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X_X

2007-06-10T00:13:33Z

I've spent ALL day working on MySpace. Literally, the whole day trying to make my layout look nice and make everything go the way I wanted it. I'm a little annoyed that I couldnt move some of the tables around like i'd hoped but thats life. I never want to look at another piece of html ever again. Ever.
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=141803535 The fruits of a hard days work.

@~@

2007-06-07T19:56:18Z

So I finally get an urge to play Final Fantasy XI after (5/6 months?) even though I never do anything and spend my whole time scurrying about trying to earn gil or make sure Feliz is a decent level and has a nice outfit, incase the other NPCs laugh at him. Dyer said he'd come back and play it again in a month or so which means I'll definatley be on then. But anyway, turns out nothing is so simple, I totally forgot that I hadn't logged on to FFXI for ages and theres a mountain of updates awaiting me which is gonna take like an hour and i'll be way too tired to play then. I certainly couldnt face a partying session yet. I'm not really in the mood for 'OMGF U NOOB WHM HEAL PLZ WTF?!1!!1ONET33N' etc. Its really difficult being on a server so populated by 13 year old american males. I should move to cooler sounding server, Remora sucks. Thats the little fish/pirahna summon from one of the earlier games I think. I'd rather be on Leviathan. :/

Its been such a boring day, my foot is killing me so I haven't been able to do anything and I'm having an emo day, happens to the best of us, I know but when you get them everything feels sucky, I haven't even known what to do with myself today escept despair at obnoxious YouTube members, get angry over chain letters and listen to a 6 year old girl in our community garden screaming swear words that would make even a hardened, ghetto born murderer gasp and cover their mouth in shock. I'm becoming increasingly worried about the UK. Oh and yesterday on the bus I pass this little primary school playground and its always had these wide, black grating rails around it as fencing. I saw yesterday that someone has covered the entire thing in this wooden strip material so no one can see the kids playing. I mean it probably is a good idea considering the day and age but omg. Its sad that people even /have/ to do that. X_X

ooh writing this has taken the update to 65% to complete.

I'd like to learn Russian.

Flaghighkf.

2007-06-06T16:34:00Z

Just gotten home from my morning out with Jen, came home to discover there actually /was/ a pebble in my shoe, despite my attempts to hunt one down. It made me bleeeeed. The day was ammusing, we decided to tell Melanie that it was infact us sending her those hilarious ransom letters to her house last year and she was genuinley shocked. She's so immensley gullible it hurts. In a funny way, like the pain you get when you laugh really, really hard. I had the strongest coffee known to man and I may actually never be able to sleep again ever until tomorrow.

There are so many Turkish people in London. I actually can not believe how many Turkish people live here. I'm astonished, if you gave us hotter weather, larger bugs and simpler housing, we could easily pass for Cyprus. Was there some kind of war over there that I havent heard about? What could possibly draw them in the millions to a city like this? Or to be more specific, a town like mine? Its really not very nice here.

Todays lesson in life is 'Surf now, Apocalypse later...'

Dreams

2007-06-05T19:18:49Z

Bleh. The interview has been delayed until some point later in the week because the person interviewing me is apparantly mega busy. To be honest I don't really mind, I had the wierdest nightmare last night and it really fricked with my mind, I just couldn't sleep afterwards and I've been feeling all shloopy.

It wasn't really the most frightening sounding dream, infact it actually sounds really lame but when you're in it and your senses are disabled its just horrendously frightening. So I was younger, maybe 15 or something and I was at school. (I've been having LOADs of dreams about being back in school the past few months) and I was talking to a couple of dream kids, don't think they were anyone in particular. Anyway, we were in the school yard talking and then there was this massive shadow above the yard and everything went really dark, kinda like...darker than a thunderstorm but not as dark as night time. Then all the kids started screaming and running and we were like 'wtf?' and then we looked up and there these three MASSIVE shadows in the sky. I'm talking like, mega, mega big. The biggest one was in the middle and it was like they were just gliding over the school yard or something. Through all the confusion my mind eventually seemed to shape them in to dragons. This is why its wierd, I actually love dragons and they're hardly something I'd ever hold in regard as being frightening in my eyes but none the less I was absolutley terrified. Everyone was running about screaming and crying and people were saying 'Its the end of the world! Its the apocalypse!' and general 'Jesus is coming' babble. Then all these things were racing through my mind about everything I havent done with my life and then I was alone in the yard and everyone else was gone. The three dragon things were then stuck right in front of a moon/sun, whatever it was, I was able to look at it. Throughout all of this they were just sillhouettes really, I mean I couldnt see any details other than the outline but I knew I was terrified of them. Then the biggest one in the middle opened its eyes and just glared at me. Distance wise, I shouldnt have been able to see that but dreams do the darndest things. It literally went on like that for ages, me alone thinking about wasting my life in an empty school yard with the big guy glaring at me.

