I am living in a creepypasta D:

I was bored this morning and decided to have a look through the photos on my phone. I found a new photo, taken yesterday, that is kind of creeping me out.

It's of my bedside table. Shows the two piles of books with a remote and my glasses on top of them, with my DS and DS case next to them. The table reaches the very edge of the photo on the right, and on the left is part of my chest of drawers. Thankfully, my bed is not visible.

It was taken at 8.54am.

I didn't wake up till 10.30 and was alone in the house from 8.20 to 9.15.

My phone was left on the bedside table. And obviously, the photo was NOT taken from the table itself. More like floating somewhere about halfway down the length of my bed - but I need to work that out, find out whereabouts the photo was taken from.

I don't have a habit of sleepwalking. If I wake up and go back to sleep I remember it. I also habitually put my glasses on as soon as I'm awake, it's rare I get out of bed before they're on.

And to take a photo on my phone takes a bit of messing around. You have to slide it open, press the camera button on the side (or go to the camera section on the menu) and THEN choose the 'take a picture' option. It's not something you can do by accident.

I'm not sure whether I'm glad it wasn't a photo of me sleeping or I wish it had been, just so I can work out whether I've suddenly started sleep-photographing or not!

( Dear Tweedledum and Tweedledummer )
( Dear herd of Chavs )


Apparently February 27th is Asshole Day. Who knew?

I played Black & White 2 for the first time in ages today. And completely forgot everything I'd learned first time round xP I had some...unusual experience with the Creature - I picked the ape, and apparently he's not all that bright.

Me: *happily building*
Creature: I'm going to poo on that villager!
Me: Wha? NO YOU'RE NOT. *slaps him*
Creature: I'm going to poo on that house!
Me: STEP AWAY FROM THE HOUSE. *slaps again*
Creature: I'm going to eat this poo!
Me: Fine, eat your own poo. Idiotic thing.

Me: *orders Creature to fight enemy platoon*
Creature: *kills them all, picks one up and apparently eats it*
Me: Okay, just don't try that with my villagers.
Creature: *poos on dead army*
Me: ...Really, was that necessary?

Creature: I'm going to play with that villager! *Throws villager halfway across the village*
Me: WHAT NO. *picks up villager. Villager is most definitely dead*
Creature: I'm going to play with that villager!
Me: No you're sodding not! *orders Creature to go build, out of everyone's way*

I think I may have to put some time into training this thing. Preferably before it destroys my village. I thought the Creature was supposed to defend against the enemy Norse? It's killed more than any of the Norse attacks, just by playing!

I promised London photos, and here they are.
( [Insert bad London pun/reference here] )

And now I leave you with another Night Big Ben:

...count yourselves lucky, if there'd been any decent pictures of me in there, you'd have got one of those instead. As it is, I'm either smiling weirdly due to stingy lips, not smiling at all and as a result looking sulky, or the single palest thing you have ever seen. Yeurk.

I'm really really bored yet too lazy to do a real post so you're getting the bulletpoint rundown of the last almost-a-week :)

• Exam went surprisingly well. 4 sections: two were good, one was passable, the last was awful. But 90% of us have already passed so the exam's almost worthless :)

• London trip: expect a post soon, complete with pictures - assuming Boy ever sends me them. It involved a lot of walking, the Natural History museum, an attack of vertigo on the London Eye, meeting a LOT of Italians, and a weird journey home.

• Friend's birthday yesterday. Met some fun art students and a cool art tutor. Got slightly drunk and explained in great detail about just why I hate the Boy's best friend. She pisses me off in a lot of ways, and she dislikes me for being 'opinionated' - meaning I find it easier to be open about my dislike than pretend to like her. I ignore her as much as I can now, for The Boy's sake :)

• I was responsible for once and got yelled at for my troubles. The day before, I told my parents I was going out last night. I said the Boy was coming round for tea beforehand so they knew to buy some food. I gave a time I'd be home and where I'd be. When I left, I left a note on the fridge saying when I'd be home. I knew they'd be going to bed early cos of work so I took a key. And it goes without saying I had my phone with me. Cue an angry phone call at 11.45pm that if I were to type out would mostly consist of apologies, CAPS OF RAGE, and the definite sense that my mother is going senile.

