I can't tell you what it really is,
I can only tell you what it feels like,
And right now's a steel knife in my wind pipe.
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight.
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight.
High offa love, drunk from my hate, it's like I'm huffing paint and I love it the more I suffer,
I suffocate.
And, right before I'm about to drown,
she resuscitates me, she fucking hates me,
and I love it, wait -
Ah, blog, I'm back.
So, not much has been a-happening recently, and frankly, I find myself boring in my own blog so I'm trying not to blog meaninglessly every day (except on Tumblr). I've been thinking about something rather important things...again.
So, people have pointed out to me that i can be very negative about myself, even when it's unintentional. Well, I've examined that, personally. I thought, you know, I have all these REASONS to have a problem with self-worth. I justified it to myself for freaking years. To be fair, there are reasons, there is more than enough justification. But, where does that get me, eh?
So, I said to myself, 'Now, Frankie, a lot of bad stuff may have happened and it may have hurt you badly...but, you're an adult now and you've gotta stop being a little girl about it.'
And, naturally, since I said it to myself, there was no reply, or wise answer...so I went with it.
Y'know, I just kinda thought, I might feel awful about myself, but, at the end of the day...people aren't going to care whether you tell them or not. People care about themselves, and if you hurting will help them, then they're not going to help you out. And, after realising I couldn't just believe there was a good side to everyone, I've come to the conclusion that though it may mean being a bit tougher and not always so easy to agree to the ideas of others, it'll help me in the end.
Though, it's gotta be said: 'No one currrrr 'bout Sam'. That aside, I believe that if anyone truly awesome comes along, they won't need to be told, they'll just know. Naive, I know. But, it's kinda one way or the other...be honest and open with people about who you are and how you feel, or, don't be and don't get hurt.
So, woot for me. It's only taken me 14 years.
Anyway, I just thought I'd write it down, because...haha, you can't tell anyone that stuff directly.
I've thought that maybe, though sometimes it's scary to stand up to the people you care about, as you're worried they just don't care, or you'll lose them...sometimes you just have to. It's not cool for people to treat you badly, and if you don't say anything, you may still have them in your life, but they'll still be hurting you, so...what's the point in them being a part of it? if you're just going to worry, you may as well try and resolve it. Better to try, then be a coward all your life.
In any case, positive me will hopefully become permanent. And, if it doesn't...when I go to university I'll change my name, never visit my old friends and pretend I had a perfectly happy childhood. Bang, done. Then I'll become a spy, or join the army, get shot and it'll be an awesome death. I am joking.
But, I definitely like the idea of a new start at uni. I need to learn to not trust people so easily.
In other news, I've been re-watching True Blood Season one...I preferred Eric's hair is S1, truth be told...it was really hot. But, his accent was a bit too put on. I know Alexander Skagard HAS an accent, but he's putting it on slightly in S1. In S2, it's toned down (like his hair).
Also, I still find the two parts in episodes 3 and 4 where Sookie's fingering herself (or what looks like it anyway) really kinda creepy and un-necessary to the story. They should have stuck closer to the book with that, because it's out of character. I mean, they got the rest right, how Sookie shies away from intimate moments or 'rude' talk at Merlotte's. That part, it's a visual representation of the nervousness Charlaine Harris describes in the books. Then consider, though Sookie's a telepath and knows all the dirty things everyone's thinking, she's a virgin, she's 25 and is terrified of intimacy with men, and thinks anything sexual, or sexual thoughts are bad, because she's Christian. A Christian in Louisianna. Need I say more to prove that she wouldn't just be like 'Oh, yeah, I think I'll finger myself on the front porch of the vampire I fancy's house'. Errr...no.
Also, Anna Paquin...why?! Just...why? Personally, she didn't present herself as an amazing actress in the X-Men series to me. I mean, Rogue was my favourite character...but, I was nine, and at an age where all my favourite characters were girls because they were girls. Then I realised, duh, one you get to a certain age you fancy boys so...then all your favourite characters are men. So, now that I'm older, I see that I only thought she was cool because of her name, and the fact she was the only young girl on the good team.
Now it's Logan...God, Logan. Hugh Jackman...phwoar. Anyway, that aside, AP was VERY good in Fly Away Home, and I still love that film. But, i can't see why she got a gap between her teeth for TB.
That just strikes me as vain. Because, it's claimed that people find people with gaps between their front teeth more attractive, and certainly men apparently find it more sexually attractive. Even if that's so...I still think that Anna Paquin looks ridiculous with that massive gap between her front teeth. if it were subtle, it'd probably look awesome, but she's actually got quite small lips so it makes her teeth look like they're going to fall out. Not attractive. Her smile isn't all that nice either, and even as a straight girl i can tell when a girl has a nice smile. She's not one of them. The whole point of Sookie is she's this bubbly, blonde with a massive but lovely smile but everyone thinks she's crazy. Certainly, AP manages to act a bit queer even when she's around the vampires, which strikes me, she's probably just weird to begin with, nothing to do with telepathy.
I don't know, I know it all sounds very bitchy about an actress, but I'm not satisfied with how she plays her character. I mean, I LOVE TB, but...the first season was a bit off. Why was Tara such a bit character? She's not even in the first book for more than five minutes. And, Lafyette, he dies at the end of the first book...why's he in S2? And, all that crap about Tara's mum and deamons...that was so irritating, because they made a bunch of crap up to go along with the character of Tara and it made it stupid. Tara does have two alcoholic parents, and siblings that have left before her. But, she's not living with her mum in the books...and actually Tara runs her own clothes shop and is very polite. There's no one like TV-Tara in the books. Also, Jessica never exists in the books. Eric's maker isn't Godric. And, just generally...there are some big flaws in how they chose to tell the story.
On another note, I wasn't surprised when AP married Stephen Moyer.
To be honest, I can't be bothered to finish this right now, so another time, I'll continue on other shows.
Sunday, 31 July 2011
Friday, 15 July 2011
The Drug In Me Is You
My bodies tremblin' sends shivers down my spine
adrenaline kicks and shifts into overdrive,
your secrets keep you sick your lies keep you alive
snake eyes every single time you roll with crooked dice
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down
the kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house
I wrestle with my thoughts I shook the hand of doubt
running from my past i'm praying feet don't fail me now!
I've lost my god damn mind,
it happens all the time,
I cant believe I'm actually
meant to be here,
trying to consume,
the drug in me is you
and I'm so high on misery
cant you see!
adrenaline kicks and shifts into overdrive,
your secrets keep you sick your lies keep you alive
snake eyes every single time you roll with crooked dice
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down
the kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house
I wrestle with my thoughts I shook the hand of doubt
running from my past i'm praying feet don't fail me now!
I've lost my god damn mind,
it happens all the time,
I cant believe I'm actually
meant to be here,
trying to consume,
the drug in me is you
and I'm so high on misery
cant you see!
Hello, blog,
It's been a while.
It comes to something when you're writing a blog entry simply because you realise the only friend you have who give a crap is actually a tonne older than you...and has kids. I feel like a bloody housewife sometimes, considering only actual adults seems to enjoy talking to me! What's that about, eh?
And, then you start listening to 'Somewhere Only We Know', and you want to cry, because it's like the theme song to the end of everything, and Harry Potter is over, and you've seen it twice since Midnight on the 15th. The world is just tumbling, and winding itself into some strange mass of confused thought and you just don't know what you're doing any more. You don't know who your friends are, because they're all so two-faced, and it feels like they're ignoring you...it's oppressive, like the walls are closing in on you...and you just can't breathe. And, then the S key on your keyboard keeps not working, and it's a shame because S is quite useful at the end of some words.
Well, I mean, I know I have friends...but, when there are things you need to say, and you can't say them because there's always something holidng you back...and before you know it it's either too late, or you have to hurt someone.
I guess, since only one person reads my blog, really, it's not a big deal to spill what's been going on in my life.
Okay, so...literally...why are men so complicated? You always hear people say 'Men are simple.' to quote Gerard Butler's character in The Ugly Truth, anyway. So, if men are so 'simple' why can't they just be blunt, and honest, and not mess you around? I mean, seriously...films, and men make out that everything they're after is sex...just sex. But, at the end of the day, seperate from that, I know so many boys who've walked away from things purely sexual, or people they feel don't have emotionally attachments to them. So, why is it different the other way around?
I'm pretty sure I'm just ranting, but I've recently realised some important things, mainly that I am quite unhappy right now...no surprises there. But, honestly, why can't people be more straight-forward.
My friend made a move on me and he has a girlfriend, my other friend asked me on a date because his best friend likes me, my friend's ex keeps flirting with me, and the person I actually like? Yeah, seems to be ignoring me. What the hell. And, now I'm seriously missing Jamie, but I haven't spoken to him in ages, and I'm worried he's caught up in something fishy again, and I don't want anything to happen to him.
At the end of the day, I think...I need to get away from everyone who's messing things up. I don't know how I manage to give people the wrong idea...I mean, because I had a conversation with someone it means I like them? So, they started hitting on me? What?!
What am I supposed to do, and how do you tell someone who's your friend in a nice way that they're making you feel uncomfortable by being all over you? And...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Just want things to be okay...no drama, no worrying, no ignoring or having to say goodbye to someone because they're not honest with you. I don't want to have to go through shutting a friend out of my life because of nothing of any relevence.
I hate Keane now. Blah, blah, blah. Die in a fire, life. This rant never happened.
