klena: (familiar faces and mixed up memories)
There are none of my fascinating Twitter thoughts today because I dragged myself to work, doubting strongly that I would make it the whole day (I was right) and felt so rough, I didn't even switch on my iPod. Appalling, I know.

Instead I came into work, sweated and shivered my way through half a day (and battling waves of mild, disgruntling nausea) before I asked to go home. My manager, Julie, had already been eyeballing me for two days, asking if I was going to go home.

So I did.

But before I did, I managed to book a few hours off work on the 20th August. Now, I was desperate to be off work all day, but my counterpart is already off and we're the team on Duty for our area, so that was a no-go. However, the end of the day was negotiable.

So I booked it off because I'm going to see Neil Gaiman.

Yes. Neil Gaiman.

At Ely Cathedral in Cambridgeshire. Event details are here

So I am flying out of work at 4, to catch a 4:45 train - changing at 6:06 for the local service to Ely, and will get there at 6:52.

Enough time to walk/skip/run the half mile to the Cathedral and try not to weep.

Because I wasn't sure about how I was going to get home or when the event would end (I've been reading of Neil signing for 4-5 hours recently), I booked a REALLY EARLY train the next morning. I was going to get the first train home at 5:30am but Dave eyeballed me and asked if I planned to sleep at the train station (I was going to, but his face discouraged me.)

So I've booked a room at a guest house that is 6 minutes walk away. If I manage my timing, I should be able to quickly check in before the event starts at 7:30. Here's hoping.

But fuck. FUCK. Getting to see and meet Neil Gaiman. It gives me butterflies. Or maybe that's the nausea kicking back in ;)
klena: (familiar faces and mixed up memories)
I had a day of annual leave today and it's turned out to be one of the best days I've had in a long time :)

Started the morning by just ignoring Dave's alarms until nearly 9:45am when the postman woke us up delivering some interesting new things and then not too much later, another delivery turned up with a new bed! Dave and I had been looking at new beds over the weekend and found one on eBay we really liked, but hadn't decided on buying it. So Dave had bought it secretely, thought it was going to turn up tomorrow when I wasn't at work and was going to assemble it for us :) What a fucking gem of a boyfriend I have!

So after these deliveries, we walked into town (in the absolute torrential pouring rain) and went to Johnny Fontanes. Oh God. Oh my god delicious food. American cheese fries, a lemon and herb chicken burger and a Root Beer float. It was amazing. And we've got another voucher for it so we are going to rock that joint. And by "rock that joint", I mean eat as much food as humanly possible.

Then - adult move time! We went to speak to a mortage adviser. I KNOW. ADULT MOVES! So we chatted with them about our chances for a mortage and what we needed to do to set us up in good stead when we finish saving our deposit (in the next 6-18 months hopefully!). I set up a new account to help our "internal credit rating"! ADULT MOVES OF ADULTHOOD!

We got home from all this, I helped Dave sort his orders out, I dicked about on the internet and nearly fell asleep before we built our new bed. NEW BED! And it's King-size motherfuckers! Come stay with us! You can cuddle with Dave and I, we promise we won't make it weird ;) Look at it, fawn over it like we have!

So we managed to finish that at 9pm and so we were naughty and ordered take-away instead of cooking dinner. It was totally going to be chausierre chicken and rice. But it takes an hour to make so we took the easy option.

Then I ordered a piece of furniture for me. We have no mirror and I don't have a lot of storage space for my jewellery and GROUPON HAD A DEAL FOR A MIRROR ARMOIRE :O Its like it was FATE. So I ordered me this bad boy!

Now I am cuddled in bed with my boy and I have work tomorrow, but only have a 3 day week to work and today was great. Yay :) ♥
klena: (Default)
So I did the Bandom voice meme that's going around after hearing the joy that is [livejournal.com profile] philosiraptors

My voice is weird!!

Bandom voice meme by Klena
klena: (but when the sun shines again)
You know October, for being my favourite month, you sure have been a bit of a cow. It is nearly the end of the month and I feel a little lost as to where the time has gone.

