Once again I have become rubbish at updating, so here's some stuff that's been happening:

( Stuuuuufffff )

So this is probably the most hilarious moment of my life:

A few days ago Rob finished his exams. As you can probably guess, the first thing he did was chug a big ol' bottle of vodka and get silly. So he was in the living room, saying hello to me, which involved high fiving me so hard that my palm began to sting... anyway, he was in the living room and Matt walked in.

Matt said three words: "Rob. Bathroom window."

The next thing I know, Rob has toodled off to the bathroom, Matt is watching out of the window in the hallway and I'm covering my eyes and whimpering "I refuse to watch him die!"

Within ten seconds, Rob had jumped out of the second floor bathroom window. Matt shouted "Oh God, he's hit a car!" and I was really, really convinced that he'd actually managed to kill himself, this time. And then there's a sound n the stairs and Rob is dragging himself back up and complaining about how much it "fucking hurt!"

He's been walking around on crutches. Matt had to push him around Sainsburys in a wheelchair, and if they'd gone half an hour earlier I could have pointed and laughed from the chekout. Rob has taken the official line "I fell down the stairs while completely sober" because his sister's staying for a week and she neither drinks nor understands drunken behaviour.

But, oh guys. The silly look on Rob's face when he decided that jumping out of the bathroom window was the best idea he'd ever had. So precious.

I've been very productive today. First I drew This Kingdom Hearts II fanart which shows my Nobody (Taenixla) back to back and holding hands with her Other (which is me, obviously.)
My weapon is a pencil. Because I'm cool.

And the other thing I've done today is write Stargate Atlantis fanfiction. The prompt was "Drunk/Alcohol" and so I drew on my experience of drinking games and what usually happens.



( Click for fanfic )

Dekaff and I have had the best idea ever.
For anyone who doesn't know who Dekaff is, she's a friend of my sister's who lives in Gibraltar and I haven't actually met her. She was at the same school for crazy-awesome types that my sister went to, but this was three or four years ago, although they're still very close on MSN and I've also become close to Dekaff through MSN and on DeviantART. We've drawn each pictures for each other and we often talk about drugs, alcohol and crazy fun times.

( This is our awesome idea. )
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Yesterday and today were my first proper shifts on the checkout. Once you get into the swing of things, it's actually very easy, unless someone does something unimaginably strange like hand you a coupon O_o
Plus I was on the 10-items-or-less checkout today, so people had bitesize amounts of shopping. And fewer screaming kids.

Tomorrow is my furmeet what I arranged all by me onesies. I'm also planning to have lots of people over tonight for drinks and debauchery. Rune is visiting Shirik because she and Kitt needed a slave to help them move house, and hopefully Avalanche made it to Exeter as well. Makari and Blue have Mika visiting, Yksi has Rhosyn and Cloakable is also in Exeter for a few days.

I want to get drunk.

This is a movie you should see: The Boat That Rocked.
( This is why you should see it )

I'm two days late posting about the UkFur rave, but this is the first chance I've had. I'll start with Friday then.

( Yarr, Mumblypeg! )

So here it is: a Doctor Who based drinking game. I don't know much about the first, second and seventh Doctors so I'll skip them, and I got bored with the companions as there are so many. Make up your own rules, Gorammit.
( Drink up me hearties, yo ho )

This is my first chance to post since the weekend.

Sunday: Bristol furmeet. We were sent on a pointless incredibly fun treasure hunt that led us to Wetherspoons, where I spent about an hour wondering when Bluewolf would come back with money for cider and whether it was safe to have a cigarette (he doesn't want me smoking, but I'm not the one who agreed to be his pet :p)
Managed not only to smoke a couple of cigarettes before he came back and caught me, but I also managed to scab a cigarette off someone. So I win.

Then we drunk cider.

Also, I was drawn on with permanent marker. Blue and Makari wrote on my boobs, Outcast noticed and was all like "ooh, can I draw on you?" (and she drew some awesome wings on my back) and then Blue Leader started drawing on my FACE. Which was all good. I wore a hat to campus on Monday but only because I hadn't showered yet. The face adornment came off when I showered.
It was a bumblebee hat.

Anywho, we went back to Makari's after the meet to hang out in a completely harmless and non-sexual way drink lots and lots. I left Ratto wearing my top (not just your average t-shirt, this was a lacy black strap-top) and went home in his t-shirt.