Thursday, 26 May 2011
Memories
Oh memories where'd you go
You were all I've ever known
How I miss yesterday
And how I let it fade away
Where'd you go-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
When July became December
Their affection fought the cold
But they couldn't quite remember
What inspired them to go
And it was beautifully depressing
Like a streetcar named desire
They were fighting for their love
That had started growing tired .
I haven't blogged in ages! Well, ages acorrding to Kitkat, anyway. So, I'm ni the middle of my exams, with my photography project due and I can't be bothered to do anything right now so I'm watching and Alfred Hitchcock film called Spellbound, it's very good. I preferred Rear Window though.
You were all I've ever known
How I miss yesterday
And how I let it fade away
Where'd you go-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
When July became December
Their affection fought the cold
But they couldn't quite remember
What inspired them to go
And it was beautifully depressing
Like a streetcar named desire
They were fighting for their love
That had started growing tired .
I haven't blogged in ages! Well, ages acorrding to Kitkat, anyway. So, I'm ni the middle of my exams, with my photography project due and I can't be bothered to do anything right now so I'm watching and Alfred Hitchcock film called Spellbound, it's very good. I preferred Rear Window though.
The other day, I was sitting on the train, and I was thinking 'Hey, I have a lot of stuff I wanna do in the summer...I should write it all down so I don't mix stuff up' so here's my list of stuff to do and I will cross it off over the summer. :D
1. Go to Oceana with Geo and possibly others. (this has been suggested to me by him and will happen at some point.)
2. Meet up with Sii, probably go out for a meal, and maybe let his GF come, too. Since, I have known her far longer than him.
3. Bar with Wills, but, I'm not sure where haha.
4. Get a summer job at Game!
5. Cinema with DB.
6. Cinema with Annss.
7. Go to see Chicago with my mum.
8. Visit Emz in Peterborough, or have her come and visit me in London.
9. Guild Meeting at H's.
10. Guild Meeting at A's if he invites me. XD
11. Theatre with Kitkat, I'd like to see The Lion King! Rahhhhh.
12. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II in cinema with Annss.
13. Pool party and Char's house.
14. Sleepover at Annss's house...with the Xbox and lots of Robot Wars and Doctor Who episodes!
15. Expo with Phia.
16. Late birthday with Tiffs people in the park (joint with Phia)
17. Meet-up with La, Lee etc.
18. Complete NPLQ once again.
19. Archary course.
20. Go to the beach with someone...!
21. Camden trip with Kitkat.
22. London with Kitkat.
I cannot think of much else to speak about, so I won't do any of my usual stuff on here, merely say...
'Live long and prosper, DFTBA!'
and, I'm off to 'sleep, perhaps to dream.'
Friday, 6 May 2011
My Heart Belongs To You
Through the window of my soul
All the secrets that I hold
Will be yours to share for always, always
Like a whisper in the wind
A gentle breeze touches my skin
And I know you’re with me always, always
I can feel it in the air
The fire that we share
Can only come from deep within
It’s a light that burns so bright
It guides you through the night
And leads you to me...
All the secrets that I hold
Will be yours to share for always, always
Like a whisper in the wind
A gentle breeze touches my skin
And I know you’re with me always, always
I can feel it in the air
The fire that we share
Can only come from deep within
It’s a light that burns so bright
It guides you through the night
And leads you to me...
Well, that was a jumbled greeting.
I'd like to start by saying, I have finished Norwegian Wood *Fist pump*, however, I may re-read it. I found the characters so...well, sad. But, also, they were realistic, unfortunate characters but...obviously that kind of stuff happens. Though, there is one part of the story I don't understand, and that is the last line!
And, some other people are wondering the exact same thing as I on Flickr forums etc.
It doesn't make senseeeee. I may have to write to Murikami-Sensei and ask. It's too open. it's sounds like he died. :(
Anyway, I went to photography Kiki today, she now has pink hair.
I went and helped out at youth club, and all the new little year sixes joined and they were lovely. They apparently love me. Awww.
I'm too tired to concentrate. I'm going to fall asleep...
Live Long and Prosper, DFTBA!
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
Butterflies and Hurricanes
Change everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights and battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead
Best, you've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now.
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights and battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead
Best, you've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now.
So, the long weekend has ended and we're back at college.
No surprises there, though, it really would have made more sense for college to just keep is in college an extra week, make revision week last week and then have the Royal Wedding off.
I had a nice time at my Grandma's, and did lots of photography coursework - yes!
Today is Tuesday/ Wednesday. I am currently reading Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, which is actually ridiculously interesting. It's set in Tokyo, Japan 1968, moving on from there. Really fantastic use of symbolism, I can see why it was such a major sucess in Japan at the time he published it in 1987. There is so much history there, it's just overwhelming. I adore this book! And, I've only had two hours to actually read it. I should be done by tomorrow, 'cause I'm half way through. Apparently, there has been a film made of it, so I'd like to see if it's playing in London in the Foreign Cinema.
I finished Dead In The Family, of course, and rewatched H2O for giggles. It's so funny.
I really have very little to say today aside from the fact that I watched six Disney movies yesterday while doing my photography (with my mother...poor mother.). Today, Geo gave me a ride on his scooter. It was amazing fun, it's exhilerating, but terrifying at the same time. Rather like being on Lara's bike, but less so.
I will write more tomorrow, since I've forgotten my day and anything interesting I had to say.
Love long and prosper, DFTBA!
Friday, 29 April 2011
There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered, Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet
"Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it"
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it"
Oh, well, I don't have time for a long blog post but:
My day went a little like this...
My mother woke me up at eleven because ' The Queen is on her way!', I didn't take this to mean, much as that would have gotten me out of bed PDQ, that The Queen was actually on her way to our humble abode. I took it to mean it was today, and therefore Kate-And-William's-Wedding. So, I rolled over and went back to sleep, until my mother called me again to say The Queen was leaving in the car, so I got up. I trundled out to the living room (even though the television had been on in my bedroom with the Royal Wedding flashing away on it) and sat where my mother had been until foolishly vacating her seat for sustenance. 'I am so crafty, like.' *cough*
So, like normal British people, we watched The Royal Wedding, which I thought was...well, honestly it was truly lovely and I really enjoyed it. I won't forget the fact that they quoted Romans 12:11, 'Do not lag in zeal, be ardent in spirit, serve the Lord.' Which, I personally, really found a nice touch.
I felt very proud to be British, I almost cried...but, I resisted because my mother would have laughed at me.
Then, I played a bit of Garden Dash on Big Fish until they were on the Balcony and there was kissing! <3 >.< Kawaiiiiiiii! Haha. I thought it was so sweet. Then, my next door neighbour brought home a puppy and I went outside to play with said puppy - which is called Trigger, and the cutest fucking darn thing since kittens - and he really liked me. That also made me happy. He's a tiny puppy, and I will take a photo, because he's that adorable! XD
After that I had to hustle off down to Asda and buy some Apples (red ones) for my photography. It was annoying because I went to THREE grocers on my way to Asda looking for apples to see if they had any, and none of them sold apples, and one place told me, "We don't sell fresh apples here."
What the fuck do they sell? Rotten ones? Who doesn't sell apples at a grocers?
Then, I went and got the 65 to go to Ham and meet Nana...no, her name isn't actually apple!
I stayed on the bus for too long and ended up in Richmond. Then, I went on the bus going the other way to get back. I met her about half an hour late, and we went to a park near the loch, where I took a bazillion photos of her as Snow White. We had a bit of a rant about two people we don't like, then I got the bus home. Just in time to grab a drink and a chocolate bar, then ran down my road to Richmond park and met Lizzie and (to my surprise) Lara.
I was using Lizzie for my photography, too. And, I had asked Lara, but...she said she was too busy and then she was there, and I was ridiculously pleased to see them after so long. We all hugged a lot haha. They had gone to a street party before, so both of them had face paint on. Lara looked like The Joker.
Blah, blah, blah. Lots of photos and hugs later, we all said goodbye and (since I live down the road) Lara gave me a lift on her bike. So, that means, I sat on her bike seat, and she stood up and cycled. It was so terrifying (because we kept wobbling) and in order to not wobble, Lara had to cycle fast, which gave me less balance...I also had to keep my legs out of the way. It was so scary on the main road, and so fun. I want to do it again!
So, we didn't crash, and they dropped me off at home and I went inside. Since then...all I have done is play on my Tumblr: http://katnissandthehunger.tumblr.com/ , link it to my Twitter...which I never use, talk on Skype, watch Star Trek and look on Facebook.
I've also been trying to find the video of people from The Guild dancing to Moskau...but, I can't find it. XD Shame.
Anyway, on to my daily Thirty Day song challenge which is anything but daily. XD
Day Four - A song that makes you sad
That would be...
It makes me want to cry...:/ Brings back so many memories that I dearly miss...and, I hate the fact that I can't have them in my life any more because of some stupid person with a Snape nose. Eurgh.
I want my happiness back, please.
Anywayyyy, it's time for me to leave home (temporarially) and go to Wales so
Final words: Live long and prosper, DFTBA!
'I'll speak to it though Hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace'
Frankie, Newly-Discovered-Patriot.
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Gee
Thirty Day song challenge....song three - song that makes you happy.
There is one of my many ones:
I forgot it before. XD
There is one of my many ones:
I forgot it before. XD
At The End, Before I Lived
This is some random Fanfiction I wrote simply eons ago...okay, more like...2009/10.
