I poured my aching heart into a pop song

Room move at work!

( Fascinating (!!) pictures (and random rants!) under the cut! )

Anyway. Day off tomorrow.

Ugh. I feel like I never have time or energy to update any more! I haven't updated in 10 days! And I have so much I wanted to say - like post about me and Hilary stalking David Tennant on Saturday (finally, 2009! I'd been waiting for you to not suck for 9 days already!), or my road trip around the north with Quinn (okay, I lied before, Jan 3rd was pretty awesome too) how I screamed at Rich from Systems today about Russell Brand and everybody laughed.

But I'm just all, meh. I can't wait til Ave Q at the end of the month. I need Echelon time! Still, going to the match on Saturday, then again the following Sat but with Quinn which rocks (I'm allowed Starbucks when Quinn comes! It brings luck!). I saw a friend yesterday who I haven't seen in years, and even though we only had a five minute bus stop catch up, it was awesome to talk to her.

I'm still at work. I shouldn't be, but the Property Press is the bane of my life and was late getting sent. At least Page Manager tracks when things get released so there's actual proof I was still doing work at 6.21 and missed my bus. The only good thing is that I'm all alone so I've hooked my iPod up to Kurt's computer speakers!

I'm going to go home and watch HIMYM a couple of times (loved it!) and the new episode of The Guild and then die in front of the CSI season premiere on five. And watch Neighbours. And then die again.

I so need my lie in tomorrow.

Things that annoy me!

1. People who join the bus queue after me and get on the bus before me.
2. People in front of me in the bus queue who let absolutely everybody on before you, regardless of if they are people who have just arrived at the bus stop. Hello! There are people behind you who've been here longer than that woman who just legged it when she saw the bus come!
3. People who open the windows on the bus in the rain in winter without caring that the people at the back are fucking freezing.
4. People who play music on their phone OUT LOUD. On the bus.
5. People who.. oh, fuck it, I've forgotten. It was probably more stuff about bus etiquette, though.

And on a happier note!

( 4 days til Kavan!! )

Shirley and I are totally about to fall out over the fact I can't accept the use of the word "bandom". It's not a WORD!

I hate that word more than I hate the word "cosplay" and I hate THAT word a LOT!

She should count herself lucky that I'm not doing what I threatened and running to the biggest community I could find and ranting about it there. Which I would be perfectly within my rights to do because nobody would know I know her, so it's not like I'd get her shunned which is what she's afraid of!

But she asked nicely, so I shan't. I'll just do it here.

Plus I might not get my Christmas present if I do.

I'm having an argument about commas on a Sunderland message board. And it's driving me absolutely batty. I can't understand how this guy thinks he's right when about fifteen different people have told him he's basically just a dickhead!

Also, I love that board because it has its own language and sadly some of their phrases are starting to creep into my actual everyday speech!

I've started to say "that boils my piss" and "pissflaps" on a regular basis.

Hee!

So when Who Wants To Be a Millionaire very very first started, and there were trailers for it, me and my Mam distinctly remember Chris Tarrant saying "You can ask the audience to help you, you can phone your mate - I'll even help you!"

Does he bollocks help you! That was a LIE! He spends the whole time saying he doesn't know the answer til after they've given their final answer!

Every time I see that show EVER, I have an internal monologue about this fact. So I thought it was time to LJ about it.

Ahem.

(Haha. That icon was totally in the rotation like that. *amused*)

Also, with_milk is loving Heroes. So at the Wii party, you will all be briefed which episode she's up to - no spoiling her please! :D

Three things.

1) LJ, why are you stupid? Lately, when I go to update, it won't let me select a community or an icon - those options just aren't there. And my username and password (starred out, obv) are filled in in boxes underneath the big "UPDATE JOURNAL" as though I'm logging in while I'm posting, but I'm not, I'm permanently logged in. Why is it DOING that!? The only way I can post to communities is by going to their userinfo and clicking on the post option, and I can only change my icons by editing it afterwards. My mood theme is there though, and my default icon is displayed at the bottom next to where the dropdown should be. It's ANNOYING. And I don't know why it's happening.

2) Why does Bonjela taste of fish?

3) Why am I looking up pink Calvin Klein boxers online for my Mum to order on her credit card for her boss to give to her boyfriend for Christmas? There are men in underwear all over my computer and they're not even PRETTY men. I'm scared.

LJ, why are you a bitch? Stoppit!

Post about graduation and the con coming soon... and little angry outburst first though!

When Serenity came out on DVD I bought one of those great huge cardboard advertising standee things - one with Nanny McPhee on the other side (which was cool because my uncle was a cameraman on that movie), and it was taller than me, etc etc...

I left it in my room at Uni after we cleared it all out, because it wouldn't fit in the car. And the room was LOCKED. And I didn't leave my keys, and I didn't tell him I'd moved out. And my contract doesn't end until August 31st. And when I got there on Friday to get changed before graduation, it was GONE. And the window was open and the door was propped open with the armchair. And I was like. WHAT? I was SO FUCKING ANGRY.

So I phoned him Friday night and he didn't answer, so then I sent him a text, and I spoke to him on Saturday and he claims the door was open when he got there (which it SO FUCKING WASN'T) and he thought it was "just cardboard" so he took it out through Steph's room and THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW and then had his son clear the back yard of all the "rubbish". He also thought he'd thrown out my big floor cushion which was still there too but he didn't. We took that away with us.

Bastard.

He says he'll pay if I buy another one but why should I *have* to? I can see one on ebay now but it's the only one listed and it's not the same one. I'm just so annoyed because it doesn't look like I'll be able to get one now, because it isn't TOPICAL anymore.

He's SO lucky I never got it signed.

BAH. I hate people.

Dear whoever keeps turning the toaster down,
PLEASE STOP IT. Having it set to ANYTHING LESS THAN FOUR has the effect of waving the bread in the GENERAL DIRECTION of a flame.

Dear same person, undoubtedly,
PLEASE STOP USING MY BUTTER. It's not funny.

Dear Sean Harry,
PLEASE, STOP having a mobile phone as your ticket line. Or at least disable your voicemail on the days when you're going to have insane numbers of calls. Because our phone bill just came from the last three months, and thanks to you I owe £19 in calls to a mobile phone after hitting your inbox FOUR HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO TIMES. In an HOUR. Plus the twice I actually got through.

NO LOVE TO ANY OF YOU,
Rachael.