MAKARI'S BROTHER IS A SCARY CLONE. They are identical twins. Dale (the brother) is a transvestite. Therefore he looks like Makari's identical twin sister. And they have the same mannerisms and it's just fucking adorable scary.

That is all.

No wait, it isn't. My mother visited on Saturday and bought me a leather jacket. IT IS GOOD. We went to The Real McCoy to buy it and it was fucking cheap and I love it so much and I AM A VAMPIRE NOW. rarr

Gah, Yksi's keyboard is made of fail. This is what you get for having a wireless keyboard: it runs out of batteries and then when you fall asleep and your friends use your computer to update their Livejournal, they keep having to go over it and correct spelling mistakes.

And I wrote erotica on someone's LJ because she gave Yksi her password. *evil laugh*

Friday: furry rave in Bristol. Got lost because the two people who were supposed to be leading us to the venue started arguing and wandered off. Phoned someone to come rescue us and made it to the club, where I got molested by a hyperactive snow leopard wearing pink trousers.
Drank lots, danced, got back to the Youth Hostel at 3 in the morning, climbed into bed and mumbled something about being in a pirate ship. They wanted us out by 10 the next morning, so we got woken up by the other half of our group upstairs telling us that they were only serving breakfast for another 10 minutes.
But there was coffee.

Saturday: went to Bridgwater to stay with Yksi, saw the carnival (standing around in the cold and wet). Had some awesome floats. And then we went back to her house farm and had fireworks, a bonfire and enough barbecue food to feed an army.
One o clock in the morning: was persuaded to jump into be thrown into the pool. See Facebook for a video. When I got out Yksi's Dad gave me cider to warm me up. He is my friend.

And got home yesterday fucking tired, got ready for bed and was about to go to sleep when Matt came in, said something about it being nice to know when people were home and then hung around for ages telling me things I didn't care about while I got closer to actully passing out.
I think he's quietly pissed off at me for various reasons, most of the revolving around the fact that me and Rob are messy and rude and disgusting. I don't think he really thought through what it would be like to live with us.

So that was my weekend. How was your weekend?

Me and Rob made a poo chart. Matt wasn't impressed. I made a column for each of us and one for guests and at the bottom I wrote "marks out of 10 and a comment please". Rob's comments are hilarious:
"9/10 - now that's what I call a ghost poo."
"2/10 - when did a wet fart become a poo? Needed a lot of wiping whatever it was."

Was in Vaults last night and got stopped by someone who had noticed my tail. It was a couple of LARPers and they wanted tails for their characters. I got the guy's phone number and I'm going to put him in touch with Ikkarub who made my tail. I love random encounters.

And then... no, can't put it where my sister can read it. Ask me.

And this morning I went to my lecture drunk (don't know why I bothered, the lecturer was the most pretentious guy ever. And he had the audacity to quote e.e.cummings and Oscar Wilde. And he said that the most exciting thing about reading a book as a child was the big ornate letter at the beginning of each chapter. I don't know about you but I was more excited by the fact that Mr Magnolia had only one boot.)
I sat at the back so that I could stretch out over 4 chairs and Not Puke. And I giggled all the way through because the things this guy was saying were ridiculous.

One more thing... I've been told by someone that I'm the best kisser they've ever kissed. This isn't the first time. A lot of you have kissed me. I want opinions - I don't have to be your best kiss ever but I want to know what you think.

Great. You all copied the meme off my Facebook but none of you filled out The List. Shame on you.

Anywho. Last Friday I went downstairs to unlock the front door for Graham and we smelled gas, so Graham phoned the gas company for us and they sent an engineer while we waited outside and froze. The engineer detected gas and peered in through the windows of the flat below us, who weren't answering their door. He discovered that they'd left the hob on. Unfortunately he didn't have the authority to enter the flat and we didn't have the landlord's number, only the number of the estate agent (and their one-person emergency phone line was asleep), so Engineer Dude had the bright idea of calling the police.
We ended up with 4 police cars outside our house and a bunch of incompetents who couldn't even knock a door down. When they finally got into the flat below us, a big whiff of gas escaped which we could smell from across the street, where we were having a conversation with the guy who lives opposite us who was being nosy.

We had an Exeter fur meet on Saturday, which turned into a piss-up, which ended with 4 people sleeping in my bed and a passed-out Makari on my floor. A few hours before that he was throwing up everywhere, and by everywhere I mean all over my hand. This did not impress me. Thankfully we were at Rhodri's at that point and his housemates had to deal with the puke. Hahaha.

