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?

Rob is totally revelling in being a cripple. I grabbed on of his sticks just now and he said "That's like downloading a virus onto Steven Hawkins' voice computer." He finally has a reason to be discriminated against and he's loving it.


I've been talking to an American woman on MSN quite a lot recently. We're fanfiction-writing partners in crime. She writes a bit, I write a bit, we discuss it a lot in between writing and when the chapter's finished, we edit it a couple of times each and it's surprisingly smooth. But we also talk about random (mostly fandom-related) stuff until the wee hours of the morning. Here's one of our conversations:

( Read more... )



And now for the reason I started this entry in the first place...

Someone started a "kissing in the rain" fanfic challenge, and I wrote this:



( Ficcage )

LOL.


My plan to avoid contagion is to stay away from Mexico.

Here's a thing I stole from yksi87 :

Take a look at your LJ friends list, then list up to five things you want to say to five different LJ friends. DO NOT state who these people are. DO NOT confirm or deny any “comment speculation.”.

1. I don't mind your crazy. I think it makes you much more interesting than any of those boring sisters I could have had, and I quite like having someone to worry about.

2. It ought to be weird that we're living together next year, but I feel comfortable with it. I guess it just goes to show that we're not shallow people.

3. You're a big enough part of my Exeter university life that you'll leave a hole when you graduate. I'll have to find several people to fill the space, because I don't think I could replace you with a new best friend.

4. What the fuck do you think you're doing? Stop being American. Come live in my country again, so that we can have adventures.

5. Seeing you and a certain other person together makes me smile. Thank you for existing to be her soulmate. Also, I think you're a strong and amazing person, but you already knew 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! )

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 )

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.

I take back what I said about being better off not living with Simon. Last night we stayed up watching X Files, cooking all of my sausages and making sure Loren wasn't getting raped by the drunk guys from J3 that got into our flat.
Then this morning (OK, about 2 in the afternoon), he woke me up to say goodbye and I grabbed him and pulled him into a suffocating hug.
We're just getting to the point where we're OK and now we're not going to see each other for ages. And we'll never live together again.

But I have his Tetris game. Maybe I can use it to force him to socialise with me.

Also, I'll never take back what I said about never wanting to live with Tom again.

Fiona left today as well. That's 2 of my favourite people gone. We went to the Ram this morning for a farewell drink and then I helped her pack (OK, so I stood there and let her take out her stress on me). And we drank tea. No one else drinks tea with me.

Then there's the Americans - I already said goodbye to Griffin, who left yesterday and I'll hopefully see Ken tonight coz he leaves early tomorrow morning. I've stolen a lot of his stuff as he can only take a limited amount home with him. I guess that means I'll be reminded of him whenever I wear his t-shirt. I think since I won't see him for years (or maybe never again), he's the one I'll miss most.

Damn it, why can't things be like this forever? The only good thing I can see about living in a house with 2 other people is that I'll have a double bed. Plus, the post will be delivered to our door instead of the porter's lodge.
But that's it.

Oh yeah, and for anyone that's interested, I'm coming home Friday evening.

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.

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.

Nicky was complaining that no one on her friends list was updating, so I promised I'd write this after coming back from the pub. I love my friends - Lucy got hold of my phone and ended up setting up a molestation group with Nicky (for people who like to molest me), Kat and Dalby synchronised their bladders as usual and made it look like they were having an affair by going to the toilet at the same time, Dalby made me flirt with his girlfriend via text message to see whether she'd cheat on him and Bex claimed that she was married to me - to which I pointed out that we'd been married for 6 years.

In the past few days I have mostly been sitting at home playing Kingdom Hearts II. I'm so bored that I'm trying to get 100% completion so that I can view the secret hidden bonus ending which you can find on YouTube anyway. This involves mindlessly killing the bad guys over and over to level up and collect the items that they drop.

I have also been reading this webcomic, which is called Scary Go Round and is very excellent. Tomorrow is Easter which means chocolate, so I expect I'll never sleep again due to hyperness. Perhaps I should set up a trap for the scary bunny who goes around peoples' houses leaving cavity-inducing eggs, but I suspect that the troll under my bed will eat it. This will also mean that I get everyone else's eggs. I wonder whether the Easter Bunny has a sack that's infinitely big on the inside, like Father Christmas, Mary Poppins and Dr Who. I will question it with Chinese water torture in order to ascertain whether this is true.

I have yet to write the blasphemous fanfiction that will get me sent to hell (some of you know what I'm talking about). Maybe tomorrow.

For those who are baffled at my Facebook status... it happened like this.

(Nat is sitting in her room, reading John Dies At The End, which I still totally think you should read. There is a knock on the door.)
Nat: Come in
(Matt opens the door and beckons for Nat to follow. He leads her to his room and gestures at the computer.)
Matt: Choose some pictures to print out
(Nat thinks this is a perfectly normal thing for him to offer because he's been printing out photos for people and putting them on the notice board in the kitchen. She selects some photos and moves them over to the memory card. Tom enters the room.)
Matt: OK?
Tom: Yeah.
(Nat finishes with the photos and heads back to her room, vaguely wondering why Matt and Tom are following her. She opens the door. There is a big lump to her left with a towel over it.)
Nat: What?
Tom: *giggles like the dumb twelve year old girl that he is*
(Nat removes the towels. There is a fucking huge tree trunk in her room.)
Nat:.............................................................................................????????????
Tom: (Immensely pleased with himself) It took three of us to carry it up the stairs.
Nat: I love you guys. What the fuck am I going to do with it?