I vanished because 2 weeks ago on Saturday, Dave's stepfather died. some medical information that might upset and the funeral )

So that was that. There was a wake afterwards at a nearby golfclub and I met a lot of Shirley's friends, Steve's family and various neighbours. Most of them knew me before I was introduced which was strange but everyone was lovely. We spent most of our time chatting with Dave's aunt, uncle, granddad, Jenny and Steve. We had a quiet dinner together that night, Dave, Shirley, Jenny, Steve and I.

The past few days have been filled with going out for walks with Walter, Shirley (and Steve's) black cocker spaniel, spending time with Shirley just talking and drinking lots of tea and seeing Dave's grandma. On top of that, we've been dealing with work as and when we've had some time at Shirley's. We've had aan issue with a Joker costume from our supplier and now the customer has cancelled the order. Customers demanding refunds for costumes they've returned STINKING of B.O. A US customer initating a chargeback for a Catwoman costume the day it arrives to her, stating it hasn't arrived. Ugh, I hate customers.

So pretty exhausting. We arrived back in Leeds last night and walked home. Climbed into bed and were asleep within 2 hours.

On top of all this, the Google Panda update a week ago seems to have completely fucked us up in website rankings. We were on the first page for most of our keywords and now we're 6 or 7 pages down. At the moment we're still doing okay because it's Halloween but after next week, it could seriously destroy the business. Dave's been pretty worried and really stressed unsurprisingly. The past two weeks have been a little tense - we've had two of the worst fights we've had since being together over the stupidest of things but considering the circumstances, it's not surprising. We're doing pretty good now with the funeral being done.

My plan now is to start searching for a job in case things do go tits up. We need at least one salary to survive on and two separate ones definitely isn't going to hurt. So updating my CV and applying for everything is on the list for this week. As Dave also pointed out, if I do get a job and I utterly hate it, there is still work for me to do with him. So that alleviates a lot of pressure.

Halloween's coming up and I'm completely unprepared. Unhappy face. However our local Co-Op is selling some huge pumpkins so I might treat myself to a pumpkin to carve and try baking or cooking with the innards. Anyone got any good pumpkin recipes?

I'm also trying to get my entries ready for the Joeyverse Cosplay Contest. The contumes are about 90% and 60% done respecitvely done. I just need to sort out time for Dave and I to shoot. Because he's my favourite and will only mock me a little for cosplay and tarting myself up.

Dave has now come in to bed so I am going to finish up and go to make myself a cup of hot chocolate before talking to mama Denvir and watching "Criminal Minds"
klena: (the motion makes me strong)
Mother's Meeting again tonight, as per Wednesday ritual!

I thought about something [livejournal.com profile] rogue_dreams said during it, that we can talk about everything. It's something that I don't believe is appreciated enough by people, when you have a support system of people that you can just be yourself with, as awful and petty and furious and ridiculous as you really are. Sometimes you are that way with people that you don't mean to be, and then you can feel concerned about the way you presented yourself. That sort of friendship that is built on a sort of barter of respect and opinion. But with my Mother's Meeting, with my girls, there's none of that. There's no concern about how they think of me because they've seen me at my best and my worst. And they will always be honest with me, sometimes in a blunt way and sometimes just in a "seriously, how do you not see this, you are a moron, why are we friends :)" way.

Not a lot of people get that sort of circle in their life. That they can establish such a level of comfort and trust - especially not with people that they see weekly. We may have a few that we know online, or who have moved away or that we only see when we go home for the holidays. But every week, to have that - to have them. Well....it just reminds me to count my blessings where they lie.

klena: (when both our cars collide)
So. As my roller-coastery tweets might communicate to people, the past two weeks have been swinging from cluster-fuck to resolution back into cluster-fuck. It's been getting a lot harder to cope the last few days, particularly with the business being quieter and our anniversary approaching and my mood dropping dramatically.

I'd been toying with making a seperate LJ filter for being in the know of The Situation, and adding some people that I trust, but I keep not doing it.
Number 1, because it'd just be filled with swearing and rage and lots of negativity
Number 2, because it's probably only of interest to me.
So that plan went out the window.

I keep feeling a little crazy!face though. Like I want to go and bleach all my hair and dye it some bright obnoxious colour like Clementine or to smash glass bottles against a wall or to scream lots. It's not nice.

