I completely aced both of the English portions (which really isn't shocking since I've been in Honors English for as long as I can remember). I got an 85 on the reading (which is lame since the questions were so easy and I know I did better than that but whatever), and a 100 on the writing. And I completely bombed the Math portion, which I thought was odd. I mean, no, Math and I have never been BFFs, but still. Both portions of the test really weren't that bad. Granted I also should account for the fact that I haven't looked at any of this stuff in at least two years and I've always gotten good grades in math despite it. I don't know. I got a 34 in Pre-Algebra, which is just on the line of the safety zone, and I got a 23 in Algebra. Oh well. I don't need to be a mathematician as a theater and art major so oh well. I'll survive. OH AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT MY CALCULATOR AT HOME. GOOD JORB, ASH. GOOD JORB. Buh. Oh! And tomorrow I'm going down to DMV to try for my license, again. There's honestly no doubt in my mind that I really can get it, this time. I can drive any and everywhere, and I am the parking queen. Word. Current Mood:  busyCurrent Music: Spice Girls - Viva Forever |
grimmy23
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4:27p |
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grimmy23
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1:56p |
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girlofprey
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6:23p |
Batman: The Dark Knight Poll #1229577 Batman Slash
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: AllDo people think there will be: Just a quick one: ( Batman: The Dark Knight )And now I'm going to see it again. Look, there were scheduling and ticket booking issues. Don't judge me. See you in a bit! Current Mood:  happyCurrent Music: None |
doctor_banana
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6:18p |
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imaginaryalice
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2:52a |
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| Thursday, July 24th, 2008 |
scytheandroses
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9:00p |
Ahahahahahahaha no.
Oh, I know. How about you're a bunch of fucking morons? And how about you shut the fuck up and keep it shut, hey?
Christ. |
bitterfig
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7:14p |
Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell For the last month or so I’ve been engrossed in Susanna Clarke’s novel Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. It’s a huge book, a meticulously detailed 19 th century style novel. In 1806 as the Napoleonic wars are raging, the reclusive Mr. Norrell takes it upon himself to revive practical (as opposed to theoretical) magic in England, where it has been dormant for the past three centuries. Of course Mr. Norrell has some very specific ideas of what magic ought to be. Over the years he’s amassed the definitive library on the subject, yet he has no desire to share his books or knowledge with other magicians so that they might make the step from theoretical to practical. In fact even the existence of theoretical magicians seems to irk Norrell. His first demonstration of practical magic is tinged with his possessiveness of magic and malice towards those he considers unworthy of calling themselves magicians. When the Learned Society of York Magicians doubts Norrell’s claim to be a practical magician (after all, it has been 300 years since magic was practiced) Norrell agrees to prove himself but the members of the Society are required to take an oath that if Norrell is capable of performing magic none of them will ever again study magic or call themselves magicians. Previous to Mr. Norrell’s rise in prominence magic and fairies were synonymous in the public imagination, something Norrell, an association Norrell is determined to see buried. So far as he is concerned fairies are dangerous and should not be dealt with by a proper magician. As such Norrell dismisses the magical legacy of the mythical Raven King who once ruled in both England and Fairie. An avarice hoarding of knowledge and an aversion to fairies are the twin pillars of Norrell’s vision of English magic and yet he violates both of his dearly cherished principles—and there are far reaching consequences. When Norrell arrives in London, he is unable to convince the government to take him seriously or see the usefulness of his magic. When Lady Emma, the fiancé of high ranking government official Sir Walter Pole dies Norrell strikes a deal with a fairy king referred to only as “the gentleman with thistle-down hair” to revive her. Pole get’s his wife back and Norrell gets his in with the government but there is a considerable price to be paid. According to the deal Norrell made, half of Emma’s remaining life belongs to the gentleman with thistle-down hair and he holds both her and household servent Stephen Black in magical thrall. Later Mr. Norrell meets Jonathan Strange, a young man presumptuous enough to practice magic. Though largely self taught Strange is an imaginative and innovative magician. Norrell is impressed and rather than crushing Strange’s magical aspirations takes him on as a student. Strange proves to have a very different approach to practical magic then Mr. Norrell. While Norrell has remained in London and aided the British army from a distance, Strange encamps with Wellington and experiences the triumphs, discomforts and horrors of war firsthand. His natural creativity emboldened by his wartime experiences Strange longs to venture deeper into magic. He quickly grows impatient with Norrell’s cautious approach to magic and the way he hordes his knowledge and the two part ways. They eventually become rivals, struggling to define English magic. Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell is taking me forever to read (I still have about 200 pages left at this writing) but I’m enjoying every minute of it. Clarke flawlessly incorporates real-life historical elements into the world of the novel which has a complex and richly detailed past involving magic, magicians and fairies. There is a great deal of wit in the novel that seems quintessentially British to me. Clarke draws her characters with a spot-on sharpness reminiscent of Jane Austen. Really a wonderful novel. |
dw_10rosefan
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4:07p |
*testing* |
grimmy23
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3:22p |
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webofglass
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1:26p |
"Here's my card. "  :] Current Mood:  bored |
grimmy23
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9:04a |
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jadekirk
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2:08p |
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scytheandroses
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3:54a |
Poll #1228787 MUST KNOW.