Yesterday was spent in bed with a hangover. Oh, and I have Anti staying with me for a week, so he was there. We left the house in the evening to take a walk and met a singing tramp. I saw my future in his eyes and the pint glass in his hand O_o

And (this is a long entry) I have a modelling job. A rich old guy in Exmouth wants to take pictures of me, and I met up with him in Exeter on Friday so I'm pretty sure he isn't a weirdo rapist type. £35 an hour and I get copies of the photos.

Do The List, people. Also, cut through the plastic rings that hold 4-packs together so that animals don't get trapped. I've pulled apart 4 in the past 2 days, found randomly on the street. You bastards.

I'll be back in Exeter in Saturday.
I'm writing this from the main family computer because Windows won't load on my laptop. Magic Computer Man was supposed to phone today but hasnt.
Today I had lots of cider to finish off. Didn't quite manage. Will make further attempts later.

I don't know what to do without my laptop. I had to use my mobile instead of Skype and read a book instead of fanfiction.
I also don't know whether anyone reads this any more.

Firefox cut out on me yesterday when I was watching Disney songs on YouTube (right in the middle of "My Lullaby" from Lion King 2 - foxy must've been scared off by Zira.) Every time I tried to open Firefox after that, it pretended I hadn't done anything, and Safari and Explorer weren't working properly.
I finally figured out today that I could get Explorer to work by telling it that I wasn't using the university's Proxy server any more. Then I deleted Firefox from my laptop and downloaded it again using Explorer to get to the site (version 3 - shiny). Now it works.

*bangs both fists against the Internets - and not in a kinky way*

At least it remembered all my add-ons and bookmarks. *pets Firefox and gives it a treat*

Yesterday we planned to go to the Balloon Fiesta and see the pretty balloonies. That pretty much failed when the rain rain rain came down down down. But all was not lost - we had plenty of cider and the world was our oyster.
That's a pretty good analogy as I'm probably allergic to oysters.

So... hung over this morning. But last night was pretty fun. And next week (not sure when or for how long) I have the house to myself. I suggest we have a crazy-mad rave par-tay sensible gathering in which we all drink tea and make polite conversation about politics.

*clears throat*
OK. I've been drawing furry porn. You don't really want to see it, but because you secretly do, here's my Furaffinity account. But don't look at it.

PS, I have an incredibly gay banner that I made. I'm going to make a post and change the date so that it's always at the top of my journal. It's gonna be awesome.

Furry rave in Bristol last night. We were told to wear something that would show up in UV light, which resulted in everyone turning up dressed entirely in black, armed with 500 glowsticks.

Highlights of my night:

- randomly bumping into Estella, who started shrieking "my wife!" and hugging me madly

- buying a shot of Sambuca and being asked what I was drinking by Tigerfire, who then proceeded to buy 6 shots and start taking bets on which of us could down 3 shots the fastest. I won.

- Ikkarub got the DJ to play Roses are Red (the song that we keep playing each other down the phone coz it gets stuck in our heads) - he warned me first and our laugh was an evil one.

- finding a nice little alcove to curl up in while I convinced my body not to throw up.

- Tigerfire: "First one to kiss me gets a free shot" ... guess who won. *is a whore*

- sitting outside with some incredibly crazy people, laughing our heads off about God-knows what (I think it had something to do with boobs) and deciding that we would be the bi-and-lesbian table (despite the number of guys and straight girls)

- traipsing back to Theo's flat, squishing 10 of us into on his living room floor, not being able to sleep and ending up in his flatmate's room with Shadow and Ikky, discussing Pokemon. I never got to sleep that night coz when the guy threw us out, everyone else had woken up.

- and, of course, the mad glowstick dancing, but that's a given.

When I got home this morning I was awake enough to decide to stay awake for the rest of the day. Lasted long enough to rename my siblings Uggin and Muggin (Jack is Uggin by request, which makes Bob Muggin) - I then took a nice long nap, woke up and wondered which regeneration of the Doctor I was. (shrug)

I've had this journal for a little over a year, and my first year of uni is over, so I thought I'd do a summary type thing. You could copy me and turn it into the most popular meme on the internet... or not...

So. In the past year I have:

One further note - in relation to my 7th new year's resolution, there's a picture of The Doctor and The human-Doctor that I'm trying to get hold of. It's in a friends-locked journal.
Edit: I still don't have it but I did find this.