Doctor Who Fandom, Jack Harkness as main character, set in Bad Wolf (Episode 13) of season 1.
It's a fanfiction for Carys. I thought I'd reuse it and see what The Ace Gang thought of it. :) I haven't checked the entire thing for errors, so if there are any, my mind glossed over them, please point them out. I also had terrible skills in grammar and spelling at the time. I'm sorry! (And writing, so...sorry in general.)
At The End, Before I Lived
AN: This if for Carys, because of everything she’s been through with me involving the ‘serial liar’. Of course, also just in general for being such a fabity-fab friend, and there for me when I’ve needed a helping hand.
Summary: ONE SHOT. When Jack faces the Dalek on the space station, he knows he’s going to die. What does a dying man think? And how do they react when they return from the dead? Living without the person he has grown to love.
Jack stands facing the metallic creature; a gun in his hand that he knows can never hope to even scratch the surface. He gulps slightly, he is going to die. The only thing he can hope is that The Doctor and Rose manage to stop them somehow, but, Rose has gone…and The Doctor is alone. Jack can sense it, it’s The Doctor’s way. How can Rose sit by though? She will not rest until she returns, and, for the future’s sake, Jack Harkness hopes she won’t. Hopes against hope.
The creature hasn’t noticed him yet, too busy decimating lives that stand in its way. He will be next, he knows this. Slipping behind a pillar, Jack prepares himself, his soldier’s training kicking in, what he remembers of his servitude as a Time Agent jumping into place, gearing his innate fear away. As much as possible though, there is only so much. Rationalising the situation doesn’t help, it tells him one thing - death is nearing, And, soon enough, it will claim him. Much sooner than he would have hoped, although he is not the youngest to have died that day so far. He knows of Daleks, more than the rest will, even if this is his first time facing them. He fears them before seeing what they are - knowing they are more deadly than they in fact look. Much more.
Their shining suits, meant to be a body of sorts, protecting what they are - and what they are is weak. A being weaker than any, stripped of emotion. Jack cannot come to terms with the only emotions they hold; anger, hate. It isn’t something he feels anything should feel. In his opinion, it is more than hate and anger that wins a fight - it is emotions such as love and fear, like jump starting a car battery into action, moving people to reaction. Rebellion. There is no way they’ll be going down without a fight. That’s what he promises himself. Again and again, like a mantra, his secret prayer for a way to live.
He checks his gun one last time, pulling the thick grating strap over his left shoulder and pushing back the trigger’s lock. Gun ready, he cracks his neck from one side to another. He stretches once more, before breathing deeply, the acidic leaden taste of blood is thick in the air, and he wishes he hadn’t taken that last proper breath. It had made him remember what is about to happen, and wonder what will become of him. What comes after death. He can feel the hair on the back of his neck rise, making him shudder at the assault to his senses. Not to mention his delicate state of mind, hanging between fear, and recklessness. Worries over flight or fight, his decision, he knows, will be of the latter. But, the simple choice is tempting to him, wishes he really could run - though, as he knows full well, they will find him. Even if he gains a few more precious minutes of life, he will not live. Death will be a part of him that day, and he will no longer exist. He can only hope that The Doctor does live, and that Rose survives within her own time.
His breathing is light and shaky, not quite sustaining his needs to stay conscious. Only just. His airways are burning, fear is beginning to eat away at his convictions, and his blood jumps through his veins frantically, as his heart rate hitches by several beats, hammering hard against his rib cage, screaming out with the effort on such little oxygen. If he waits any longer, his own fear is likely to kill him anyway.
Beads of sweat slowly trickle down his brow, and he tries to calm himself this last time. He will die with pride, not as a fearful coward. He will not leave the fight. Cannot. Because, although he wishes it were not true, he has become braver than he ever considered. He has gained something he thought he never would, feelings for others which take over his instincts for self-preservation.
Thinking of the people he has grown to love brings a smile to his face, and he feels the joy that grips at him every time. He is ready, because he knows they are more important this his own life, he is expendable. He cannot save everyone, but they can.
The Dalek is disposing of someone Jack has met, spoken with, even shared a joke while they waited. The body shudders, showing every bone in the frail human as if it were nothing more than a game. The beam holds the lifeless form in situ for mere seconds, as screams erupt from the man. This is the fear of death condensed to a sound, something which rips within him, tearing at his very compassion which has only recently been cultivated. His empathy, a new strangeness. He grits his teeth as the body falls - to Jack, as if in slow motion - then crunches unpleasantly to the floor. At least the man is dead by then, there is no way for him to survive.
Thoughts of loved ones return, and the new memory of a noble fall belonging to a fellow gives him determination. He screams, running in front of the Dalek as it turns it’s bolted body towards him robotically. Stiffly. If it could smile, Jack is sure it would be, laughing at triumph. A glass blue eye - or lens - levels to his form and, pulling his gun around his waist toward the creature; he fires. Blast after blast, either ricocheting, dissipating to nothingness toward the being, or fizzling against the casing of it’s body.
There is a pause, where the creature is stock still, unmoving, silent. Jack thinks this is an illusion, his brain slowing time, before the pain, and before the blackness. He doesn’t know what will come after, but, he only hopes there is something, and that it doesn’t hurt. A word is uttered, stoically, but he does not hear it. The rushing of blood, caused my fear induced adrenaline has blocked out that sense. He vision doesn’t seem to be working well either, perhaps his lack of oxygen causing it to distort? The roaring in his ears gets louder, as his sight clears, and he watches the arm, which acts as gun, find the right position - aiming. His mantra becomes louder within his mind, he carries on firing, regardless. Anything might help, anything.
Then he feels the strike, sees it too, but with no recognition to his senses, all he feels is pain. It overrides everything else, consuming him. Jack lets the gun drop from his hands, there is no use for it, his sense are too clouded to even consider fighting. He doesn’t scream, although this only takes a few seconds, this death will not end with a scream of suffering - far from it. His muscles burn, as if set ablaze, and he shudders in torment. This is not a painless death as he’s hoped, this is as different as possible. Indescribable agony curls around his body, it is shorter than it feels. Death. He thinks of home, a smile weakly showing on his dying lips; as he leaves. For those still alive, it takes less than a second, but he remembers it all.
Captain Jack Harkness’ body crashes to the antiseptically clean floor, the contact grating bones against one another, snapping them like twigs. The corpse lies there against the wall, thrown by the force, his position as if he is sleeping. It is a nice thought for those left, but they know that there was pain.
The alien swings to face them - they are next. A heartbeat away.
**
Something pulls at him, like the string of a puppet master. Dragging him somewhere. He isn’t aware, his mind cannot comprehend what is happening, but he feels it. He doesn’t know how, nor does he remember that he is no longer alive. Bones crack, and glide over one another, snapping back into place, causing little eruptions of severe pain. The bone begins to knit together again, ligament twisting together like strands of rope. Muscle is sewn together with an invisible thread. His limbs move, cracking back into place with ear splitting crunches.
Slowly, his spinal column turns, crunching loudly as it twists, the vertebra jarring and scraping over one another, then quickly slipping back into place with loud snaps. Air fills his slack lungs, and a pulse begins in the throat, deoxygenised blood starting to trail sluggishly through the matrix of veins and arteries; gradually refilling his system, muscles and organs with blood. Jack’s pours vent toxins like a vapour around his lifeless form. Although his body is regenerating to it’s normal state, his mind is not yet coherent. Not revived. The heart begins to beat, slowly at first, nothing like a normal rate, pumping him back to life.
Jack sucks in a shattering, startled breath. It is a painful first breath, which rattles loudly as he wheezes after the sudden reaction. He shudders, and his eyes snap open, staring around him in astonishment. He breathes slowly, trying to slow the shallow rasps that demonstrate his fear. He does not know what is going on, all he remembers is death. His last moments.
Yet, he is breathing? Jack looks around him, wondering if this could be Heaven, perhaps you start off exactly where you left? But, then his clouded vision falls on the bodies of the lost. This is no Heaven, Hell perhaps. Slowly, the reality dawns on him, he is alive - a feat impossible, however. How can he be alive?
Jack blinks several times, trying to return his sight to normal. He only feels disorientation, nothing more. Questions buzz around his mind, trying to rationalise his life being intact. It was simply not what you expected, and he wasn’t sure if he was thankful for it either.
Minutes later, he realises what may have happened, that, perhaps, his friends have discovered a way to save them all. He sees nothing hostile on the platform any longer. Pulling himself to his feet, one thought takes forefront of his mind, every movement now controlled towards the goal.
He walks at first, his legs shaking slightly, then, understanding how important this is, he breaks into a run. As he reaches the metal doors, he wills them to open, and for his friends to be alive. He cannot lose the two people he loves.
Rose, if Rose has returned, has she too died? The Doctor? Was he alone, facing an army so large it was incomprehensible for their true numbers to even be thought. Jack cannot think of them dying, because without them, even if some unknown reason, force, has returned him to health, he will have nothing to feel. The Captain can not let this be real. Pulling at the door with his fingers, scraping, trying to move the pneumatic metal holding him away from what made his life worth living now. Drawing blood to his hands, he finally rips a gap between them, holding it open and climbing through. The sound of the TARDIS leaving him there echoing, making him frantic to reach them before they leave.
No sooner has he entered the room, he sees the blue police box fading into nothing, like an aged picture. He dashes through the room, desperate now. He is too late, he stands where they were moments before, empty. He collapses to his knees, grief at being left behind shaking his shoulders, sobs shuddering through him. He is alone.