• My checkbook has vanished. I owe Boy money for the London trip - basically, he paid for stuff like hotel and tickets, I paid for food, and I promised to pay him back for the tickets and crap when we got home. I go looking for my checkbook so I can get it out of the way...and it is nowhere to be found. I keep all my bank crap in one place, so I can't think where it's gone.

• Uni starts on Thursday, with a three hour lecture starting at 9am. Ugh. It's a good thing the presentations are online, because I can see myself sleeping through that one every week. My timetable's actually pretty good, all things considered. 3 hours every other Monday, apart from one where there's 6 hours and three more when there are field trips. Three hours on Thursday mornings. Two hours every other Friday morning and three hours every Friday afternoon. The lack of chemistry on this timetable helps even more!

• Finally, I'm loving the Night Watch trilogy, by Sergei Lukyanenko. I read The Night Watch before Christmas and I'm reading The Day Watch now. I think I like the Night Watch characters better, so far.

Ughhhh, I hate chemistry.

Apparently failing it once at college wasn't enough for uni, they need their own proof that chemistry and me don't particularly get along.

I can do structure and bonding fairly well...and balancing equations and half equations and crap. It's just these stupid Organic and Analytical Chemistry bits. One is a metric ton of maths pretending to be chemistry, the other is...well, my main memories of the module are of reading Dracula under the desk, doodling on my notes, and drinking far too much Vending Machine Tea. Oops.

The mostly-maths equations are my downfall. No matter how hard I try, they won't stay straight in my head. Even the simple ones get mixed up. And this is the basic, first year of A-Level stuff. God help me if I ever have to do anything more advanced!

Eh. If I expect the worst anything else is a bonus. Hopefully my almost-certain failure at this exam will be offset by my slightly better assignment and practical grades.

Can't I just skip straight to being a real biology student? Or at least to Thursday night, when my exam is done with and I'm on my way to London?

My brother is an idiot.

He punched a kid on Monday and got sent home from school. He spent Monday afternoon and all of Tuesday whining and complaining about how it's not fair that he's grounded and how 'it was a soft punch anyway, the kid's just a fanny'. Today my parents had a meeting with school about him.

The kid he punched had to have five stitches. So much for 'it was a soft punch'.

We also found out the story behind WHY he punched him. Somebody told my brother that this kid was going to hit his friend, Ben. So he got in there first. But the kid's a perfect angel, apparently. He avoids trouble as much as he can, which is hard for him to do considering he's had a gang (including my brother's friend Ben) tormenting him so badly he can't go out at lunchtimes and has to be escorted home.

Idiot's on his last warning. One more fight, one more tantrum at a teacher, hell, even if one of his friends hits this kid again and says he's doing it for my brother, and he's out of that school. He's got a year and a half left...I don't think he'll make it.

A strange coincidence is that I was reminded of a friend from school, Corey. He basically was the victim in the above story. He ended up moving schools after somebody broke his jaw and got off with three days suspension. I haven't heard from him in a while...till today. He's added me on myspace. And he has completely changed from the sweet, slightly geeky Scottish boy I knew. He is now a Jeffree Star-loving screaming scene kid who lives in hostels because (according to his myspace) 'mommy is in Scotland and daddy tried to kill me'.

Wow.

People are weird. 

I was in town with the Boy earlier, trying to decide where to go eat when I felt something tug at my hair a couple of times. I turned round, and a small elderly man, probably late 70s, grinned at me and said 'You've got nice hair' before wandering off.

What.

Paperwork's done, just need to photocopy some crap and write a letter explaining 'um, you wanted the financial notification, but my copy of that's wrong by about £1500, they corrected it on the payment schedule but you won't accept the schedule, so I'm sending them both with this letter explaining the issue and crossing my fingers.'