And in relation to my 6th new year's resolution, if I can be bothered to get my scanner out you can see what I've been drawing. (This includes a silly picture of The Doctor hugging a reluctant Master. And the TARDIS in the background.)

My room is full of stuff right now. Basically, I was here for a week and my brother was on a school trip in France, so all my stuff went in his room. The day before I went to Brighton for a week, I shoved everything in my room so that it wasn't in Jack's room when he came back. And now I'm back and trying to share a room with 8 years worth of accumulated crap that I've managed to avoid by being at uni for a year.
Nat doesn't like tidying.

Last night was a huge fur-meet (furries know how to party) in London kind of night. Anti hasn't been allowed to drink for 6 weeks, so he was trying to make up for lost time. He kept getting people I've never met before to buy both of us drinks. I don't know how he managed it, but I gave lots of "thank you" hugs to random strangers.
Then I found some people to talk to for a while and every few minutes a hyperactive kitten (that would be Anti) turned up with a drink and told me to have half of it so that he didn't end up on the floor. This meant I had to drink them fast so that he could go away and break-dance some more.
I saw the break-dancing. There were backflips involved. I went outside to make friends with the smokers. I went back in to dance with a gay guy. I was dragged away to navigate the tube system while drunk. We ended up sleeping on a futon on some guy's living room floor. I need to look that guy up on the internet, mostly because I want to steal half the contents of his room. So many shinies...

The thing I remember the most clearly was trying to get Anti to tell me he'd had sex with David Tennant. It seemed important at the time.

Oh yes, and someone was going to find me a purple taxi and someone else was going to get me a unicorn. Both failed, but one of them was in a fursuit made to look like a wolf version of the Stig, which made up for his failure to find a purple taxi.
And we tied one guy to a metal pole (a poledancing kind of pole) and tried to sell him for £20. I don't think the guy he ended up with paid us...

I'm back home now. That was my second hungover train journey. My only consolation is that I haven't eaten enough in the past 24 hours to throw up.

DA likes me again. It's letting me upload stuffs. Hoooooray. Go check it out, bitches.

Nat's latest drunken adventure: It doesn't seem to have penetrated my mind that drinking a whole bottle of wine leads to me throwing up and then trying to fight Simon.
But this time I was dressed as Marmite. I debated painting my face black but decided it had to be done. Please look on Facebook for pictures of me and my new best friend (I can't believe someone had a Golliwog. Comic timing at its best. But did Johnny have to tag the Golliwog as "Natalie Adcock" and me as "Racism"?)

In other news... apparently there were bombs in Exeter town centre. This sounds very dramatic, doesn't it? But all it means is that we couldn't get to Iceland because the Police had cordoned off the entire town centre. Instead, I had to go to Sainsbury's - no pizza for me.

In other other news - Rob's seminar group decided to do their presentation dressed as goths. Seeing him in black eyeliner, nail varnish and my jewellery completely made my morning.

I also had a presentation to do. I'm sure our group made no valid points whatsoever, but we were hilarious. We roleplayed a Freudian therapy session as various characters from the books we were studying, played a clip from Pulp Fiction because it was vaguely relevant and our Holland Hall resident quoted things she'd heard from people who live there ("If I hadn't gotten into Holland Hall, Daddy was going to buy me a house so I'd have somewhere to live.")

Yeah. Now I'm going to watch a film about peoples' heads exploding. Why? Because it has David Hewlett in it.

OK... I haven't posted in a while and my last post was a little bit emo. In case you were worried about my state of mind... don't. It was passing angst. I'm a teenager (for one more year at least) and it's what we do.

Anyway. I'll make this part brief: I'm no longer a lesbian. I am now bisexual. Also, I have a boyfriend.

So... now I'm a 19 year old. That means I'm almost an adult (chronologically, that is. I'll never be one mentally). It also means that 2 people bought me alcohol for my birthday - whee! And me and Anna (my birthday twin) had a pub crawl last night and everyone had to by us a drink. That was fun and interesting. I ended up outside Arena with my head in Anti's (the boyfriend) lap, insisting that I was OK to go back in. And then I jumped up and was fine again. And there was dancing. And I was a pirate, as always (at least I dressed up. Simon went as Mr Coe, the university student - Coe is his surname - and was inexplicably wearing a tie around his head).

That's it. For now. Apart from this what is a gryphon furry ranting about things in a humorous manner.