The only thing he is thankful for though, as he wipes away the tears. He may have died, and he lives again. Even though they have left him, the two people whom have filled his heart have left him, left him for dead. Which, he considers wanly, he was. He smiles to himself, pushing away from the death coated floor, he knows that, even if they were Daleks, many have died that day. He was one of them.
One consolation for all of this, as he taps the control panel - causing the door to hiss and let him exit, and into the empty station, is that they are alive. Rose and The Doctor, alive. He smiles one last time, and wanders through the platform, everyone else is dead. Every single person, dead. Aside from him.
He walks through the dead, he cannot think of them. He will not. Nor, of the friends he will never see again. It hurts too much; it hurts, because he loves one of them, though it took him this long to realise. Until he loses them. Nothing stirs on the floating world of it’s own, there is nothing to make a sound, not any longer. Only Jack. He wishes it were not this way, but it is. He doesn’t blame them for leaving him, he expects it, but hope tells him to wish they return for him. Just to see them one last time.
He is the living dead.
One last thought is turned to his loved ones; to Rose and The Doctor. He tries to remember their faces, storing the information in the recesses of his mind for as long as he has left. Their smiles stand out in his memory, they are something he will not forget. He sighs once, thinking of an old life, far away, on a different planet. Far in the future - back when things were better. Or worse, he can never be sure.
“Gray,” the word is loud in the silence of death, and he finds it fitting.
If broken down, fading out. And you fall on your knees, and stand defeat. Just when, it feels like Hell is freezing over. Hold on, embrace the symphony.
Doctor Who Fandom, Jack Harkness as main character, set in Bad Wolf (Episode 13) of season 1.
It's a fanfiction for Carys. I thought I'd reuse it and see what The Ace Gang thought of it. :) I haven't checked the entire thing for errors, so if there are any, my mind glossed over them, please point them out. I also had terrible skills in grammar and spelling at the time. I'm sorry! (And writing, so...sorry in general.)
At The End, Before I Lived
AN: This if for Carys, because of everything she’s been through with me involving the ‘serial liar’. Of course, also just in general for being such a fabity-fab friend, and there for me when I’ve needed a helping hand.
Summary: ONE SHOT. When Jack faces the Dalek on the space station, he knows he’s going to die. What does a dying man think? And how do they react when they return from the dead? Living without the person he has grown to love.
Jack stands facing the metallic creature; a gun in his hand that he knows can never hope to even scratch the surface. He gulps slightly, he is going to die. The only thing he can hope is that The Doctor and Rose manage to stop them somehow, but, Rose has gone…and The Doctor is alone. Jack can sense it, it’s The Doctor’s way. How can Rose sit by though? She will not rest until she returns, and, for the future’s sake, Jack Harkness hopes she won’t. Hopes against hope.
The creature hasn’t noticed him yet, too busy decimating lives that stand in its way. He will be next, he knows this. Slipping behind a pillar, Jack prepares himself, his soldier’s training kicking in, what he remembers of his servitude as a Time Agent jumping into place, gearing his innate fear away. As much as possible though, there is only so much. Rationalising the situation doesn’t help, it tells him one thing - death is nearing, And, soon enough, it will claim him. Much sooner than he would have hoped, although he is not the youngest to have died that day so far. He knows of Daleks, more than the rest will, even if this is his first time facing them. He fears them before seeing what they are - knowing they are more deadly than they in fact look. Much more.
Their shining suits, meant to be a body of sorts, protecting what they are - and what they are is weak. A being weaker than any, stripped of emotion. Jack cannot come to terms with the only emotions they hold; anger, hate. It isn’t something he feels anything should feel. In his opinion, it is more than hate and anger that wins a fight - it is emotions such as love and fear, like jump starting a car battery into action, moving people to reaction. Rebellion. There is no way they’ll be going down without a fight. That’s what he promises himself. Again and again, like a mantra, his secret prayer for a way to live.
He checks his gun one last time, pulling the thick grating strap over his left shoulder and pushing back the trigger’s lock. Gun ready, he cracks his neck from one side to another. He stretches once more, before breathing deeply, the acidic leaden taste of blood is thick in the air, and he wishes he hadn’t taken that last proper breath. It had made him remember what is about to happen, and wonder what will become of him. What comes after death. He can feel the hair on the back of his neck rise, making him shudder at the assault to his senses. Not to mention his delicate state of mind, hanging between fear, and recklessness. Worries over flight or fight, his decision, he knows, will be of the latter. But, the simple choice is tempting to him, wishes he really could run - though, as he knows full well, they will find him. Even if he gains a few more precious minutes of life, he will not live. Death will be a part of him that day, and he will no longer exist. He can only hope that The Doctor does live, and that Rose survives within her own time.
His breathing is light and shaky, not quite sustaining his needs to stay conscious. Only just. His airways are burning, fear is beginning to eat away at his convictions, and his blood jumps through his veins frantically, as his heart rate hitches by several beats, hammering hard against his rib cage, screaming out with the effort on such little oxygen. If he waits any longer, his own fear is likely to kill him anyway.
Beads of sweat slowly trickle down his brow, and he tries to calm himself this last time. He will die with pride, not as a fearful coward. He will not leave the fight. Cannot. Because, although he wishes it were not true, he has become braver than he ever considered. He has gained something he thought he never would, feelings for others which take over his instincts for self-preservation.
Thinking of the people he has grown to love brings a smile to his face, and he feels the joy that grips at him every time. He is ready, because he knows they are more important this his own life, he is expendable. He cannot save everyone, but they can.
The Dalek is disposing of someone Jack has met, spoken with, even shared a joke while they waited. The body shudders, showing every bone in the frail human as if it were nothing more than a game. The beam holds the lifeless form in situ for mere seconds, as screams erupt from the man. This is the fear of death condensed to a sound, something which rips within him, tearing at his very compassion which has only recently been cultivated. His empathy, a new strangeness. He grits his teeth as the body falls - to Jack, as if in slow motion - then crunches unpleasantly to the floor. At least the man is dead by then, there is no way for him to survive.
Thoughts of loved ones return, and the new memory of a noble fall belonging to a fellow gives him determination. He screams, running in front of the Dalek as it turns it’s bolted body towards him robotically. Stiffly. If it could smile, Jack is sure it would be, laughing at triumph. A glass blue eye - or lens - levels to his form and, pulling his gun around his waist toward the creature; he fires. Blast after blast, either ricocheting, dissipating to nothingness toward the being, or fizzling against the casing of it’s body.
There is a pause, where the creature is stock still, unmoving, silent. Jack thinks this is an illusion, his brain slowing time, before the pain, and before the blackness. He doesn’t know what will come after, but, he only hopes there is something, and that it doesn’t hurt. A word is uttered, stoically, but he does not hear it. The rushing of blood, caused my fear induced adrenaline has blocked out that sense. He vision doesn’t seem to be working well either, perhaps his lack of oxygen causing it to distort? The roaring in his ears gets louder, as his sight clears, and he watches the arm, which acts as gun, find the right position - aiming. His mantra becomes louder within his mind, he carries on firing, regardless. Anything might help, anything.
Then he feels the strike, sees it too, but with no recognition to his senses, all he feels is pain. It overrides everything else, consuming him. Jack lets the gun drop from his hands, there is no use for it, his sense are too clouded to even consider fighting. He doesn’t scream, although this only takes a few seconds, this death will not end with a scream of suffering - far from it. His muscles burn, as if set ablaze, and he shudders in torment. This is not a painless death as he’s hoped, this is as different as possible. Indescribable agony curls around his body, it is shorter than it feels. Death. He thinks of home, a smile weakly showing on his dying lips; as he leaves. For those still alive, it takes less than a second, but he remembers it all.
Captain Jack Harkness’ body crashes to the antiseptically clean floor, the contact grating bones against one another, snapping them like twigs. The corpse lies there against the wall, thrown by the force, his position as if he is sleeping. It is a nice thought for those left, but they know that there was pain.
The alien swings to face them - they are next. A heartbeat away.
**
Something pulls at him, like the string of a puppet master. Dragging him somewhere. He isn’t aware, his mind cannot comprehend what is happening, but he feels it. He doesn’t know how, nor does he remember that he is no longer alive. Bones crack, and glide over one another, snapping back into place, causing little eruptions of severe pain. The bone begins to knit together again, ligament twisting together like strands of rope. Muscle is sewn together with an invisible thread. His limbs move, cracking back into place with ear splitting crunches.
Slowly, his spinal column turns, crunching loudly as it twists, the vertebra jarring and scraping over one another, then quickly slipping back into place with loud snaps. Air fills his slack lungs, and a pulse begins in the throat, deoxygenised blood starting to trail sluggishly through the matrix of veins and arteries; gradually refilling his system, muscles and organs with blood. Jack’s pours vent toxins like a vapour around his lifeless form. Although his body is regenerating to it’s normal state, his mind is not yet coherent. Not revived. The heart begins to beat, slowly at first, nothing like a normal rate, pumping him back to life.
Jack sucks in a shattering, startled breath. It is a painful first breath, which rattles loudly as he wheezes after the sudden reaction. He shudders, and his eyes snap open, staring around him in astonishment. He breathes slowly, trying to slow the shallow rasps that demonstrate his fear. He does not know what is going on, all he remembers is death. His last moments.