Boyfriend drama's fixed too. No anger involved, just some upset. And since he did mean well by it, and it turns out there were a couple of other reasons for him to stay (lack of preparation such as finance and somewhere to live, for example) other than just him being clingy about me, and he's promised to not lie like that again (I know what I sound like. Apparently I'm too trusting for my own good. Ah well. Need to make some mistakes sometime, don't I? If that's now - and it might not be - then I'll take whatever comes, knowing I deserve it), we're back to normal. Good, I didn't like last night.


On a slightly different note, I think I may be broken. Upon seeing an icon of a shirtless Dean Winchester, my first thought is about how much I want to find my replica of his amulet that I lost a few months back.

So in my head, weird little necklace >>>> hot naked man. Wut.

Needed to go to doctor's this afternoon, for a repeat prescription and to find out WTH is going on with the rash on my arm. Went in, got the repeat and a prescription for the rash. Went over the road to the chemist and it all went a bit wonky.

Usually, my prescriptions are free. Last time, I was 18-or-under and in fulltime education. Therefore: free. But in the three months since last time I went, I turned 19. I didn't know if I still qualified, or if I still could get it free for different reasons, or if I had to pay. The girl gave me a form to fill out and the NHS should be able to tell me what I can do. I don't mind paying, it's not like it's something I have to do very often. £7.10 every three months is nothing, really. It's just a bit annoying when I'm not expecting it and have exactly 20p on me. Good thing The Boy came with me and had some money on him.

So now I have to dig out proof that the LEA's given me money, and all kinds of other crap. I hate paperwork.


Also: my boyfriend's being lying to me for the last....oh, eight or so months. He told everyone the reason he wasn't off to university was because the course had been cancelled due to the tutor dying, but he'd been offered a place next year instead. What actually happened is he didn't want to leave me so he deferred a year to stay here and make sure I didn't screw up as badly as he did.

I think I'm annoyed about this. About the lying, and about the reason. I don't really like being the reason he put his life on hold for a year. I also feel stupid for falling for it - what kind of university would cancel an ENTIRE course because they're down one tutor? It's cybernetics, not exactly the most advanced and exclusive of subjects. Gah. I'm kind of glad he told me, because at least he's not lying anymore. Doesn't change the fact that he did lie, though, and that's why I kind of wish he'd never mentioned it.

He's on MSN now, wanting to talk about it. Funnn.

 This made me laugh a bit when I found it in Woolworths this afternoon.

I'm not a fan of Doctor Who, but I know a bit about it. I can name a few of the former Doctors, a few companions, and a few villains (but honestly, who doesn't know the Daleks?). And I *think* Cassandra is the last living human or something...a human skin stretched across a frame, with a face in the centre.

Meet Cassandra's action figure.

Okay, fair enough there. I can see fans wanting that.

BUT WAIT.

Meet the Destroyed Cassandra action figure.

That is something special. I would honestly love to be the guy who came up with that one.

'We've done all the Doctors, all the companions worth mentioning, all the villains. What else can we make action figures of?'
'Sir, how about we just pop this bit of pink plastic out of the Cassandra figure, throw these little claw pieces away, and sell it as Cassandra post-Who?'
'...GENIUS!'

Woolworths is full of amazing items like this right now. I found a Bart Simpson costume that, if you somehow remove the shorts, could probably double as Winnie the Pooh XD

It might be a little late now, but my internet's been playing up.

Happy new year! And here's to 2009 sucking less than 2008.


Now, I should go pick up the confetti I dropped all over my floor at 2am.

Still limping.

At least it happened at a time when I don't have to go out much? It'd have been a massive pain getting around uni like this....not to mention Conrad and Co would have noticed and found it funny.

There's a short story behind Conrad and Co, I'm just too lazy to explain it now.

Went to the meal. Nobody laughed at the limp, thankfully. Although The Boy made some unnecessary (as far as I'm concerned) comments regarding my similarity to Herr Flick from Allo Allo.

Remember the Secret Santa fiasco? Well, it paid off. I ended up getting Rude and got him a Killers t-shirt. He opened it, said something along the lines of 'Oh wow, oh wow, I love you!' and ran round the table to hug me, then put it on over his smart shirt. I've been grinning whenever I've thought of it since. Glad he liked it :D

My Secret Santa, AKA Tara, got me a t-shirt too. It's a little bit scene, but I think I'll be able to pull it off despite that. It's not skin tight, for a start.

