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[Jul. 8th, 2009|09:09 pm] |
Is it really technically illegal for me to kidnap Dermot O'Leary? I mean, really? Surely there's a loophole somewhere. There is, right? Good, good.
Thank you all for lovely things said to the last post<3 I am very grateful. ...I really do want to kidnap Dermot O'Leary, though. |
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[Jul. 6th, 2009|12:38 pm] |
So I guess I'm sort of maybe wanting to be called Troy now. Instead of Emily. Which I hate. Despite those of you who think it's a great name. You're welcome to it, seriously.
Um. There is a story, but I hate myself too much to explain it, and I don't expect anyone to take me seriously, and I know it's a stupid name, and I don't have a middle name or surname yet (because god knows I want to get rid of those, too), and it's. pointless, and stupid, and why I am even making a fuss I have no idea, and nobody has to do it or listen to me, ever, and it's fine, and I'm going to go away now. And stop signing my posts and comments, obviously, unless I forget, which I will, because I suck.
And because I don't think I deserve to have anything that feels right, or feels better, or feels comfortable, ever, ever. And. Please don't go to any effort or anything, it's just a thing, a stupid thing, and your efforts towards remembering changes would be much better put towards other more important people with other more important identity crises and oh my god, I actually want to bury myself alive now, yay.
I hate change; I am freaking out everywhere about this. Ugh. I'm sorry, guys. I'm not even sure what I'm sorry about! but I am really, really sorry, if it helps.
Edit : for clarity's sake, it's just a change of name, in the book I found the name in (all the way back when I was nine, and mad) Troy is very much a girl. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2009|01:25 pm] |
Oh god, change, why. I god suddenly very sick of my (frankly ludicrous, and by now antique) journal style, and S2 Satin Handshake is my default on other journaling site, but oh god, change, help. Things look different. Better! But different. -_-
Ignore me, I stumbled into a surprise Punch & Judy show earlier in town and have still not recovered. Why are they still showing that thing to kids :/
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|09:24 am] |
DUDE.
I'd choose a favourite quote, but it's all so perfect. Currently I'm liking "She believes in the light-filled MAGIC of sacred sex. She wants to utilize this magic to manifest our Global Vision." but I could also easily go for "In our Love Dance, she surrenders her exquisite femininity to my powerful masculine lead and lets me FEED her with the energy she needs to be powerful and effective in ALL that she does in the world." - think they might both be beaten by "If she has been a prostitute, that is GOOD!! We can discuss it at length. I have written a book (not yet published) entitled, Resurrecting the Innocence in Prostitutes. Fascinating topic! And it's an important part of my Global Vision." though.
Dude. DUDE.
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[Jun. 21st, 2009|03:10 pm] |
This is a bit of a long and pointless entry, which is why, I suppose, I'm posting it on a Sunday. I don't know why I'm writing it and I kind of hate myself for it a lot, although I'm not sure why, exactly. I just feel like I shouldn't talk about myself, and that you've heard me talk about school enough to last you a lifetime, so you can skip the bits about school, if you want, and just focus on the bits about Ben Goldacre.
( So I've cut it, but anyway. )
I suppose I ought to write a thank-you letter to his hairdresser.
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And now I've edited the stupid mistakes out of this post, I can go and get that extra sleep I'm obviously needing. -_- Sorry. xx |
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[Jun. 19th, 2009|11:39 am] |
Last night we infected ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) adjectivemarcus with Repo!, and booklectic gave me a Father's Day cake with The Stig on it, which completely delighted me.
I'll probably spend most of today asleep, to be honest - I have no plans, and sleep is nice, and I am tired - but, man, twenty-five. Not sure how that happened. I'm sure I wasn't supposed to make it this far. ♥ Love to all of you, the people who make my life what it is. xxxx
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[Jun. 17th, 2009|05:44 pm] |
This season's Australia's Next Top Model had an episode this week where the five girls were transformed into style icons from the past. I can handle someone not knowing who Grace Jones is, but the girls chosen to be Liz Taylor and Greta Garbo had never heard of them. I despair of a lot of things today, although not only for that reason.
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[Jun. 16th, 2009|10:59 am] |
So on Saturday booklectic and I finally sorted out sitting down and watching Repo! The Genetic Opera. I am in love.
I'd like to write about what I thought, but I can't seem to actually do that about anything any more. Except the Patrick Wolf gig, but then I failed to reply to all the comments, so now I don't deserve to write anything ever again, obviously.
