Hello hello...I keep going away to places with no internet, but I always come back...
Last week was spent trying to sneakily look through grimy net curtains into people's living rooms without being spotted (and with my friends on the other side of the street going "can you see anything yet? why don't you try the other window?" - why is it always me that does the potentially embarrassing bits?). No estate agents have contacted me back, neither have the people I tried to politely ask if we could arrange a time to check out their house. It's not looking good on the house front.
Thursday was of course the most exellent Arabian Nights Burlesque at the Engine Rooms, featuring the beautiful Nic, Nadine, Akemi, Jezabel and Vicky. There are pictures in my folders - as always they're shite because my camera skills are on par with those of a blind hippo, and if anyone doesn't want theirs there let me know and I'll baleet them. Heh. Oh oh, and I got to meet the (even more) gorgeous (in the flesh) Lolo in the pub beforehand
Oh, but I got offered a job, which was awesome. Fingers crossed...
This bank holiday was spent with this person -
and consisted of playing a lot of Star Wars battlefront, wandering aimlessly around Long Eaton bemoaning the lack of pasties in Greggs, pub quiz (which for once I was actually useful in), drinking too much vodka and lemonade and eating too many cheese and onion crisps, throwing up the aforementioned crisps the next morning, hanging out at other people's houses, watching this film -
sleeping like a cat (ie. any time, any place), eating ginormous amounts of toast and drinking huge quantities of tea, going to see the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - which I enjoyed immensely, it's so rare to see a film of a book that I loved which doesn't really irritate me (The Beach - what the holy fuck was that all about?!), and y'know, stuff. i am so much looking forward to seeing the League of Gentlemen - Apocalypse when it comes out. As in, so much I practically wet myself when the trailer came on in the cinema.
I got the train back today, train journey passed astonishingly quickly thanks to the joys of my Bruce Campbell book
and arrived back here to find a letter containing this most awesome poster - 
And yeah, one day I actually will get round to posting the outtakes. Promise.
Last week was spent trying to sneakily look through grimy net curtains into people's living rooms without being spotted (and with my friends on the other side of the street going "can you see anything yet? why don't you try the other window?" - why is it always me that does the potentially embarrassing bits?). No estate agents have contacted me back, neither have the people I tried to politely ask if we could arrange a time to check out their house. It's not looking good on the house front.
Thursday was of course the most exellent Arabian Nights Burlesque at the Engine Rooms, featuring the beautiful Nic, Nadine, Akemi, Jezabel and Vicky. There are pictures in my folders - as always they're shite because my camera skills are on par with those of a blind hippo, and if anyone doesn't want theirs there let me know and I'll baleet them. Heh. Oh oh, and I got to meet the (even more) gorgeous (in the flesh) Lolo in the pub beforehand
Oh, but I got offered a job, which was awesome. Fingers crossed...
This bank holiday was spent with this person -
and consisted of playing a lot of Star Wars battlefront, wandering aimlessly around Long Eaton bemoaning the lack of pasties in Greggs, pub quiz (which for once I was actually useful in), drinking too much vodka and lemonade and eating too many cheese and onion crisps, throwing up the aforementioned crisps the next morning, hanging out at other people's houses, watching this film -
sleeping like a cat (ie. any time, any place), eating ginormous amounts of toast and drinking huge quantities of tea, going to see the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - which I enjoyed immensely, it's so rare to see a film of a book that I loved which doesn't really irritate me (The Beach - what the holy fuck was that all about?!), and y'know, stuff. i am so much looking forward to seeing the League of Gentlemen - Apocalypse when it comes out. As in, so much I practically wet myself when the trailer came on in the cinema.
I got the train back today, train journey passed astonishingly quickly thanks to the joys of my Bruce Campbell book
and arrived back here to find a letter containing this most awesome poster -
And yeah, one day I actually will get round to posting the outtakes. Promise.
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cassiel:
the poster w/the writing is one of many in my room...i thought it would be a cool, hipster thing to do...they're all handpainted lyrics to songs by some of my favorite bands...the one in the pic was Elliott Smith's "Waltz #1"
tangledupinblue:
you're very welcome, it was a lovely set. Ahh Bobby Dylan -- saw him a few weeks ago, and will catch him at a minor league basbeball stadium in June. Love you UK SGs! What's up with all of you clustering so! At any rate. Mr. Dylan has given me, at least, a song for every occasion and person, and especially emotion I care to think on long enough. If it means anything to me. A song comes on.