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: AllWhat IS the answer? Current Music: Torn & Frayed, The Rolling Stones |
| Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008 |
scytheandroses
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12:29p |
We are back. Actually, back as of about two in the morning yesterday, but eh. Returned earlier than originally anticipated, which is probably a very good thing... It was very much getting to the 'hey-ohhhhh, getting a little TENSE here, guys' points. Getting there a little bit a lot. But no death, not too many arguments, and all in all, seems to've gone well enough.
Apparently, I'm going to be doing a fairly low-pressure sort of props job whilst in California. Barber of Seville, yo. Mostly collecting things, and sounds like it's more a practical we need these than a find the most suitable sort of deal. Which is sort of sad, but probably tolerable, given the amount of time that will be had for the-researchings. Between this and the housing thing, however, looks as if I won't be falling too much behind in terms of that whole financial side of life. Which is definitely a plus.
Leaving for California in about a week. Zay.
Today was decently productive. Tomorrow should probably be a day of some errand-running. HOLY SHIT at some point, might actually re-dye the hair. Because I haven't in, oh, a year or so... probably more, actually. Because I'm pretty sure the last time was before Vermont-interning. So yeah. Hasn't entirely faded, but it is bothering the hell out of me. And has been for quite a while... But ah, have a reason now! Sort of. With the internship thing and all... Yes. Well. That should be happening soon, anyway. What fun.
Oh, and on the trip-thing... Sooo yes. Missed the tent, but I suppose the trailer had its uses. Biggest thumbs up goes to the time spent wandering around Charleston by my lonesome, because fuck yes, just sort of going hrmmmm around historic-like district and then walking by the water was a most excellent time. We ended up going into North Carolina, staying around the Outer Banks area. Then to South Carolina and Charleston-time. Then up through Smokies-ish and back home. Charleston-time tin general was the most interesting, actually, given the Fort Sumter aaaand the military museum-ing that came in addition to wandering time. Outer Banks notable mostly for beach-time with very few people around, which was excellent, and I suppose random ferry ride was entertaining enough. And there was the almost-disaster with Mr. Jackass, aheh. But Charleston had Connie, hrm...
Yeah. May post some pictures in addition to the Rutledge, just because. But, man, that Rutledge moment? XD Fuck yes.
"Sleazing." Use the word often, and use it well. Yeah, watching Beetlejuice is always a good time. And really hadn't remembered that particular word-use... But it kind of definitely wins. And the movie still gets a yay. Burton can piss me off likewhoa (need I get started on the Sweeney Todd thing?), bu-ut in this case? Am a decent enough fan, yep.
Beh. Brain doesn't want to behave. Damn and curses. Et et et. Multi-curses.
Hehe. Cicero was struck by a huge fucking bolt of lightning. What a shithead.
Current Music: Butterflies and Hurricanes, Muse |
| Thursday, July 24th, 2008 |
teal_wolf
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5:58a |
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teal_wolf
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4:02a |
Barty Crouch Jr - Damaged Barty Crouch Jr, his time as a Death Eater, and being sent to Azkaban. With memories of his past, and what happened in his life to turn him into the man he became.
