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

( Stuuuuufffff )

Right, so...
( Furmeet stuff )

Also: Well done to Kitt and Shirik for getting married and not accidentally summoning an elder God or something. You never know. Big official religious ceremony... lots of people around... you say the wrong words and BAM! Cthulhu.

Also also: Nicky, I have a Star Trek fan novel that I think you'd appreciate because it's about people from lots of species overcoming their differences and living in peace and harmony and having kids with each other. There's, like, a Klingon with two half-human sons (one of which seems to want to be Vulcan) and an Orion wife who talks to him via communicator when she wants to ask him a favour, just so that she can be sure he's agreeing because he loves and trusts her and not because of her pheromones. How adorable is that?

My furmeet was brilliant. Three furs came down from Plymouth - Roo, Tiercel and Sheps - and Blue, Makari, Mika and Spreebok (formerly Drox) were there as well, so we had a fair few people. We didn't get up to much other than sitting in Cathedral Green and talking, but they are all awesome people, so the conversation was great. We also went into Ann Summers and inspected their vibrators, as you do. Tiercel bought me food. I like him; he and Roo are very silly.

Last night's drinking was fun. I think. Can't remember much.

Six hour shift at work tomorrow. Argh. But then I'm free for a bit. Will probably do some homework next week.

Tier and Roo want to arrange a beach barbecue tent orgy party when everyone has money. They're my kind of dudes. Also, I might get to go to a London meet because Tier plans to drive there sometime.

Oh, and I got my sister's tail off of Roo and drew him art in return. So I've had a good weekend ^^

Ignore the deleted entry if it showed up, I was just checking whether this worked (I was asked for a transparent background and had never done one before.)
This will be a post about my weekend. By "weekend" I mean last Thursday to yesterday (Tuesday) - rather long for a weekend, but rats are fun-loving types.

( There's a lot back here )

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! )

Firstly, woo snow. I stepped out of the English office after handing my essay in, thought "ooh, it's snowing. That's pretty" and took a picture with my phone because I didn't think it would settle. On the way home, it did settle - all over me as well as the ground and the cars and such.
( Bristol furmeet. Not snow related. Apart from complainy bits about circulation problems. )

And that's all, folks. No wait. I forgot to shove the stuff I wrote on fictionpress. Will do it now and linkify you.

The story I shouldn't be referring to as "Alzheimer's Man" (the title I actually gave it: Forgotten.)

The Reputation poem. I don't like it, but I was forced to write it. Called Mirror because of the juxtaposition as well as the actual mirror. Ahaha, how pretentious of me.

And that's really all, folks.

As I said in response to benji 's post... this is what Christmas means to me:

-drinking lots of wine with my Mum
-spending time with my sister (and drawing her a picture for Christmas coz I cant afford a present)
-pub meal with my friends and secret santa
-cold walks with my dog
-spoiling my cat because no-one else will
-getting my work done before uni starts again

Incidentally, I'm back at home. And (thanks to hackferret - many hugs and gratitude) I have a laptop again. It is called Roadkill and runs Ubuntu.

So I was searching for my usual Firefox icons and I found one called Morning Coffee, which opens all the bookmarks you save on it in new tabs when you ask it to. This sounded very useful, so I downloaded it - and then I found out that you can also tell it which days of the week you want it to open each bookmark. Perfect for keeping up with webcomics.

Kitchen adventures with kitty_cross :
( Culinary excellence, the Adcock way )

I just saw a kitty with the fluffiest tail ever ^^

( Pyromanic Misadventures )

Side note: I've started leaving the G and H out of "Fucking Hell" - I sound like a chav and I have no idea where I got it from. Fuckin' 'ell.

And another thing... I found a site where you can make these:




Hee hee hee hee.

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?

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.

Thorntons has my CV and I have to hand in an application to Costa Coffee - hope I get the job in Thorntons.
My room is so cold that I had to buy an electric blanket instead of freezing during the night.
Last night I went to a foam party and it was awesome.
Tomorrow I'm getting another tattoo, so I'll take a picture with my webcam and put it somewhere for you to gaze upon.