Been wanting to pick up my sketchbook again too, and do fanart. Not anything of my own, don't feel creative enough again for that, but fanart for all the awesome "Inception" fics I've read, particularly [livejournal.com profile] foxxcub's non-fic fake!boyfriends and for [livejournal.com profile] whitehaiku's no-longer "Skeptics And Innocents" and for [livejournal.com profile] philosiraptors and [livejournal.com profile] mrsronweasley's "Becoming Joan" verse. However my sketchbook still sits on the architect desk.

Mother's Meeting this week went a little awry as [livejournal.com profile] rogue_dreams was unable to come as she was engaging in Epic Baking in preparation for Maelstrom and Emma was on her way to mine when she got called to the police station (she's a trainer lawyer and was on call tonight). So it was just me and Hannah, and I cooked. For those who know, I am not a confident cook and worry about fucking it up a lot. But tonight I cooked Lemon Chicken and Courgette Pasta and it was pretty fucking tasty. I am very happy with myself. Last week's Chicken and Potato pie wasn't too bad either :)

I feel absolutely fucking knackered but too wired to go to sleep yet. And there is nothing on TV. Awesome.

In conclusion

Tom Gunn - "The Reassurance"

About ten days or so
After we saw you dead
You came back in a dream
I'm alright now you said.

And it was you, although
you were fleshed out again:
You hugged us all round then,
And gave your welcoming beam.

How like you to be kind,
Seeking to reassure.
And, yes, how like my mind
To make itself secure.

And in complete contrast

klena: (a virgin losing a child)
I haven't blogged properly in a few weeks because of the fucking extra-ordinary circumstances I now find myself in.

I'm not going to pour my heart out about it here, it's not the time or the place. And also, whilst I have a large circle of friends who I believe should all get to know what's happening, I don't want the additional stress of wondering who they'll tell and the potential judgement that comes with everything we say. So better to keep my mouth closed.

It's much easier functioning from day to day now, but I think that's only because there is no option for me to run away from the business. This is something that I have to get through, because burying my head in the sand would destroy something that a lot of time and effort and dedication has gone into.

It'll be a month on Friday, which is strange. I keep wondering if I've actually just cracked mentally because surely I, with my history of falling apart, should have had a proper breakdown by now? Although maybe that's what those first few days were.

In another way, it is nice to know that I do have inner strength. I always wondered if I did.

There is the possibility of big news next week which will give me a possible end date to work towards. I wasn't expecting any news on that topic for at least a month so it was a little startling to hear it today.

These past few weeks and everything that has come with them has made me think a lot about the nature of love and of being in love.

I love a lot, even though I feel like a twisted, bitter old crone sometimes. And I am a bit of a wretched person sometimes, I don't work hard enough to maintain friendships and I'm a hermit when things get hard, and sometimes I just can't be bothered. But I do honestly care and love a lot of people. I love some people that I know no longer think of me, I love people who I see everyday, and I love people I've never met.

But when it comes to Love and of Being In Love, well...

I always assumed that you just knew when you were in love with a person, that it was as obvious as the days of the week, as your very own hands stretched out before you.

And it's not like that at all, is it? Being in love is quiet, and catches you unaware when you remember - like a small gesture, the cupping of your cheek or seeing them breathe beside you at night or the look in their eyes that you half-catch. Being in love is a background thing, that waits to remind you patiently of its existence, like your distant awareness of your limbs during the day when you aren't doing anything crucial with them.

It's not fireworks and torrid passion and burning intensity, although those definitely do happen too. Yet those things happen when you're not in love with someone, you just think you are. Sadly, been there, done that and what a fucking mess that was!

Being in love makes me feel a little embarrassed to phrase it like that. It sounds soppy and overly cute or even borderline nauseating. But I know I am. Because he's made me better for being with him, and made me worse in some ways (but only in little things).

But possibly the biggest thing that makes me know that I must be in love with him is how I will do what needs to be done for us and the thought of our future together. And I'm doing it, without a mental breakdown (just mini flaps of distress) and without anger or resentment because I see this as something we need to do, a hurdle that needs leapt over (or a wall that needs climbing really) in order for us to move forward with our lives.