Memories -- Grey
Dream - Blue (towards end)
Clips from:
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Doctor Who
Chiller
Casanova
Takin' Over the Asylum
Song is Damaged by Assemblage 23
*I decided to make this vid for a ff I'm working on, focusing on what made Barty they way he is.
**I'm still rather new to this video making stuff, so don't expect anything brilliant. Hopefully it'll be pretty good though... |
| Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008 |
bitterfig
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7:36p |
my "before" pictures When I was 22 and 23 years old (in 1994 and 1995) I lost over 100 pounds. I've managed to keep most of that weight off (though at a tremendous cost-- the time and energy I devote to keeping my weight down has pretty much crippled me in a lot of other areas. For instance, I don't exactly have a social life or a career.) While I was at my parents house last week I was looking through some of my things and found some pictures of myself from when I was college age. Photos of me from this time are fairly rare, I was very reluctant to pose because I thought I was so disgusting. Looking at them however I can't help but think that I wasn't quite as bad as I thought. In all honesty the first thing that strikes me when looking at them isn't my size but my glasses. They're hideous. I really should have gotten smaller frames but that wasn't the sort of thing I'd have ever considered doing at the time because all I could think of was that I was fat and I had to fix that before I could even consider anything else. I guess I've always had tunnel vision where my weight is concerned. |
bitterfig
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6:31p |
why is this so difficult? I ended up calling in to work yesterday and today which is pretty sad considering that I’ve only been back from vacation for two days. I sort of knew I was going to do it yesterday. When I saw the schedule on Sunday I really felt like there was no way I could go in for the All Store Meeting from 6:30 to 8:00 a.m. and then work a 12:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. shift. Then today I was tired (I slept most of the morning) and having weird chills and didn’t want to deal with working. Exactly what is it I find work so difficult? First there’s the sheer tediousness factor which I think everyone feels. I of course add to that a whole level of various stresses—worries that I’ll displease a customer, that I’ll break one of the numerous rules, that I haven’t responded properly to a question, that I’m a failure, that I’m stupid, unfriendly, ugly and an all around miserable excuse for a human being. Then there’s the level of physical discomfort and pain. My legs and feet hurt from standing. I grind my teeth when I’m anxious so I usually have a sore jaw and a low level headache that’s made worse by all the background noise and music. Something with the air conditioning makes my sinuses feel very raw, almost peeled. When I don’t eat properly I don’t really get hungry per say but I do get very, very tired and it’s an effort stay focused. Of course when I do eat I feel really, really cold for the next hour. I’m sure it’s all psychosomatic or brought on myself. I guess the question is why should I find my life so overwhelming that deliberately shut down like this? Maybe because I’m unhappy with where I am and I know I can’t go back to living in my parent’s attic which means I’ll have to find something else to do, something new and different and unfamiliar the mere thought of which makes me want to give up already, curl up and disappear. |
girlofprey
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10:53p |
The True Story of Luke Rattigan (with pictures) There are 4 cinemas in my town, that I know of. The biggest one, Cineworld, had an exclusive preview screening of Batman: The Dark Knight tonight, unlike any other in town. They were also charging £12.50 for this screening (with a free poster!), which I wasn't entirely down with. When I decided today that I wanted to see it anyway, it turned out they'd sold out of all but the front row, which means you have to crane your neck to an unfortunate angle apparently. So I'm going to see one of the previews tomorrow. Thusly, just in case I am obsessed with it, I wanted to do this now. That's right, Luke Rattigan picspam. You've been warned. ( Luke Rattigan: An entirely true story (with some commentary) )TRUE FACTS. Possibly coming up: It's A Tautology Damnit!, Part 2! ETA: The pictures are bizarrely small in the post. That will teach me to do it the quick 'Insert Image' way. Anyway, if you're interested, you can click on the pictures to go to the bigger, prettier versions. x Current Mood: jubilantCurrent Music: Ghetto Superstar - Pras Michel featuring ODB and Mya |
comicstar
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7:42p |
I love, love, love my new job. That is all. Current Mood:  happy happy happy |
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