Yet, he is breathing? Jack looks around him, wondering if this could be Heaven, perhaps you start off exactly where you left? But, then his clouded vision falls on the bodies of the lost. This is no Heaven, Hell perhaps. Slowly, the reality dawns on him, he is alive - a feat impossible, however. How can he be alive?
Jack blinks several times, trying to return his sight to normal. He only feels disorientation, nothing more. Questions buzz around his mind, trying to rationalise his life being intact. It was simply not what you expected, and he wasn’t sure if he was thankful for it either.
Minutes later, he realises what may have happened, that, perhaps, his friends have discovered a way to save them all. He sees nothing hostile on the platform any longer. Pulling himself to his feet, one thought takes forefront of his mind, every movement now controlled towards the goal.
He walks at first, his legs shaking slightly, then, understanding how important this is, he breaks into a run. As he reaches the metal doors, he wills them to open, and for his friends to be alive. He cannot lose the two people he loves.
Rose, if Rose has returned, has she too died? The Doctor? Was he alone, facing an army so large it was incomprehensible for their true numbers to even be thought. Jack cannot think of them dying, because without them, even if some unknown reason, force, has returned him to health, he will have nothing to feel. The Captain can not let this be real. Pulling at the door with his fingers, scraping, trying to move the pneumatic metal holding him away from what made his life worth living now. Drawing blood to his hands, he finally rips a gap between them, holding it open and climbing through. The sound of the TARDIS leaving him there echoing, making him frantic to reach them before they leave.
No sooner has he entered the room, he sees the blue police box fading into nothing, like an aged picture. He dashes through the room, desperate now. He is too late, he stands where they were moments before, empty. He collapses to his knees, grief at being left behind shaking his shoulders, sobs shuddering through him. He is alone.
The only thing he is thankful for though, as he wipes away the tears. He may have died, and he lives again. Even though they have left him, the two people whom have filled his heart have left him, left him for dead. Which, he considers wanly, he was. He smiles to himself, pushing away from the death coated floor, he knows that, even if they were Daleks, many have died that day. He was one of them.
One consolation for all of this, as he taps the control panel - causing the door to hiss and let him exit, and into the empty station, is that they are alive. Rose and The Doctor, alive. He smiles one last time, and wanders through the platform, everyone else is dead. Every single person, dead. Aside from him.
He walks through the dead, he cannot think of them. He will not. Nor, of the friends he will never see again. It hurts too much; it hurts, because he loves one of them, though it took him this long to realise. Until he loses them. Nothing stirs on the floating world of it’s own, there is nothing to make a sound, not any longer. Only Jack. He wishes it were not this way, but it is. He doesn’t blame them for leaving him, he expects it, but hope tells him to wish they return for him. Just to see them one last time.
He is the living dead.
One last thought is turned to his loved ones; to Rose and The Doctor. He tries to remember their faces, storing the information in the recesses of his mind for as long as he has left. Their smiles stand out in his memory, they are something he will not forget. He sighs once, thinking of an old life, far away, on a different planet. Far in the future - back when things were better. Or worse, he can never be sure.
“Gray,” the word is loud in the silence of death, and he finds it fitting.
If broken down, fading out. And you fall on your knees, and stand defeat. Just when, it feels like Hell is freezing over. Hold on, embrace the symphony.
'Till I Hear You Sing
"Time runs dry, still I ache down to the core. My broken soul, can't be alive and whole - 'till i hear you sing once more. And, music, your music, it teases at my ear. I turn, and it fades away and you're not hear! Let hope pass, let dreams pass - let them die! Without you what are they for? I'll always feel no more than half-way real, 'till I hear you sing, once more."
Konbanwa, my dearest pallies and numerous strangers of the interwebs.
So, today, amoung other things (and I won't lie) I'm going to rant. About what I hear you cry? About Avatar, of course! No, no, not the blue people! Though, that, in itself is worth a good rant. But, this time it is Avatar: The Last Airbender, also known as The Last Airbender in the film adaption. Yes, I said that with a sneer. Not only did they not bother to give the film THE RIGHT NAME. Sorry, James Cameron, but, Avatar existed as an American cartoon before you thought of making blue people.
M. Night Shyamalan has betrayed, crucified and then resurrected something that was fantastic in its original form. The series, having been broadcast in America was as big a hit over here. It had depth, it had humour, action, a little bit of fantasy, character development...and all important, plot!
I'm watching the live action version, and all I have to say is...well.
First, within ten minutes - I was bored out of my mind. The dialogue, both simplistic and monotone leaves the viewer wishing they hadn't bothered before the plot has even started. Lines such as 'Look, there's something under the ice. *whacks with boomerang* Oh, get away from the cracks in the ice'. Leave somewhat to be desired.
The CGI would have been better directed if given to the people who did Narnia ( their name escapes me.) All the animals look quite obviously that they're CGI, rather than some of the top-notch CGI I've become accustomed to that could be thought of as maybe one day real.
The characters, oh, well. That's a whole other WORLD of terrible.
Okay, so Aang, we will start with him. Firstly, we do not have his name said out loud by anyone (who isn't narrating) until half an hour into the story.
He pronounces it 'A-ng' not 'Aah-ng'.
He doesn't even look twelve, and his martial arts abilities are lacking in refinement (or existence.)
He likes to waft his hands about a lot, and then the CGI air appears and makes it look even more ridiculous.
Everything he says is dead-pan, even his grief.
On to Katara, who...all I can say is she's the okayish character. She's close enough in looks to the character in the anime, and is an okay(ish) little actress, but, lacks the fire necessary for her role.
Zuko is Indian. His voice actor wasn't, his character in the anime didn't look Indian. Why, I ask, is he Indian?
He's just about as dead-pan as Aang, though at least they managed to say his name right (something that was a rare occurrence in this adaptation). He's got some martial arts moves, but, there was a lack of general fire CGI going on, and truth be told what they did come up with looked pathetic. And, his scar line is not only the same colour as his face, when it's supposed to be very pink and inflamed, his other ear isn't damaged by it and it goes into his hair line. Also, his hair style is nothing like the actual character's. Where was Dante Basco when I wanted him?
Sokka, well. He was the only good looking member of the main cast. He lacks all comic timing, which was one of the fantastic things about Sokka as a character. He's quite a nice little actor, and I hope he goes on to do something worth his talent, it has to be said. The script is not his fault. Of course, they also ruined his name with 'Soak-ah' rather than 'Sock-aa'. His relationship with Mui was given quite a good amount of attention, but it was quite false and her hair looked awful.
Also, I can't remember if that's the character's name because it wasn't even mentioned!
Uncle Iroh was pronounced 'Ie-rohh' instead of 'Ai-Row', he had a funny accent, and wasn't in the least bit amusing as a character - unlike in the anime. He was boring, sounded annoying and left me with the feeling of pity for Zuko I've never had before.
We also had to have a montage scene, where the main trio wander around villages 'ridding' them of the Fire Nation. Which SUCKED! There's really nothing about the film I can think to compliment. The CGI was terrible, acting monotone, script abysmal, and the plot got changed! Character histories were edited, and a character who doesn't appear until the first few episodes of Book Two appeared in the final moments. However, Azula, Zuko's sister looks nothing like her All-Indian family and brethren of the Fire Nation and is Chinese with a hideously obvious wig.
All the can really be said, is that the costuming was rather well done for the Water Nation, and somewhat lacking for the Fire. Sets were quite accurate, but the characters moved around too fast to get to grips with the actual, long-term story. Which, by the way, was changed anyway! The trailer was more entertaining than the film, and just...generally all the wifty wafty arms in order to perform one simple move was annoying because the results were pitiful and the bad guys were standing waiting for him to attack, rather than attacking. I hate obviously staged stuff, even if it is a film!
The best thing about this film was the credits - which are quite pretty, and enjoyable to watch.
On the whole, if you can't already tell - I hated the film. If you are human, you'll watch the anime made my Nickelodeon which makes me smile. Dante Basco and May Whitman are in the voice cast. :)
In other news,
my delightful exams start in no less than three weeks! I am a nervous wreck, and the only things that make me feel better are talking to certain people and Kuk Sool.
I've also picked my story back up for the sake of dear Pikachu who has demanded it. God only knows why!
I've had a happy time of it, ploughing through the Sookie Stackhouse Series this week. I'm almost done. Then I'm going to read Mortal Kill and Everythig Beautiful, then move on to the book Geo got me for my birthday. Eventually, I will finish all the ones I'm desperate to read at once.
Currently enjoying:
Dead In The Family by Charliane Harris
and
Why Does E=MC^2 (And Why Should We Care?) by Brian Cox and some other Physicist who isn't as important because I'VE MET BRIAN COX! He's a beautiful man.
Really liking these songs:
Perfection (Chinese Version) - Super Junior M
Chocolate Drive - Kim Ji Soo
How Far We've Come - Matchbox Twenty
Things That Go Bump In The Night - All Star
and general music from Pirates of the Carribean and Tron. <3
I literally, probably, have the most boring life on the planet. It is an abyss.
I want to watch Supernatural. :( I want to bask in Jensen Ackle's gorgeous-ness and all around bad-ass.
I'm compling a list of films I have to watch this summer, arranging my archery course and the survival course since I pulled out of going to Hawai'i. God, why did I do that?! Because I am took lazy to get a job, that is why.
I watched Toy Story again. I love it. Tim Allen is honestly very good as Buzz Lightyear.
Kirky has asked me to be in his little film project. There's another four involved, we're doing some martial arts super hero epic. Apparently I get to beat people up, which I'm good at so that will suit me just fine.