It's not easy. But I feel the end result is going to be worth it. And even if it isn't, and we don't last forever like we want to, I know I'll be able to say to people in years to come that yes, I was definitely in love at least once in my life and it was real and I wasn't misguided and it wasn't one-sided.

And that's enough for me, at the moment. So I'll wait and continue with everything, and keep living until all this is done, and then we'll get to move on together. And I think it's going to be fantastic.
klena: (going down swinging)
Meme from the beautiful [livejournal.com profile] blindeadmcjones
* Leave me a comment saying "We used to be French but now we are underwater"
* I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity
* Update your journal with the answers to the questions. Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

Here were her questions for me

1. You are granted the power to become a virtuoso in any instrument, a master of any art form, fluent in any language, a top athlete in any sport etc. Which one specifically would you choose?

2. Who is your favourite writer/author and why? Have they influenced your own writing?

3. Pick one line from a song that means a lot to you, and let us know why!

4. Tell me a little something-something about Dave. A habit, favourite flavour crisp, a way he makes you happy or mad or anything!

5. I know you've been super busy recently. How do you let your creativity out? Are you still drawing and writing? Or does it all get channelled into the amazing costumes I see on facebook?

My answers )

I was going to ramble about Valentines Day and university and music now but I have a doctor's appointment in an hour and a half and I need to grab things for the manga meet after, get dressed, take off nail polish, wash dishes and pick up an essay, so that's all for the minute!
klena: (listening to our apocalypse suite)
Kathryn! originally from the Greek 'Katheros' meaning pure. Allegedly. I find this mean to be absolutely hilarious, you have no idea

2. AGE:
23, yo! Technically 23 and 5 days.

Currently, the half-assed snowy wastelands of N.Ireland but for the majority of my year it is ♥Leeds♥

Student welching off the government in order to attain an completely useless degree. Awesome

Without getting into technical arguments, I would say yes. His name is Dave. :)

6. KIDS:
Adopted kids all over the shop! Between kids I babysit and my Libby's little girl Faith (who is actually the cutest baby on the face of the EARTH good lord. But no actual children. It is probably for the best if I do not continue my genetics. Can you imagine how freaky they would be??

Gots myself a little-big blood bro by the name of Matt. He's 21, higher functioning autistic and possibly one of the kindest, considerate people I know. I would kill for him. Honest to god, I would shank bitches with no remorse if they did something to my little bro >|

Emotionally, I've got a couple of adopted sisters and brothers. Pretty much if you spend any time talking to me or show any interest in my life, I regard you as honourary kin. Because kin's the most important thing there is.

8. PETS:
CATS. There are 4 at my house right now. Blanche and Dart who I have had since...my...AS Levels maybe. Or A-Levels. Either way, they are over 4 years in my life. Dart is nicknamed the Buddha cat because she is a fatass. A fluffy fatass. Blanche generally sleeps with me which is nice, except for the white fur everywhere.
Then I adopted Dent about a year ago. She is still a yappy cat. Her kitten Wookie vanishes for periods but shows up every 2 weeks or so.

2) Dave and the assorted things that come with that
3) ....my housemates? there is no more creative thing that would normally be three ;_;

Have two. Still married, 25 years next September. Not really at liberty to discuss my parents marriage

I got my girls at home- Jenni, Jules, Libby and June. We get together and catch each other up on life and we entertain each other. In Leeds, I would count Dave as my friend? He fills a quota, I guess ;) My housemates are close to me but sometimes I feel very distanced from them, especially as I'm the only one not doing their degree and I spend a lot of my weekends at Dave's.

Online I've slipped away from a lot of people due to my laptop not working for a month and not being as present online because of work/uni/dave/exhaustion. This makes me sadface and I want to get back those friendships. because they mean a lot to me.
klena: (listening to our apocalypse suite)
So, it's the beginning of December. I've been in Leeds for 93 days which seems like a stupidly short time when it's reduced to days. The State of the Union post is delayed once again because about 3 weeks ago my laptop shut itself off. It wasn't the first time it had done this but instead of coming back on when I tried about an hour later it has refused to show any signs of life.