I currently smell like Lush, because I got another friend a present from there, and a few people got me stuff from there too. It's the perfect Christmas present shop - everything's a little too expensive to get for everyday use, but you can easily spend a tenner at Christmas and get somebody a few bath ballistics or shower jelly and they're almost guaranteed to love it. I only say 'almost' because I know of three people allergic to assorted ingredients - Boy to something that was in a gold glittery bath bomb, me to rosemary (it turns up surprisingly often...usually in shampoo bars from what I've gathered) and Boy's sister to something that may or may not be apple.

Mum told me to stick the Lush stuff under the tree now, see if it makes the room smell nicer.

And now it's 2am so off to bed I go.

Leg still hurts. I wonder what I did?

Could be fun later, I'm going for a meal out with friends. I'll be hobbling around, I guess. Oh well, there are plenty of people there, some of whom owe me. If it comes to it, they can carry me ;]

My leg, it has gone on strike D:

I don't know what I did, but this afternoon my leg suddenly started hurting, from my hip to just above my knee, and it can barely hold any weight. The Boy very kindly offered a massage, which to be honest felt like he was stabbing a bruise, and that did nothing. A nice long bath complete with Lush's Vanilla Fountain bath ballistic also did nothing. Sitting still for several hours, whilst not expected to help, did nothing.

So I'm currently moving by way of a weird kind of shuffle-drag-hop movement. And I discovered that moving faster may not stop it hurting, but the pain is quicker. The longer my foot is on the ground, the longer it hurts, obviously. Also, shifting my weight so I'm walking practically tiptoe seems to help a little.

I look hilarious when I'm trying to get about, believe me.

I heard Fairytale of New York for the first time this year today.

It is now officially Christmas.

Around six weeks ago, my nana discovered she had a pretty huge ovarian cyst. The current diameter is about 20cm.

Two weeks ago, after several weeks of doctor visits, checkups, and the scheduling of surgery in January, she collapsed.

She has spent the last two weeks on the heart ward of our local infirmary. She's constantly out of breath, and lately has had to use a wheelchair just to move around at all.

Today they discovered kidney problems.

Her list of medication consists of many of the things my other grandmother was taking in the 5 years prior to her death.

They have bumped up the surgery, and when the cyst is removed they'll be doing tests to find out if it's cancerous.


My current state of mind: Oh fuck I can't do this again.

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

Some Days Go By, I Wish I Was Famous

I wish I coulda met you
Why should my fun have to end?
In some respects I suspect you’ve got a respectable side
I heard you crying loud
I’m the kinda girl that hangs with the guys

And so here we are all alone
Sort of wonder why no one said a word
When the moon fell in love with the sun
Earth, sky, day, night, sound and silence, dark and light
You had us almost believing we were good enough for no one 

After school walking home
I’ll be there
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
Oh, how it’s been so long
You’re always ahead of the game 

Round round baby, round round
Please mom, you ground me all the time
Skip town, slow down, push it to the east coast
Momma please stop crying
She works at Hot Topic, his heart’s microscopic

Yes, I have weird taste in music. Yes, this took me ages because every time I pressed Shuffle it came up with an instrumental. Yes, some Disney snuck in somehow.

Sigh.

I just found out I'm allergic to rosemary. I suspected it, but I wasn't certain. Reacted once before, but it could have been one of three things. Today proved it was rosemary.

And I don't think it's something that's often marked on food. I might start carrying antihistamines now, just in case. It's not a serious allergy, just a bit of soreness, swelling, and redness, but it's annoying anyway. At least I'll be able to stop the visible parts.

I suppose it could be worse. I could be like Louie and be deathly allergic to most things - all his friends have learned how to use his epipen, just in  case, but he's gotten good at avoiding his allergens, even when they're desperately trying to use him as a cushion (Kittens. Cute but near-deadly in Louie's case). A rosemary allergy and a plaster adhesive allergy aren't too bad really.

Still, damn.