Over the next couple of hours, everyone visited my room to see Stumpy. Larissa came to see me today and when I answered the door I told her "I think I should warn you that when I say my room's a mess, I mean that there's a tree in my room."

It comes up to my waist and ends in five sawn-off branch stumps. I still have no idea what to do with it. Maybe turn it into a table?

Edit: The tree is gone now, but here's a picture of Errol and his puppy slave playing with it:

I'm not going into detail about last night. All I'm going to say is that playing drinking games with red wine from a mug results in a broken mug and purple vomit. At least I got it in the toilet this time.

So... this morning Tom and Paul decided to wrap Hannah up in sellotape, tie her to a chair and put the chair on the table next to the window (with help from me and Fiona) so that passers by could see her. Then they timed how long it took for her to escape and taunted her by putting food just out of reach.

I made brownies. I'm hoping that if I give the biggest one to Simon, he'll forgive me for how I behaved last night. The annoying thing is, he's probably already forgiven me because he's such a nice person. I hate it when he does that.

Last night I went on a Mighty Boosh pub crawl dressed as a panda (from the episode in Season 1 with Charlie the bubblegum monster). We had some great costumes - Johnny came dressed as Rudy ("you have passed the Ball Test. Most people would have sucked my balls..."), Lewis was dressed as Tommy (the guy with a head made of cheese - he taped a bunch of sponges to a hat and did the "cheese is a kind of meat" dance) and Simon was Black Frost (he made that red crotch thing out of paper and sellotaped it around his waist, so was it any wonder that the evening ended with me dancing down the street holding a long piece of sellotape with the crotch thing attached to the end singing "Penis kite! Penis kite!")
I'm sorry if you've never watched The Mighty Boosh and cannot appreciate its wonders. The funny thing is, I kept getting asked for ID because for some reason I looked about 12 in the panda costume... but the picture of me in my Passport looks nothing like a panda, so how was that supposed to be useful? I could've been using my older sister's ID (if I had an older sister... you know what I mean.)

Now for a review of my New Years resolutions.

1. I resolve to actually read the books for my English course - Oops. I've read some of them...

2. I resolve to eat proper food, including meat and at least some fruit - Well, I've been buying meat and fruit, but I am anorexically thin again, so I guess I'm not eating enough. I shall double my efforts.

3. I resolve to tidy my room and not let my desk get into such a mess again - Um. Just don't ask me where any of my notes for this Semester are. Or that army of Velociraptors that invaded last week...

4. I resolve to finally get that tattoo I've been talking about - Done! Yay.

5. I resolve to pick up a pencil and draw more often - Haven't been doing this recently.

6. I resolve to put more pictures of boys/girls kissing on my livejournal - Um...

7. I resolve to quit my job as an interstellar spy and settle down with that cute alien girl - You know I could never settle down. And I'm addicted to the thrill of the job. Maybe next year.

8. I resolve to steal Christmas - Plan "Grinch" is underway. Watch out Christmas, here I come.

9. I resolve to set free the Twi'lek slave girl I have chained to my bed (by November at least) - Meh. I've still got time.

10. I resolve to make even more references to the Hitchhiker's Guide than even before. - Still making references, but I wouldn't say they've increased. Sorry.

So... in conclusion, I'm not doing too well. I hope you didn't expect too much of me.

Firstly, I'm reading this weird online story (which has recently been published as a book, but I don't see why anyone would buy it because it's still free online.) This is what got me into it:

( Clicky clicky )

It's called John Dies At The End. If you want to read more, here's the link to the website. Just bear in mind that it's a novel length story.

Anywho. Every year, Exeter Sci Fi society hosts a convention on the first weekend of March that no one knows about because it gets no publicity. Which is a shame because it's really cool. We had a couple of authors (one of which has written Dr Who novels) speaking, a PhD student who's writing her thesis on feminism in science fiction, discussions about which sci fi premises would not work in real life (answers included the Star Trek idea that people would no longer need money and would instead strive to "better themselves" - we were unanimous in our agreement that people would just sit around eating Replicator pizza and interacting with porn in Holosuites) and the Cryptozoologist who was telling us about his recent expedition to investigate giant anacondas, a bigfoot-like thingy and little men with red faces who take offering of tobacco and then run away. Also, we were allowed to order t-shirts with the quote of our choice. Mine says "Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast". There were three different quotes from the episode of Dr Who with the weeping angels and Graham's t-shirt was my favourite as it said "You can use a condom for that".

Ooh - super amazing scary news! There was a massive huge storm the other night and a tree was blown down outside Lafrowda - right outside my window. If I look out of my window I can see the pile of logs that is all that remains of the trunk that was obstructing the path outside J block. I'm actually living in the closest bedroom to the tree and it fell just short of my window. How cool is that?

Now Griffin is coming over to tell me about his Magical Dating Adventure. Hooray!