Now on to The List. This has been promised to my Nailsea friends since the day before I moved back to Exeter. The idea is that this is a sexual checklist, and once completed you've pretty much done everything there is to do. Notice that it's pretty much in order from tame to hardcore, and "had children" is just above "necrophilia."
Put things you've done in bold and itallicise things that you'd never do. Feel free to tell a tale, but try not to inflict TMI on your poor readers. If you can think of something that should have been put on the list, I'll add it. If you don't know what something is, Wikipedia it.

( The List )


All I'm gonna say by way of elaboration is HAT TRICK ON THE THREESOMES! HIGH FIVE!

Now I want everyone to fill out the checklist. Yes, that means you. And please give me credit for it, you ungrateful wretches.

Updated: Sun 14th Dec (for sex toys, bondage and... go check the list and you'll find the other thing)

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 has writ a story.

Read it and tell me what you think. Also, it's awfully rainy today, isn't it? I missed my Mum's e-mail telling me to bring the washing in because I was downstairs, trying to coax the cat out from under a bush where she was huddling in fear of what was quickly becoming a flood. And then I was busy trying to dry her off before she covered my bed in Wet Kitty.

I really really am getting my scanner out tomorrow, I promise. Because I like the stuff I've been drawing.

Interesting note: my skin is slowly turning yellow. I'm on a mission to eat fruit and veg. Will update here. Today I murdered a helpless plum (which I had to eat outside because they are squelchy). More fruit adventures coming soon.

Oh, I should probably tell you about my stalker.

( It's not that interesting, really... )
Rarr. Anyway. Read my story and comment. Bitch.

Bugger. I just lost The Game.

Edit: I relation to this post, I show you this picture and say I Told You So. There Is Chemistry. They Are So Totally Doing It.

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.

I probably shouldn't find this funny, but...

The guy who was injured in the explosions yesterday turned out to be a schizophrenic who was recently converted to Islam. He has the mental age of a 10 year old and is easily led. The bombs went off by accident while he was in the toilet (I think he was supposed to be a suicide bomber), so no one was hurt.

Here's the news article.

And you have to love the internet - I joined a Facebook group called "The Exeter Bomber : Probably The Worst Terrorist In the World" which already has 500 members.

Also, if you love the Muppets, you should watch this Youtube video.

I thought I'd have loads of computer time to myself now that I'm back in Exeter, but I've been spending all of my time having fun, which was not at all what I expected. But not a bad thing.

On the second day, me and Matt went to Argos and bought water guns. We have used them to soak each other, Greg, Simon, Johnny and Twig (the latter three didn't know we were going to greet them with water guns after their long journey to Exeter). The plan is to have a water fight at least once a day, but we kind of failed today because of this reason:

This morning I was woken up at half 8 by Matt poking me in the eye and saying "look out the window!"
An hour later I was running around outside in my yellow-and-black-bumblebee-hat shouting "SNOW YAY YAY YAY!"

So it was a little too cold for water fights, even after the snow melted, and despite our shivering, frost-bitten attempt that ended in "please throw the bucket of water over me tomorrow, when it's warmer."

We also have food colouring. Yesterday, me and Matt went to Rowancroft (where Greg lives) for roast dinner. This ended in red gravy and me & Greg looking like vampires. Also, the chicken looked like it had spurted blood all over the place. Hooray.

The other fun thing we've been doing is making t-shirts. Here is the one I made for myself - I've also done one for Matt and planned one for Greg (but she's being rubbish and hasn't finished mine yet).

Tomorrow we're probably going swimming. Hopefully I'll be allowed to sleep in past 10 without being poked in the eye. 'Night.

I'm back in Exeter. Graham and Nicky are fully aware of this, but I thought I'd mention it for anyone who didn't know. Also, my cat has been a constant presence in my room for the past two weeks. I gave up on trying to keep her out at night when she figured out that if she scratches as the door and meows like something's after her, I can't stand it and have to let her in.
What's she gonna do now? Probably go back to sitting on the computer mouse so that people are forced to give her attention. She gets bossy when she misses me. I wish I could bring her to Exeter with me - she's at the age where all she'd need is a litter tray and food bowl in my room (that's all she leaves my room at home for). She could sleep the rest of the time.

When I got back to my flat, I learned that Matt and Greg had dyed their milk red so that John doesn't drink it. Tomorrow we are going to buy white t-shirts and fabric pens and design our own t-shirts. And I will go food shopping because all I have is chips.