I'm currently using my housemate's old laptop (love hannah ;_;) but it doesn't recognise my external harddrive when it's plugged in nor does it have the majority of my bookmarks saved to it. In other words, I'm making excuses for not being around.

Another reason for not being around yet again is due to final year. I'm not so much being raped by my degree as constantly being told "AGAINST THE WALL NOW" at multiple points over the last 10 or so weeks.

I'm doing okay though. I've just been going back over my few lj entries from the last year or so and realising just how things have changed for me.

. I'm with someone - granted, not officially but we are a couple regardless of titles. Sometimes we are practically in each others brains but we're doing okay for 7 months. It's the longest one man has been in my life. It's not easy - we both have talked about how it's not easy for us; he owns his own business and this is my final year of university but we do our best to make it work. And, in his own words about a month ago, he "wouldn't change a second of the last 6 months". He's been so good for me. Yes, it sucks having to fight to spend time with him but even if I head to his when he's working, I have nothing to do but work so I've been working far harder than I have done every other year I've been here at university.
. I'm off medications. Did I ever tell anyone that? I came off my medication sometime before Easter, as far as I can remember, because I wanted to try depression on my own terms and learn how to cope with myself when I am sad. And I've had a few patches. I was a ball of horrible venomous rage over the summer because I was working myself to death and I had a 'bad week' about two weeks ago where I had no desire to work, to eat, to get out of bed and I was just sad all the time. It's still lingering but I'm working hard to not let it cripple me.
. I'm actually working on my degree. Besides doing my core work, I'm reading beyond my module. I'm trying to make my brain better
. I don't have a job anymore. I quit Fab in April and got with Dave my last day. It's funny to say that because I was working last night to cover for everyone else but it's made life a little tougher regarding budgeting and in another way it's made things easier because I'm not stressing about working and losing my weekend because of late shifts.
. I'm not being creative. This is a minus for me but I haven't been overly creative in probably months. Tons of ideas for art bouncing around my head and the desire to flesh out characters and be more involved in online RPs but that's hard to do when you fight to spend time with someone and be a good housemate and not fail your degree.
. The end of that last point pretty much sums up my life actually. Being a housemate, being a partner, being a student.

Things aren't so bad. I'm still very hard on myself. I hate myself sometimes and god, I get so lonely other times and I feel like nobody cares about me. I need affection and to be reminded that people care about me except I can never ask for such things. And it's stupid and immature and a failing of mine. But maybe one day I'll be beyond it.

I was toying with the idea of New Years Letters. Would anyone be interested?
klena: (schlecter > you)
So! Last night Dave and I went with Caroline (a girl who used to work with me in Fab and loves zombies as much as I do) to see one of the other doormen from Fab's band. So, those who were not working last night all came to the gig so I got to see my ex-managers and rock out.

Also, the band were supporting Zombina and the Skeletons who I was well fucking excited to see because they're just ace. Retro kitsch off-kilter bands! Who all dress like zombies! and are from Liverpool! And write songs about Zombies and Dr. No and being psychotic and werewolves and :))))))) [livejournal.com profile] mofette was extremely excited and busted some ace shapes on the floor! Including picking me up, swinging me towards her and then letting me go. That was unexpected! But awesome!

A good night was had! Even if Dave and I got the piss taken out of us because we were all ~kissy-face~ together. Which we were cool with and then Colette, my ex-boss and his current boss, came over to us and gestured at our faces and said "I like this. You kiss nice! And look happy and not like (affecting bored apathy) 'yeah whatever'. Also you look like you fuck good."

I'm pretty certain there is no polite response to that EVER so we just grinned and looked at each other and were like ":) yeah! true :))))"

....i am pathetic! When did this happen?! Why was i not informed? I swear I used to be cool about this sort of thing!!*

*lies. fucking lies. I've never had this sort of thing and god knows I've never been cool!
klena: (smile that lights up the day)
this sleeping for 14 hours body, it needs to stop. i have shit to do! totally important stuff! argh. oh wait.


Fail is my first last AND middle name. Damn.