I've had some vivid dreams just like the next person but this one really scared the pants off me.

An annoying thing, LJ deleted my entire post when I attempted to correct a spelling mistake. I don't remember it being able to do that, maybe all these changes aren't for the better.

On a lighter note I finally got the Fish and Chips I've been madly craving for the past week. Better enjoy them whilst I can seeing as global warming will make fish extinct one day. Though I imagine by the time that happens my taste buds won't be functioning and I'll be too old to eat anything that hasn't been liquidified and injected in to my blood stream.

Well I should be meeting Jen for a cosmo lunch at Uno tomorrow. We can discuss some make believe futures out loudly and give disapproving looks to families with screaming crying children allowing them to run free through the restaurant. I love pretending to be cosmo for our lunches. I would suggest we go to Dylans ~~so I can see if Dylan is there and puts his arms around me again~~ for a nice, quiet lunch but I'm feeling a bit scrappy looking this week and they are brain explodingly over priced. If they (new job people) call me for an interview tomorrow, heads will roll. It took every ounce of strength I have there just to not write 'heads will LOL'. But then I go and do it anyway.

I need to get a job soon. I still have lots of savings but I'm hesitant on spending them and I really need to do some spending.

Pwncakes.

Insomnia

2007-06-04T00:19:34Z

And so it goes, I battle another night against the wrathful god of insomnia. I really should get used to these late nights if I'm going to be getting this new job, my delicate constitution isn't used to staying up late. As soon as the moon comes out my eyes get heavy, its like a natural reaction, I'm utterly useless during the night and here I am thinking about a job that ranges from 10 pm til 4 am. Before it was hell, I mean getting up at 6 am, working all day and getting home at like half 8 in the evening, I was usually asleep by 9 and my body has gotten so used to it.

I actually made this new account in a spontaneous surge of creative desire. One more for the Archer themed life style. I'm starting to think I take my phases too seriously. I must admit, I did miss the endless memes and questionnaires one goes through when living the LJ lifestyle and I plan on living it hardcore. If I get this job I'm going to be spending many a night with internet access and a limited attention span so I'm going to need something like this to record my musings, thoughts, ~~daily kill total,~~ happy memories.

LJ has changed greatly since last we danced, I feel like a parent walking out on a child and returning a few years later to see the child has become a fully functional, newly integrated system with an easier-than-ever-before user interface and more selection and versatility in preferences. I'm slightly teary eyed.

I guess I also have more to say these days. I was rather hesitant about talking about my life in days of yore but if you can't say whats on your mind on a journal, where can you say it? Its also going to be a good excuse to pimp my AMVs and muck about with icon making, get the creative juices flowing. Its been a while since I last had a decent project to occupy me. It was easier back in college, I had a multitude of chavs around me and if I wanted a project I needed look no further than right next to my seat where one of the poor little things would be sat, pondering the spelling of their own name. If I get this job and work nights, I really need to do a course in something. I tried that japanese class but I just couldnt handle it. Now I love anime and I get on well with the people that like anime but one can only take so much of highly pretentious teeny boppers slipping the word KAWAAAIIIIIIIII~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~IIIIIII~~~~IIIII~~~~~IIII every time your heart rate thought it would be safe to drop slightly. And then there was my dear beloved friend,
~~OMG I R~~ June, who's constant outbursts and lackluster desire to learn anything restored my faith that maybe not ALL 40-something women are trite. Suffice to say, the course didn't last long for me.

Well, life goes on and I must continue to chase after it, frantically clutching its sleeve as it moves too quickly for me. Except for tonight, when nothing moves but the sound of a clock (that really need is batteries removed because the infernal machine is driving me to madness) and the god of insomnia, silently laughing at tonights misfortune.

Goodnight journal. x