Oh, oh, James told me I can start the stuff for my next belt! I'm so happy. :D I love the forms and techniques. Blocking's fun, too. Everythin about Kuk Sool (aside from injuring my hip and stretching) is fantastic. Maybe have to follow in MAS's footsteps.
You know what, I really hate how Sookie's character in the Sookie Stackhouse series is so awesome. I mean...I guess, I'm just envious of a ficticious character but everyone loves her. Must be nice, even on her side of the fourth wall. Blehhh. The black mood of the student faced with exams is rearing it's imaginary head again.
Oh well, a they say 'those that mind, don't matter. And, those that matter, don't mind.' This probably makes no sense. It does to me.
Oh, I did such a thing that it's annoying me. I let slip while writing a blog entry, that I had a blog to Zadock, and I don't know if he read it...but, because I'm such a loser I said to him to forget it if it was rubbish and he hasn't mentioned it so...now I want to ask because I'm a glutton for punishment, I think. Haha. >.< Oh, God. Die in a fire, life. I don't even know if I want to think about it. My thoughts are hardly profound to even the most illeducated of people.
On the bright side, KitKat's mum (I almost wrote mom for a second, and I blame her American-ness...) sorted out my prommy dress for the prommy Casino Night the SULT and I (my idea!) are arranging for the end of the college year. Don't have anyone to go with though, which will suck, but better than not going at all like I did in year eleven.
Sigh. Really need to cheer up, but, I can't manage it. I don't even know why I'm unhappy. I think it's exam worry. I'm turning into an exam crazed psychopath. Well, not really, but, I think about it way too much.
I'll just think about meeting Chrisopher Lloyd, Joel Gratsch and Rob Knepper! And Keewi (er...it'd make sense if you knew who I'd made the nickname for) is coming to visit me! And, Vanguard are having another meet up at...I've forgotten his nickname...darn. haha. Well, one of the Guild, since I will not put their names online for the world to stalk. XD
I'm really looking forward to it, and getting everything sorted, and out the way.
And, I WILL re-take my NPLQ (or, actually not be ill on the exam day). I miss swimming so much, there's no where better than the water, honestly. But, since TiffsBoy and my ex both work as lifeguards...and though it's only TiffsBoy I worry about I know he will just stare at me to piss me off, as usual. And, can't pratice dives at the local pool. need to find one near college.
I need a massive 'To Do' list.
I just realised I'm listening to Japanese. Theme song to Elemental Gelade, actually. But, it took my 3 minutes to realise I wasn't listening to English. It's probably worrying that I understand it all and don't notice now.
Oh, oh, I'm going to try and see if Rammstien are playing any time soon 'Cause Jourdi and I absolutely love them, and they released a new album not too long ago so there's a chance they might tour? I want to see them live. I may also have to go and see Josh's band again, 'cause he's a pet and he asked me to. I'd like to find out if Elliot Minor are playing in the summer, too. They're my favourite band in the entire world and I just love them...they're so good live, too. I'd give anything to see them again.
Anyway, I'm just rambling so, as it's late I'm going to bed now!
I'm photographing 'Snow White' and 'Beauty and the Beast' pieces for my photography tomorrow! (Today)
So, I have to be up early.
Happy 'Kate and William's Wedding Day!' to anyone who gives a damn.
Fianl words:
Live long and prosper, DFTBA!
'But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. '
To the above...Milo Ventimiglia, I will watch Heroes in honour of my adoration of you from a few years back! No poems today.
Frankie, egotistical genius (she says).
Konbanwa, my dearest pallies and numerous strangers of the interwebs.
So, today, amoung other things (and I won't lie) I'm going to rant. About what I hear you cry? About Avatar, of course! No, no, not the blue people! Though, that, in itself is worth a good rant. But, this time it is Avatar: The Last Airbender, also known as The Last Airbender in the film adaption. Yes, I said that with a sneer. Not only did they not bother to give the film THE RIGHT NAME. Sorry, James Cameron, but, Avatar existed as an American cartoon before you thought of making blue people.
M. Night Shyamalan has betrayed, crucified and then resurrected something that was fantastic in its original form. The series, having been broadcast in America was as big a hit over here. It had depth, it had humour, action, a little bit of fantasy, character development...and all important, plot!
I'm watching the live action version, and all I have to say is...well.
First, within ten minutes - I was bored out of my mind. The dialogue, both simplistic and monotone leaves the viewer wishing they hadn't bothered before the plot has even started. Lines such as 'Look, there's something under the ice. *whacks with boomerang* Oh, get away from the cracks in the ice'. Leave somewhat to be desired.
The CGI would have been better directed if given to the people who did Narnia ( their name escapes me.) All the animals look quite obviously that they're CGI, rather than some of the top-notch CGI I've become accustomed to that could be thought of as maybe one day real.
The characters, oh, well. That's a whole other WORLD of terrible.
Okay, so Aang, we will start with him. Firstly, we do not have his name said out loud by anyone (who isn't narrating) until half an hour into the story.
He pronounces it 'A-ng' not 'Aah-ng'.
He doesn't even look twelve, and his martial arts abilities are lacking in refinement (or existence.)
He likes to waft his hands about a lot, and then the CGI air appears and makes it look even more ridiculous.
Everything he says is dead-pan, even his grief.
On to Katara, who...all I can say is she's the okayish character. She's close enough in looks to the character in the anime, and is an okay(ish) little actress, but, lacks the fire necessary for her role.
Zuko is Indian. His voice actor wasn't, his character in the anime didn't look Indian. Why, I ask, is he Indian?
He's just about as dead-pan as Aang, though at least they managed to say his name right (something that was a rare occurrence in this adaptation). He's got some martial arts moves, but, there was a lack of general fire CGI going on, and truth be told what they did come up with looked pathetic. And, his scar line is not only the same colour as his face, when it's supposed to be very pink and inflamed, his other ear isn't damaged by it and it goes into his hair line. Also, his hair style is nothing like the actual character's. Where was Dante Basco when I wanted him?
Sokka, well. He was the only good looking member of the main cast. He lacks all comic timing, which was one of the fantastic things about Sokka as a character. He's quite a nice little actor, and I hope he goes on to do something worth his talent, it has to be said. The script is not his fault. Of course, they also ruined his name with 'Soak-ah' rather than 'Sock-aa'. His relationship with Mui was given quite a good amount of attention, but it was quite false and her hair looked awful.
Also, I can't remember if that's the character's name because it wasn't even mentioned!
Uncle Iroh was pronounced 'Ie-rohh' instead of 'Ai-Row', he had a funny accent, and wasn't in the least bit amusing as a character - unlike in the anime. He was boring, sounded annoying and left me with the feeling of pity for Zuko I've never had before.
We also had to have a montage scene, where the main trio wander around villages 'ridding' them of the Fire Nation. Which SUCKED! There's really nothing about the film I can think to compliment. The CGI was terrible, acting monotone, script abysmal, and the plot got changed! Character histories were edited, and a character who doesn't appear until the first few episodes of Book Two appeared in the final moments. However, Azula, Zuko's sister looks nothing like her All-Indian family and brethren of the Fire Nation and is Chinese with a hideously obvious wig.
All the can really be said, is that the costuming was rather well done for the Water Nation, and somewhat lacking for the Fire. Sets were quite accurate, but the characters moved around too fast to get to grips with the actual, long-term story. Which, by the way, was changed anyway! The trailer was more entertaining than the film, and just...generally all the wifty wafty arms in order to perform one simple move was annoying because the results were pitiful and the bad guys were standing waiting for him to attack, rather than attacking. I hate obviously staged stuff, even if it is a film!
The best thing about this film was the credits - which are quite pretty, and enjoyable to watch.
On the whole, if you can't already tell - I hated the film. If you are human, you'll watch the anime made my Nickelodeon which makes me smile. Dante Basco and May Whitman are in the voice cast. :)
In other news,
my delightful exams start in no less than three weeks! I am a nervous wreck, and the only things that make me feel better are talking to certain people and Kuk Sool.
I've also picked my story back up for the sake of dear Pikachu who has demanded it. God only knows why!
I've had a happy time of it, ploughing through the Sookie Stackhouse Series this week. I'm almost done. Then I'm going to read Mortal Kill and Everythig Beautiful, then move on to the book Geo got me for my birthday. Eventually, I will finish all the ones I'm desperate to read at once.
Currently enjoying:
Dead In The Family by Charliane Harris
and
Why Does E=MC^2 (And Why Should We Care?) by Brian Cox and some other Physicist who isn't as important because I'VE MET BRIAN COX! He's a beautiful man.
Really liking these songs:
Perfection (Chinese Version) - Super Junior M
Chocolate Drive - Kim Ji Soo
How Far We've Come - Matchbox Twenty
Things That Go Bump In The Night - All Star
and general music from Pirates of the Carribean and Tron. <3
I literally, probably, have the most boring life on the planet. It is an abyss.
I want to watch Supernatural. :( I want to bask in Jensen Ackle's gorgeous-ness and all around bad-ass.
I'm compling a list of films I have to watch this summer, arranging my archery course and the survival course since I pulled out of going to Hawai'i. God, why did I do that?! Because I am took lazy to get a job, that is why.
I watched Toy Story again. I love it. Tim Allen is honestly very good as Buzz Lightyear.
Kirky has asked me to be in his little film project. There's another four involved, we're doing some martial arts super hero epic. Apparently I get to beat people up, which I'm good at so that will suit me just fine.