So! [livejournal.com profile] hybrid_xisha pointed out in last night's journal entry that people might have been a little confused by my talk of THE FANDOM BIRTHDAY

I am wearing my awesome trilby hat right now and i feel like some strange steam-punk film noir-esq journalist. it is totally awesome

Let's start with some basic background. I am a fangirl is probably the very first basic fact. I'm pretty certain everyone that is reading this entry knows this but, just for those not in the know. I love to get involved in debates and discussions about movies, anime, tv shows, bands, music, comics, you name it but Northern Ireland hasn't been exceptionally good at producing fan-persons. (well except for McDonalds but that's only happened recently)

So, I came on the internets looking for people to chat to, back in the day when I was a total N00B and reading fanfiction (and writing bad-fic oh my god). And I found them and I loved it and here I am today. Into things I never imagined I might enjoy and with a bunch of awesome fandoms and awesome PEOPLE in each fandom - people I admire, people I love, people to bounce off with insane ideas, people to write for and who do things for me.

About 4 years ago I FINALLY started reading the Harry Potter books, after years of snorting derisively at them and I loved them. As most of the people who kept trying to get me to read them knew I would. So, in 2005, awaiting my A-Level results, I realised that August 10th 2004 was the day I said to my friend [livejournal.com profile] donal (who had been lending me the books to read) that I was totally into them. So I LJ posted and asked people to request things for my Harry Potter Fandom Birthday.

The idea behind it was to celebrate my being in the Harry Potter fandom by giving gifts to the magnificent people I had met due to being in the fandom. However, the next year I realised that being just a HP birthday limited quite a few on my F-list. So I expanded it to beyond just the HP fandom and made it all fandoms.

Last year, after Leeds, I wasn't quite in the right headspace for doing fandom birthday but this year, I've travelled. I'm more of a fangirl than ever, I have a bunch of awesome new people on my flist, I have new fandoms and I feel like celebrating more than ever this year.

Also, as I realised in a discussion with [livejournal.com profile] sekkritbandomlj last night, that I've actually been in fandom for about 8-9 years. Since I first was online, reading Legend of Zelda fanfiction, joining [livejournal.com profile] hybrid_xisha's ZQL list (through my beautiful, glorious big sis [livejournal.com profile] darth_zal). So, this is 9 or so years I am celebrating.

So that's the idea of Fandom Birthday. It's my way of celebrating each and every one of you. It's celebrating the things that have brought us together, it's challenging me to ACTUAL CONTRIBUTE TO FANDOM, it's reminding me of every fandom I loved, I lost, I still harbour a secret thing for, fandoms I don't know yet, fandoms I'm still tiptoeing around the edges of.

Hopefully that's explained the idea. So! With all that explained, I am totally expecting YOU ALL to go back two entries to the fandom birthday request post and get involved. You can totally request for fandoms I haven't listed - even your own RP 'verses as long as you give me enough information. Even comics, online comics, anything. Cross-over verses! Retelling myths with fandom characters! Making fanmixes! Icons! Art! Writing! I'm totally up for this and I want it.

Help me celebrate the things that keep me going.

♥ ♥ ♥
klena: (first step to knowledge)
I am desperately in love with this song an awful lot right now. I'm guessing it's because it reminds me of wandering and being in awe of the world changing around you and people mistaking your awe for being lost (which awe and the sudden rush of emotion in your chest can be like - being lost and not having a solid grip on yourself but at that moment that's okay, you're happy with that) and the world changes. The world changes and maybe you are a little lost sometimes but that doesn't matter because you can always find your way back and your hometown is always there.

Two of my days off have fallen in a row which is awesome and wonderful and I've been awake for 3 hours now (thanks to the howling wind and the pouring rain and my head being cleaved in two and Matt texting me because Gerard wanted to know if I wanted a wee shift today) and i feel all dizzy and blurrysmudged at the edges because we had no ordinary painkillers and i took some of mum's which are, like, horse tranquilisers or something. Strange!

I got a letter from Jules today. Jules, for those not in the know, is one of My Girls who was studying abroad for the year in Guelph in Canada and got home on Thursday. June and I surprised her after we finished our respective shifts on Saturday and sat in her house from 6pm until midnight. MIDNIGHT. just gossiping.

Lying between two of your favourite people and feeling good in your own skin - unafraid to give voice to the things lingering beneath your skin-mask and laughing like you've never done anything else. It's like perfection.