It's pretty good, though, for values of 'good' that include 'Anthony Stewart Head chewing the scenery' and 'Paris Hilton's face falling off' and 'everyone I have ever dated all rolled into one man'. So probably quite bad, then, objectively. But who's being objective these days?
Remember, kids : ask a GENtern if Zydrate is right for YOU. ...I want every single related poster from CafePress. Especially this one.
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[Jun. 10th, 2009|12:34 pm] |
I love Etsy for all sorts of reasons, not least the following object listing :
GOT PEAS - Green Giant Guy Clay Poker Chip REVERSIBLE Pendant w Vintage Ephemera looks like BARRY MANILOW OR PETER PAN would be good for rearview mirror AUTO DECORATION
...looks like. like. what? ...what?
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[Jun. 8th, 2009|05:07 pm] |
Here's the thing : my parents have bought a flat for me to live in*. This is a good thing, and I may talk more about it at some point in the future, but what it means is that I have to give notice on this place in two weeks' time and then they'll start showing it to people. Which, in turn, means that a) I have to pack everything in the next two weeks, so the flat doesn't look like an insane perfume shop/leopardprint wholesaler/New Romantic display stand, and b) my Estate Agents will be showing people round it while I'm still living here.
This is going to make me a crazy person, and I don't know if I'm going to be able to do anything I've said I will in the next few weeks. I'm sorry :/ (Not because I'll be too mad, just because I'll be too busy :)
I hate all of this more than I really have words for. It's probably going to be good when I'm in the flat (and my notintheseheels is moving in with me, which is definitely good) but this bit is going to be grim. I foresee a vast amount of tea being involved.
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*If it is about how lucky I am, how much money they must have, the recession, what a surprise this is given all the trouble I've caused them in life thus far, or anything tangentially related to this, I don't want to hear it and you may rest assured that they have covered these subjects in depth and will continue to do so. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2009|07:13 pm] |
I need more bhangra music in my life. It's a bit of a long shot with my flist, I know, but does anyone have any specific recommendations?
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[Jun. 6th, 2009|03:12 pm] |
When I was a kid, I wanted to change my name. I flickered around a few alternatives before, in a book, I found the one I wanted. I tried to change it back then, but no-one would listen. (My mum had got sick of the constant identity crisis by that point, I think, but, bless her, she did one year before that make me a birthday cake reading 'Happy Birthday Jenny'. Poor mum. She must have been mortified.)
Years later, it is still nagging at me. I hate my name, never thought it suited me, never let go of the name I found when I was eight, even though until recently I'd more or less forgotten where I found it or why I wanted it. But it doesn't go with my middle name, or my surname - which I also hate. It's still bothering me, though. A lot of people around me are setting in motion big change in their lives at the moment, and I'm happy for them, and of course I'm moving soon - oh, that's right, by the way, I'm moving soon, hopefully - and so I suppose my brain is looking for some way of marking it.
I'm not going to change my name; I've gone nearly 25 years - oh, that's right, by the way, I've got a birthday happening soon, but I'm not planning to do anything about it, don't worry - trying everything I could to avoid being laughed at, I'm not about to drop all that now and invite it. But.
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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|10:46 am] |
I did, in the end, make it to see Patrick Wolf yesterday. I'm really glad I did - he was, of course, transcendent, exactly as I had always thought he would be live - and I'm really, really glad I went in time to see the two acts supporting him.
( Cut for length, but if you have time do please read it, some music is very important. :) )
And now I have to try and do some work. :)
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*Usual disclaimers apply. Perhaps they put on this show specifically to tour with Patrick and the rest of the time they are quiet, reserved, staid types who stand still, play the guitar and commune with their shoes. I just doubt it, that's all. |
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[May. 31st, 2009|02:09 pm] |
Also, I am. supposed to be going to see Patrick Wolf tomorrow night, only I am too terrified to go, which is very sad. I don't know what to do about this, I am going to massacre myself with guilt if I don't go, because I spent money on a ticket and how dare I just waste money on myself like that and then not use it, but I can't. deal with the thought of going, at all, ugh god I kind of want to stab myself so the question becomes largely academic.
I used to be able to go to clubs and things on my own! Not sure what happened there, really. Want to set myself on fire. :/
Edit : booklectic saves the day once again, I shall have company pre-gig and on the way to it, which is really the only way I could manage this, I think. My friends are lovely. Thank you, friends.
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