Oh, oh, James told me I can start the stuff for my next belt! I'm so happy. :D I love the forms and techniques. Blocking's fun, too. Everythin about Kuk Sool (aside from injuring my hip and stretching) is fantastic. Maybe have to follow in MAS's footsteps.
You know what, I really hate how Sookie's character in the Sookie Stackhouse series is so awesome. I mean...I guess, I'm just envious of a ficticious character but everyone loves her. Must be nice, even on her side of the fourth wall. Blehhh. The black mood of the student faced with exams is rearing it's imaginary head again.
Oh well, a they say 'those that mind, don't matter. And, those that matter, don't mind.' This probably makes no sense. It does to me.
Oh, I did such a thing that it's annoying me. I let slip while writing a blog entry, that I had a blog to Zadock, and I don't know if he read it...but, because I'm such a loser I said to him to forget it if it was rubbish and he hasn't mentioned it so...now I want to ask because I'm a glutton for punishment, I think. Haha. >.< Oh, God. Die in a fire, life. I don't even know if I want to think about it. My thoughts are hardly profound to even the most illeducated of people.
On the bright side, KitKat's mum (I almost wrote mom for a second, and I blame her American-ness...) sorted out my prommy dress for the prommy Casino Night the SULT and I (my idea!) are arranging for the end of the college year. Don't have anyone to go with though, which will suck, but better than not going at all like I did in year eleven.
Sigh. Really need to cheer up, but, I can't manage it. I don't even know why I'm unhappy. I think it's exam worry. I'm turning into an exam crazed psychopath. Well, not really, but, I think about it way too much.
I'll just think about meeting Chrisopher Lloyd, Joel Gratsch and Rob Knepper! And Keewi (er...it'd make sense if you knew who I'd made the nickname for) is coming to visit me! And, Vanguard are having another meet up at...I've forgotten his nickname...darn. haha. Well, one of the Guild, since I will not put their names online for the world to stalk. XD
I'm really looking forward to it, and getting everything sorted, and out the way.
And, I WILL re-take my NPLQ (or, actually not be ill on the exam day). I miss swimming so much, there's no where better than the water, honestly. But, since TiffsBoy and my ex both work as lifeguards...and though it's only TiffsBoy I worry about I know he will just stare at me to piss me off, as usual. And, can't pratice dives at the local pool. need to find one near college.
I need a massive 'To Do' list.
I just realised I'm listening to Japanese. Theme song to Elemental Gelade, actually. But, it took my 3 minutes to realise I wasn't listening to English. It's probably worrying that I understand it all and don't notice now.
Oh, oh, I'm going to try and see if Rammstien are playing any time soon 'Cause Jourdi and I absolutely love them, and they released a new album not too long ago so there's a chance they might tour? I want to see them live. I may also have to go and see Josh's band again, 'cause he's a pet and he asked me to. I'd like to find out if Elliot Minor are playing in the summer, too. They're my favourite band in the entire world and I just love them...they're so good live, too. I'd give anything to see them again.
Anyway, I'm just rambling so, as it's late I'm going to bed now!
I'm photographing 'Snow White' and 'Beauty and the Beast' pieces for my photography tomorrow! (Today)
So, I have to be up early.
Happy 'Kate and William's Wedding Day!' to anyone who gives a damn.
Fianl words:
Live long and prosper, DFTBA!
'But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. '
Frankie, egotistical genius (she says).
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Misery
So scared of breaking it, that you won't let it bend.
And, I wrote two-hundred letters I will never send.
Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem - you'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed.
So let me be, and I'll set you free.
I am in misery -There ai'nt nobody who can comfort me, oh yeah.
Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me.
You really got me bad, and I'm gonna get you back, gonna get you back.
Ah, well. Here we are.
I meant to blog before, but, alas...other things took over.
I believe I have had my birthday since last blogging. (31st of March :P) not obsessed with it, or anything.
I honestly can't remember much of the last ten days...which is really bad.
I went to see Tangled (in 3-D!) on my actual birthday with my mum. 'Cause I am cool.
Actually, I LOVED that film...so...yeah. Zachary levi has a nice voice. And, how anyone could ever think it was anyone OTHER than the cast memebers singing is beyond me, as you can clearly hear that it's them.
Anyway, I also went to see The Eagle the other day. I loved The Eagle of the Ninth when I was little...and ohhhh...rawr Channing Tatum. ;) I cannot complain. Though, Jamie Bell is more my type. He's so...tiny and forceful. It's awesome.
I'd really like to see Sucker Punch, Your Highness...Fast & Furious 5....okay, basically EVERY single film I can possibly see, because I just love them.
I had a birthday meal at The Giraffe with a few of my friends from college, and my previous school. It was quite fun, even if one of my friends did shortchange me money wise.
Ummm...yeah, then I had far too much drama with Photography and...other stupid stuff that I won't go into but...arg. It just pisses me off more than I can even begin to describe. Meaning, I won't.
Almost ready to do my belt exam in Kuk Sool - which will be so cool!
I have no real direction I am taking this blog, in case anyone wondered. I've had three hours sleep in the last two days. I don't expect myself to make much sense to anyone but myself. Which, then again, is basically who I write my blog to, because only Fia and Imogen really read it. I assume, anyway. I know Geo reads it sometimes.
Kitkat got us tickets to go and see Hello Goodbye in the holidays, which I am super excited about. But, my enthusiasm meter is dipping now. I haven't eaten since...lunch time today. Starving. I may just go and pass out somewhere, but, I have too much on my mind right now.
I just feel like putting this out there...probably because it's so bad, but, here's an original thing I wrote at some god forsaken hour a few weeks ago. All my own characters, only the song doesn't belong to me, and that's in romanised Korean anyway.
Let's Stop
And, I wrote two-hundred letters I will never send.
Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem - you'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed.
So let me be, and I'll set you free.
I am in misery -There ai'nt nobody who can comfort me, oh yeah.
Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me.
You really got me bad, and I'm gonna get you back, gonna get you back.
Ah, well. Here we are.
I meant to blog before, but, alas...other things took over.
I believe I have had my birthday since last blogging. (31st of March :P) not obsessed with it, or anything.
I honestly can't remember much of the last ten days...which is really bad.
I went to see Tangled (in 3-D!) on my actual birthday with my mum. 'Cause I am cool.
Actually, I LOVED that film...so...yeah. Zachary levi has a nice voice. And, how anyone could ever think it was anyone OTHER than the cast memebers singing is beyond me, as you can clearly hear that it's them.
Anyway, I also went to see The Eagle the other day. I loved The Eagle of the Ninth when I was little...and ohhhh...rawr Channing Tatum. ;) I cannot complain. Though, Jamie Bell is more my type. He's so...tiny and forceful. It's awesome.
I'd really like to see Sucker Punch, Your Highness...Fast & Furious 5....okay, basically EVERY single film I can possibly see, because I just love them.
I had a birthday meal at The Giraffe with a few of my friends from college, and my previous school. It was quite fun, even if one of my friends did shortchange me money wise.
Ummm...yeah, then I had far too much drama with Photography and...other stupid stuff that I won't go into but...arg. It just pisses me off more than I can even begin to describe. Meaning, I won't.
Almost ready to do my belt exam in Kuk Sool - which will be so cool!
I have no real direction I am taking this blog, in case anyone wondered. I've had three hours sleep in the last two days. I don't expect myself to make much sense to anyone but myself. Which, then again, is basically who I write my blog to, because only Fia and Imogen really read it. I assume, anyway. I know Geo reads it sometimes.
Kitkat got us tickets to go and see Hello Goodbye in the holidays, which I am super excited about. But, my enthusiasm meter is dipping now. I haven't eaten since...lunch time today. Starving. I may just go and pass out somewhere, but, I have too much on my mind right now.
I just feel like putting this out there...probably because it's so bad, but, here's an original thing I wrote at some god forsaken hour a few weeks ago. All my own characters, only the song doesn't belong to me, and that's in romanised Korean anyway.
Let's Stop
There are some things that you'd rather not find out...
C
Chae looked down at her hands in silence, wondering what he'd meant earlier. Maybe all this time all there had been between them really were lies. Or, perhaps she was seeing things that weren't there, and that scared her the most. She didn't know what was real any more, and couldn't comprehend her own feelings. Was it really saying there was nothing, what he'd said?
He told her it was an expression of his feelings, the ring. She didn't want it, it sparkled in a taunting way, the way something that knows it doesn't truly belong to you does – because it knows you're not supposed to be holding it. They look at you, and twinkle, rattle, whatever they can do to tell everyone else 'look at me, I don't really belong to her. Save me.'
She'd left it at the restaurant that night, along with Ryang. Chae didn't want any part of it, and yet...it lingered.
Chae sat on the kitchen counter, Ryang's diary in her hand reading over the pages again and again. The words were there, but, she couldn't believe them. The kitchen around her, pale yellow and neatly arranged began to feel smaller the more her hazel eyes took in. It shrunk until she was fighting to breathe, the walls had crammed themselves up against her, and her face was pressed again the kitchen counter, her legs tucked up under her. Pale fingers lingered over the pages as she turned them. There was a morbid curiosity to what she read; the more she saw, the more it felt like there was a gaping wound in her chest, drenching her in blood. The more it hurt, Chae longed for the numbness that she always took refuge in after things upset her...for the pain to be hidden away in a box inside of her. To sew up her wounds and never let it known was all she ever did. Eyes scanned the thick paper, hungrily; looking for more answers Chae let the diary explain all her problems into being. Once they were real, they were actually realised...they existed. After all that time, she'd thought she was mad to think it, but he'd lied to her.