We're all trying to meet up for dinner tonight. Which is what I am going to organise after I post this.

I am also seriously considering writing The Highwayman!bandom fic for [livejournal.com profile] sekkritbandomlj because it sounds AWESOME even if The Highwayman ends sadly.

I am bringing this up again because I am going to be moving into a house in a few months and I am already considering the decorating. My Photo Wall. For those who didn't know, I used to have a massive photo wall in my bedroom here in N.I before I went to uni and I also created on when I went to uni. (and i actually went and looked up the photos for you)

plastering your heart and your life to the concrete wall for the world to see )

except obviously i am going to want to redo the wall for my new house in Leeds. I want you in my new house (and it is a house - can't be a home yet, not there, haven't chosen it and we haven't put our hearts there yet) on my walls. So....who's interested in sending me photos? Or even your own photography ([livejournal.com profile] littleredfox and [livejournal.com profile] sarshin i am particularly looking at you here). I would love it if you would reply here? Please?

So my voice post seems to have gone down well! And I was thinking that I get 20 free voice posts a month which i don't want to really waste. SO! If people are interested, I will ring in LJ posts and talk. Suggest a topic you want to hear my thoughts on - want me to read one of your fics/one of my own - want me to sing? (you'll be lucky). Ask away! I am happy to whore myself out for you lot ♥

Right. I am sitting here looking like a scruffy gangster because my hair dried strangely overnight. Luv curly hair. So i am going to get dressed and start being productive....possibly.

Suggestions people~!

And now. Strange dream

aching as you wake and realise that you've slept your life away in the most perfect dream you could have but now it's over and you are awake and bereft )
klena: (always be waiting here for you)


klena: (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] musesfool posted this Buffy quote and I competely forgot about it. My god - I forgot how much I loved that series sometimes. And Season 4! Even if it was a bit of a bust - it had summoning The First. Love! I walk. I talk. I shop. I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There's trees in the desert since you moved out, and I don't sleep on a bed of bones.

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First night back at work was AWESOME. Got laughed at because me and one of the work mates Phill were standing at drive-through window bitching at each other and he topped me in our banter and said "I was one the student - now I am the master" to which I shouted "ONLY THE MASTER OF EVIL, DARTH" which lead to the two of us CRACKING THE FUCK UP laughing and then I turned around to hang this lady's food out the window only to see her and her friend were killing themselves laughing at me too. WIN. \o/

I also had a customer actually summon J.P over because she came with her children and her husband to our store every night for the past 6 months and the service had always been atrocious and she admitted she actually hated coming her but I had been so nice and pleasant and efficient and prompt and friendly that she was much happier about coming to the store and said it was the best service she ever had. FUCK YEAH \o/

Then there were a few drinks after work with me trying to get Phill to listen to Cobra Starship and flail about My Chem and banter between me and J.P and Matt and Eddie and his mum.

There is also stuff to be said about Matt and me and sitting up in my house until 7am but that will be later. Maybe.

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It actually makes my chest hurt when i think how much i've fallen in love with bandom because oh my god BOYS and they're all sorts of special and legendary and oh my heart - i swear it could explode out of my chest sometimes - it feels so full. it's nice. i forgot that sometimes with fandom. OH BANDOM.

i also find myself in need of happy!flaily!dorky bandom icons. SEND HELP PLEASE

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I am away to go babysit now but i am going to drag my laptop with me and possibly write fic. GOOD TIMES GREAT DAYS
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So! In honour of my last post - I have acquired an AOL name. I am Icarusishappy. Add me! Love me! Chat about all fandoms, bandoms, strange goings on and everything inbetween will be allowed!

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I remember Donielle did one of these AEON ago and I thought 'wow what a good idea' and I finally got around to it, harharhar. ^_^

A questionnaire of statement. I want you to guess which one’s are true and which are false, then paste in your own journal.

