klena: (the motion makes me strong)
Every year I make resolutions and every year I seem to...forget about them at some point. So instead of wishing everyone I know a Happy New Year (and I do wish it for you, I do), I'm going to steal from my favourite, Mr. Neil Gaiman, for my New Year's wishes:

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

...I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you'll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you'll make something that didn't exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.

I wish all this for you. ♥
klena: (familiar faces and mixed up memories)
Before I head to work and totally forget

Today is [livejournal.com profile] hybrid_xisha's bithday!! Y'all get over to her journal and wish her a many happy returns, y'hear?

Seriously, without the seriously stunning [livejournal.com profile] darth_zal introducing to me [livejournal.com profile] hybrid_xisha, my online life may never have happened the way it did. I might never have met most of the people on my friends list and would never have had the confidence and the balls to do half the things I've done.

So thank you Dei. You've changed my life, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I love you. Even that left foot of yours.

klena: (Default)
my journal is 8 years old. happy birthday journal

we've been through a lot, some amazing times and some not so good times. through you i've made amazing friends, and i've lost contact with some.

let's make it to 10, ne?
klena: (I create myself)
important announcement

so. i finished my exams today. i'm no longer a student. today had been a day of celebration.

2 hours ago i got a call from my housemate telling me our house had been robbed. they kicked the front door in, stole all our laptops and cameras and external harddrives.

dave and i taxied up just as the police arrived. my room was trashed, drawers opened and stuff everywhere. they'd even pulled my bed out so they could take the power supply for my laptop.

of all the stuff that they took, my pillowcases, my camera, my laptop and my harddrive, it's the harddrive i'm devestated about. my life was on there: the old 3GSL stuff, conversations with people for the past 5 years, my entire university folder, all 60 gigs of music and my art folder, filled with all 20 gigs of my memories, my photos.

i've stopped crying now. we've done what we can. the police are informed and luckily one of our neighbours thinks he saw the guys that robbed us. Because one of them was carrying a pillowcase that looked like it had a laptop inside. fucking suspicious or what.

so there's a description out and a report filled.

that doesn't mean much though. it doesn't change the fact our door was kicked off it's hinges. it doesn't change the fact that they've taken memories away from me. it doesn't change the fact that i walked into my room and felt violated. they went through my drawers. they overturned my stuff.

i'm at dave's now. i couldn't sleep there tonight. i checked my insurance policy for my camera. it doesn't cover being stolen. awesome. although mama denvir has told me theoretically my laptop should be covered by her insurance as it's technically hers.

i keep thinking. my poor housemates. whilst my work is over, the 4 of them have major exams on friday and exams all next week. fuck.

my suggestion is this.

i've lost so much of my memories with you lot. i've lost music shared and photographs and stories we've shared.

i'd like to ask, if people would be kind enough, for people to make me cds or dvds of stuff. photos. music. stories. anything, to help me regain some of what i lost. and regain some new things in the process.

would people be interested in helping?

even just...just talk to me. send me messages. i just feel. wrong.
klena: (every starfall brought you to tears)
i will never be good at goodbyes. not even temporary ones (two month temporary ones). he made me smile through my eyes leaking but that didn't stop them leaking. i hate this, hate that my eyes leak and i've never had someone i've said goodbyes to like this and it hurts, in the back of my throat and the bottom of my lungs and the surface of my eyes.

it's the summer, i always have to leave in the summer but this may be the first one i've wanted to stay somewhere that wasn't home.

i never want to be good at goodbyes.

and fuck you Zeppelin for having stupid semi-appropriate songs with semi-appropriate lyrics for me feeling like this

and fuck you iTunes for playing it
klena: (things we lost in the war)
This was going to be yet another emo-esq blog entry about me potentially having to leave university and my life and my housemate and money and not being able to work out when i was get to go home and how much i miss people and oh god, my friend's going to have a baby girl in about three months --

but it's not. Enough about me for a bit and how I have spent my night eating student food and watching Supernatural and faffing on the internet instead of working.

I've been awake so stupidly long becuase my sleepig schedule is messed up but for now, I am letting my introspection vanish with the dying dark (but maybe just for tonight).

Today (all days) are going to be about you, my list. This entry is for you. Vent in my comments about the injustices you are stuck with now, the little things you want to change, questions you have or a subject you want opinions on.

Let me know little things about you - the quirks that make you who you are and the little routines of your life. How do you take your tea/coffee? Do you have a specific way of arranging your music or your DVDs? What are you reading now? (what do you have on your shelf that you have been meaning to read for years?)

And indulge me and tell me a reason why you keep me on you list.
klena: (dry my eyes and keep on walking)
Thousands of things to say and a huge introspective journal entry coming but had to commit this to (it's not memory really, nor is it ink) little 0s and 1s before i forgot it in my haste to say other things that might not make much sense.

Before going back to my notes (and leaping from witchcraft to 17th Century political theorists to revenge tragedies) I want to get you involved with me for a little bit. Because I've been an absentee from this year and I feel like I'm drifting away on a tide (caught in riptide) and I want to know you. I love you already, but I want to know you better and I want you to know me better.

Anyway, behind all my Wentzian drabble, what I'm saying is this.

I am writing New Year (New Self) letters to anyone who wants them. You can just ask for one and I'll ramble about anything. You can ask me here questions you want me to answer about myself (things you feel you should know, who the fuck am I and why am I on your friendslist etc etc) and I'll write a response to you, and i'll ask about you and what i wish for you this coming year.

It might even be a fairytale.

Comments will be locked so no worry about people viewing things. Just....please get involved. Even if you've never left me a comment, even if you couldn't care less about this idea, it's always nice getting mail, right?
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: (bandom is insane)
Am working tonight and more-than-likely doing my Training Crew exam tonight which will
1) finally legalise ALL MY POWER over the new-starts, even though no one really doubts it
2) give me a pay increase
3) make me feel like I've actually accomplished something in my 2-and-a-half years killing myself at work.

This, of course, is subject to me actually passing the exam but I've got hope. Sort of. Um...next question!

SHIT THE POTATOES - it's okay folks, i didn't destroy them. Me for the win! \o/

why does it always seem that even if i get up 3 hours before i have to head to work, i still manage to not be dressed or even remotely ready 40 minutes before i have to leave? fail.

THE ZOMBIE!VAMPIRE!BANDOM!AU has hit 3000 words due to me fucking about with bitch!vampire!MatsuJun last night. good times, great days. however there is still a distinct lack of plotline. Will be online after work tonight so anyone who LOVES ME TONS AND WANTS INVOLVED IN THE FIC, please to be going onto MSN or AIM tonight. I should be home about 12 or 1am? So you have 10 hours to think and desire and crave zombie!bandom ideas and then throw them at me. :DD

[livejournal.com profile] therenodaemis - MY CONNOISSEUR DARLING - lay your zombie knowledge upon me! ♥

OK. 20 minutes to get dressed. I can manage that. Although I also have to eat and clean before I leave. Um...maybe not.

klena: (Default)
(Matey's where are you all? I feel really abandoned.)

OK. This is in no ways my last journal entry before Florida (I have several cunning plans to execute before I go anyways) but this is full of important info in case people need to reach me.

We are staying at:
Oasis Lakes Resort
12400 S. International Drive,
Florida 32821


my Mobile number/cell phone number (quite a few of you have this but those who are in America and can text me, the texts will get through)

Right that's the important information.

I'm going to file stuff now. Then maybe die.


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