“Leave...” Mi-Yuk told her for the fifth time. “You don't need him anyway. He's always telling you it's your fault. He's the one that wrote all this!”
There were times when Chae thought of Mi-Yuk as real, but she knew better. Mi-Yuk was long dead, it was exactly what he'd say though. Over and over, he'd tell her what she had to do to put things right, to get away from the rest of the world, and it had always worked. He used to know what was really going on – he'd explain what love truly was, and why real love hurt, it wasn't happy. When they were fifteen he told her real love was secret, true love crossed bridges that no one else could ever understand. He'd said he'd always be with her, and now he was. He was so ingrained in her mind that she knew exactly what he'd tell her. She had to get away from Ryang, he didn't really love her.
Mi-Yuk had told her he'd be waiting for her that night when they were eighteen, as he lay in hospital barely able to focus on her – she'd just never worked out where he'd be, and how she could get back to him.
Tears welled up in her almond shaped eyes, her mouth moving silently as she searched for the words. All that came were shrieks of pain, sobs, whimpers. Chae snatched the book up once more, hands trembling and began to rip the paper from it's bindings, scattering the tatters of writing about the kitchen in a mixture of grief and frustration.
Eventually, her breathing slowed, Chae slid herself from the counter clumsily and stumbled into the living room.
I don't understand her any more – she's so lost I feel like if I tip the scale a grain of rice too far she'll do something terrible.
She ran the words over and over in her mind until they no longer meant anything to her. They had meant little in the first place. What kind of terrible thing did Ryang think she'd do?
Chae looked around herself in a slight daze, tears still blurring her vision and her mind still burning with Mi-Yuk's words since the day they'd met. Ever since he'd died, her family said she acted strangely – in the seven years since it had only gotten worse, how she closed herself off and only really trusted the Mi-Yuk in her mind. The one he'd told her to always listen to, to keep with her as a way of always having him there. Distance couldn't separate the great, he used to say. Distance couldn't separate you from those who knew what was best for you. He knew best, he'd said so. Mi-Yuk had told her she'd never be happy with anyone, no one would do...she'd just have to do as he wanted since no one would love her, he'd take pity on her and pretend for her. Ryang didn't seem to understand any of this, he didn't understand that he didn't love her because no one would – he didn't believe Mi-Yuk, and that made him wrong.
Chae pulled her hair out of the thick plait down her back as she wandered into the shower room, picking up her aspirins and vitamin B tablets, briefly examining the damage done to her face by the tears then left again, pulling the door shut calmly behind her.
Her mobile rang, shrillly for the tenth time in the last half an hour, and she frowned, digging out the Iphone to examine the caller ID. Ryang – again. He was being stupid, trying to stop her. She lifted her palm to her lips, pressing the aspirins into her mouth and swallowing fast before she tasted them too much. Without looking back at the phone she put it on the floor beside her, pulled on her headphones and lay down on the wooden floor, staring up at the ceiling blankly.
R
Ryang tried calling again, panic growing in the pit of his stomach as he began to run as fast as his burning legs could carry him homewards. What had she meant? Now she wasn't answering her phone. Going to find Mi-Yuk...going to see Mi-Yuk, she knew where Mi-Yuk was, in the cemetery down town. Ice cold fear ran up his spine as he examined her recent words, and what Chae had mentioned of her half-brother. Ryang knew he'd been dead for six or seven years – he'd overdosed while at an important function for their father's company. There wasn't much else he knew except that he sometimes heard her talking to Mi-Yuk when she thought no one else would hear, as if he was still alive...as if it was him running her mind.
Ryang's feet smashed into the pavement, searing pain running through his muscles as he pushed himself to his limit. He sprinted across the over-pass, almost at the apartment, but the dread wouldn't leave his stomach, he was shaking, covered in sweat, struggling for air but he had to keep going. He pushed his pace up again, tears streaming down his face, because he knew what Mi-Yuk wold tell her what to do if he really were still around...
C
Chae smiled slightly to herself as the music washed over her mind, letting her tension melt away. The phone rang again, making her brow crumple for a moment before she averted her gaze once more.
“mareopshi suljaneul chaeunda
himgyeopge sone deulmyeo hansumeul baeteobonda
hanjaneul mashyeobonda
neoreul saenggak hamyeo
chamgo tto chamawatteon nunmureul hamkke samkinda
michidorok saranghaeseo neomuna haengbok haesseotta
saranghan chueogeun naegejun neoreul bonaenda”
Chae moved her fingers to her lips once more, dropping the white pills into her mouth slowly. She loved the song, grinning to herself and she swallowed again she closed her eyes. His voice spread through her like liquid, soothing and cool to the touch, running over her as easily as air. The senastion of nothingness, emptiness...weightlessness took ahold of her, lifted her into the dark and comforted her of all her hidden scars. The words gave her hope, made her care - it sounded like Ryang. Sadness welled up in her chest, a tightening sensation stretching through her torso starting with her heart, and she let herself cry a little more. Mi-Yuk sang with her as the pain turned to numbness once more and she drifted into layers of sleep, then deeper. Mi-Yuk had always been right that he'd find her eventually, no matter the distance...
And, Chae had been right – Ryang had never been allowed to love her. Mi-Yuk called all the shots. He smiled to himself, eyes alight with mischief as he watched the events unfold, glee filling him until he could barely control the excitement of victory. Lucky he'd taken pity on her, he thought. 'Where would you be without me, Chae-ah?'
Ryan's screams ripped through the air in reply, as if someone had torn his body to pieces in all directions while he still lived. Mi-Yuk Hyuan Chuckled.
Thirty Day Song Challenge
Picking up where I left off, day two: least favourite song
Well, I'm going have to say... Candy by Paolo Nutini
Well, that's it, really. All done. I'll talk about my weekend in my blog when I know what to think of it myself.
Final words: Live long and prosper, DFTBA!
'There Is Nothing Good Or Bad, But Thinking Makes It So...'
"My friend, you would not talk with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."
Thursday, 7 April 2011
Whataya Want From Me?
"Just don't give up - I'm working it out. Please don't give in , I won't let you down. It messed me up, need a second to breathe. Whataya want from me?"
Okay, so I'm at college, and I really need to send these photos home for my photography project, but, the e-mails won't send if the file sizes are too large. So, I'm posting the photos here...yeah, so I can save them and print them for my project book when I get home. This is so fail. But, still...I have odd themes for my exam, it's true.
So, there that is. I will do a proper blog post when I get home tonight!
I'm sorry!
Okay, so I'm at college, and I really need to send these photos home for my photography project, but, the e-mails won't send if the file sizes are too large. So, I'm posting the photos here...yeah, so I can save them and print them for my project book when I get home. This is so fail. But, still...I have odd themes for my exam, it's true.
So, there that is. I will do a proper blog post when I get home tonight!
I'm sorry!
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Castle In The Sky
"Fairytales live in me
Fables coming from my memory
Fantasy is not a crime
Find your castle in the sky
You’ve got the key
Of the kingdom of the clouds
Open the door
Leaving back your doubts "
I'm at Kitkat's, writing my old bloggity blog. We're watching Hannah Montana The Movie, because we are so damn cool. It's quite sad that we know all the songs...I've never seen the film before. It's so happy...>.>
We're going to Leicester tomorrow morning for an Oxford conference. Have to get up for a taxi that's coming for us at 6:30...urg, early morning!
Kitkat has an obsession with the guy's crotch in the film, it's really funny. We basically re-watched the film to see this bit where it's a close-up of it. We're perverted teenage girls, essentially.
Spent all of yesterday doing a clear out of my bedroom, so that it can be a den of awesomeness. My books are now all sorted on the booshelf, and I'm getting rid of all my old crap that I no longer want, but for some reason still have.
It will be awesome.
I have a snuggie, you know, those blankets with arms? It's so awesome...and warm...and arm-ish. XD
Kitkat and I have decided to join an exams skills thing.
This is going to be a really short blog, without any quotes, really.
Because I need to get up at five, but, here...have a picture!
Fables coming from my memory
Fantasy is not a crime
Find your castle in the sky
You’ve got the key
Of the kingdom of the clouds
Open the door
Leaving back your doubts "
I'm at Kitkat's, writing my old bloggity blog. We're watching Hannah Montana The Movie, because we are so damn cool. It's quite sad that we know all the songs...I've never seen the film before. It's so happy...>.>
We're going to Leicester tomorrow morning for an Oxford conference. Have to get up for a taxi that's coming for us at 6:30...urg, early morning!
Kitkat has an obsession with the guy's crotch in the film, it's really funny. We basically re-watched the film to see this bit where it's a close-up of it. We're perverted teenage girls, essentially.
Spent all of yesterday doing a clear out of my bedroom, so that it can be a den of awesomeness. My books are now all sorted on the booshelf, and I'm getting rid of all my old crap that I no longer want, but for some reason still have.
It will be awesome.
I have a snuggie, you know, those blankets with arms? It's so awesome...and warm...and arm-ish. XD
Kitkat and I have decided to join an exams skills thing.
This is going to be a really short blog, without any quotes, really.
Because I need to get up at five, but, here...have a picture!
Only certain people will get this. XD
Final words:Live long and prosper, DFTBA!
'And, who is he to say that I play the villian?'
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