1. I am terrified by dancing Santa’s
2. I am scared of old people
3. I was an alter-girl
4. I don’t like going out drinking
5. I’m a virgin
6. I hate studying ‘Death of a Salesman’
7. I’m teased by my brother for being short
8. I’ve broken all 4 of my wrist bones
9. I have no set religious ideologies
10. I hate ‘slash’
11. I love dance music
12. I hate Johnny Depp movies
13. I regularly have very detailed, complex dreams
14. I love wearing make-up
15. Guys in make-up are Horrible.
16. Legolas is my favourite Lord of the Rings character
17. When I was young, I loved Rainbow Bright
18. I won an award at my formal for weirdest girl
19. Geeks seem to fancy me
20. I have a very minimalist-styled room
21. I don’t like gays and lesbians
22. When I’m happy and can’t think of any way to express my joy, I propose marriage
23. I think about everything that’s wrong with Catholicism at mass
24. I cried when the pope died
25. I hate people being affectionate
26. I have a favourite pair of jeans that my mum has to surgically remove from me
27. I smoke
28. I love Pepsi
29. I have been caught having invisible lightsaber fights by my form teacher
30. I play the harp
31. When I was twelve I listened to the Boyzone and read Goosebumps
32. I constantly wear low-cut tops ‘because I love my breasts.
33. My favourite pair of socks have barely any sole left on them.
34. I’m right handed
35. I am extremely dirty-minded
36. I fucking rawk
37. Forget bishi's - Girls in uniform are KOOL!
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You Know You're Irish When....

The condensation on your pint of Guinness takes the shape of shamrocks

You don't believe there is a God, but you are damn sure of the infallibility of the Pope.

You believe that to forgive is divine, but you don't excercise it yourself.

You won't eat meat on Friday, but you'll drink a pint for breakfast.

You consider any Irishman who has become successful a traitor.

You have great respect for the truth, and you only use it in emergencies.

The further you get from Ireland, the more Irish you get.

You eat homefried taters for brakfast, potato bread for lunch, and potato stew for dinner.

You cry at sad movies, but you cheer in battle.

You will never play professional basketball.

You swear very well.

You think you sing very well.

There isn't a huge difference between losing your temper and killing someone.

You're strangely poetic after a few beers.

Many of your sisters are Catherine, Elizabeth or Mary and one is Mary Catherine Elizabeth.

You can't wait for the other guy to stop talking so you can start talking.

Much of your food is boiled.

You are, or know someone, named "Murph." If you don't know Murph, then you know Mac. If you don't know Murph or Mac, then you know Sully, and you'll probably also know Sully McMurphy.

Your parents were on a first name basis with everyone at the local emergency room.

There wasn't a huge difference between your last wake and your last keg party.

You're proud to be Irish - and you pass these jokes on to all your Irish friends!

Get Your Own "You Know You're" Meme Here

More cool things for your blog at

*Dies laughing* So much is true! I am Kathryn (spelt wrongly but!) and I took Maria for my Confirmation name, my parents WERE on first names terms with everyone in hospital, I swear very well (allegedly, the fucking bastards!), and I cheer in battles. Just some of the truest things in this ^_~

Oh the amusement!
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I'm so hyper it's really not true. I was scouring my fridge for food when dad (who was sitting against the radiator) said
"You never stop do you?"

"Huh? Who, me?" I then ate Worthers Originals. "I'm hungry. And they were just there, on the top of the fridge!"

"That's the worst reason ever. That's like you climbing a mountain 'just because it's there.'"

"*I'd* never climb a mountain. That's crazy talk. It's exercise. But you might climb a mountain because you're really, really bored. Or because you're doing a bet for lots of money. Or because you think you're Santa."

"...You try to raise 'em right and then I see you and think "Where, oh where did I go wrong?!" "

I blinked.

"Cheeky bastard. Would you prefer it if I was some dark, angsty, depressive 17-year-old who never talked to you?"

Which began our conversation about me. He said that I was a pretty dull teenage to which I told him I wasn't. He said 'but you don't go out and get blocked like every other person your age.' And I agreed.
Then I told him in a year and a half I'd be in uni and he pointed out that every other time I'd mentioned it I'd always said that I WOULD be in university.

After this deep talk I ran into my mum with a pair of blue sequined, silver tinsle antleers on and said really seriously
"Be honest now...Does this outfit make me look like a reindeer?" Father laughed and mother just sighed. As she always does. ^_^

And now! I dreamt again!

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