I feel like I've been run over by a train.
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So it's like this. I know everyone gets pissed off when they see "I'm leaving (insert site name here)" journal posts, but I want to draw attention to my reason for leaving DeviantART because it's a moral issue rather than a whiny emo rant.

Someone I was watching on DeviantART posted this as their reason for leaving. I pretty much decided that I agreed with them and that there wasn't enough keeping me on the site.

I still have my FurAffinity and I set up a new LJ account for my art: smudge_art. If you want to keep up with everything I draw, I suggest following the LJ account. I'll also link to it here sometimes, when I've posted a lot of stuff or if I post something I'm really pleased with.

Now let's never mention this again.

It's time for another week-long creative writing exam. This time I don't have to write a self reflective essay, but the tasks I have to choose from are a bit longer.

( The exam paper )

( My ideas )

So I'll definitely be doing question 1, and I can't decide between the others. Question four would be interesting but difficult. Question 2 might be boring and I don't really have a proper idea for question 3.

Anyone have any input? Your own ideas you don't mind me using, additions to my ideas, or just feedback on which of my ideas you liked?

Visit this site and sign the damn petition.

http://www.couragecampaign.org/page/s/divorce

Also watch the video. It actually made me cry.

Edit: while I'm here, you should also support this: http://www.geekzone.co.nz/juha/6247

I'm too angry to tidy the links behind text.

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.

For anyone who wanted to read it: How The Rat Got Her Tail.
It is a good story; not really intelligent enough for a Just So story and a little heavy on the repetition, but I'm happy with it nonetheless.

So I did my Monday exam and came out of it wanting a cigarette and a pint. I don't like exams; they don't give me long enough to think and I never see the obvious answers and rarr rarr rarr.
So we went to the pub and Everything Was Shiny.

As I said in my previous post, I have a week to write stuff for creative writing.( Some rumination about the creative writing task... )
Now here's a funny story before I go. ( Now if I cut it here, you only get the punchline. Ha ha. )

Much hilarity. At least it wasn't a tree stump this time. Also, there was cake.

Urgh. I've been trying to finish off my creative writing journal so that I can revise for my Renaissance and Revolution module in the next two days. I have to sort out this celebrity big brother parody in which the housemates are Hitler, Gandhi, Father Christmas and Elvis, I have to finish off a magazine article from the future and I have to write a Just So story called "How the Rat Got Her Tail". Well, those are the things that I have decided to write/finish off before I deem my journal completed. And on top of that, I have to find 5 poems and 2 short stories from the anthologies on our reading list and stick them in the journal in a way that does not make it obvious I've left it until the very last minute. And since I never bought the anthologies, I'm using the internet to find the poems, which turned it from a simple task into a stupidly difficult task.
Firstly, I couldn't find a list of the poems in the anthology so I took the ten poems mentioned in the only review I could find and searched for them on Google. Thankfully, after a couple of hours searching, I had found five of them in their entirety (in really obscure locations) and all five of them seem to be relevant to my interests. The short story search was simpler and I'm currently half way through The Haunted House by Charles Dickens which is rather good but long winded and patronising towards women.
So when I've finished Dickens I'll have two short stories from the other anthology as I have already got some extracts from The Tremendous Adventures of Major Brown, by Gilbert K Chesterton, which is quite funny and clever. Even so, I don't think I'll finish the journal today. It would have been a lot simpler if I'd just bought the poetry anthology at the start of the term.

In other news, in case you didn't know what The Most Adorable Thing In The World Ever is, or have misconceptions about what it might be (such as baby penguins or a sleeping kitten), it turns out to be Neil Gaiman carrying his dog down the stairs.

I'm surprised as you are. I thought it was a drugged-up Rodney McKay saying "have you seen... a guy? I think I lost him. He looks like you but with messy hair."

OK. Let's get this out of my system. (Warning: this post is ramble-y, hard to follow and makes little to no sense.)

( Yo ho, yo ho, a fangirl's life for me. )

Christmas happened. I got some presents. (Thank you Nicky, I'm still wearing the t-shirt you sent me)

I have a shiny silver snake brooch, and I think you know what that means. Oh yes. I'm the true heir of Slytherin.

My other presents included some glove-mittens, hot chocolate, another half-naked fantasy babe calendar and 1GB of RAM for my laptop, which is very much needed because it can't do two things at once even if those 2 things are keep Firefox open and let me type in OpenOffice. It certainly doesn't like running Pidgin and anything else at the same time.

Spoilers for Doctor Who coming up...
( This is the spoilery bit )

We also watched the Wallace and Gromit thing. Now there's a fandom you never have any complaints about.

Right. In my next post I'll review last year's resolutions and make up some new ones.

I'm such a genius. I brought my scanner home with me so that I can finish off the millions of pictures I've been drawing lately, and I left the cables back in Exeter.

Me and Bob have been watching Firefly. I am clearly not a proper nerd because I've only seen a few episodes and watched the movie; we both felt this should be remedied.

This is funny:

I emailed 3 companies asking whether their jobs will be available in January and 2 of them emailed me back saying yes, and telling me to email them again in the new year. I also emailed Mr Reddiford (head of 6th form in Nailsea school and kind of a hoopy frood) and some chick from the university asking for references.

I can has cookie now?

The other part of this entry is about the level of Fail in my house. The boiler (brand new boiler, thankyouverymuch) decided to take a nap over the weekend and Matt had to fix it while taking instructions from a fix-y dude over the phone. We've been told it might break again. WHEE.
My room is gradually getting worse and worse - I wiped the walls clean of mould but I'm sure it'll be just as bad (or worse) after I get back in January. There's a damp patch on my carpet that gets bigger every time I check it. Wiping my windows clean of condensation doesn't do anything (it doesn't even clear the condensation) and getting out of the shower is Not A Fun Experience.

And to add to all of this, when I got home on Sunday morning (after sleeping over at Graham's) I found a lump of glue and paper wedged into the keyhole of our front door. I spent 10 minutes clearing it (working at it with my key and then pulling bits of it out with my fingers,) I discovered that both of my housemates had come home the night before, seen it and decided to sleep elsewhere. Well, Rob was drunk and probably couldn't summon the coordination to do anything about it, but Matt has a real one-way attitude about what is and what isn't his problem. *stops that rant before it happens*

Now I would like to end this entry on a positive note. "thinkthinkthink"
Oh, I've got one - Yksi brought the laptop she's selling me to Exeter and Graham's installing Linux and then I'll be able to access the internet without walking through a Winter Wonderland to get to the library.
Also, Rob hooked up his XBox downstairs and we has been playing Need for Speed and I like to go fast on the brum-brum. And I keep winning. (And we collaborated and made burgers-an'-chips.)

There ya go, two positive notes - one involving chips. I'm doing well.

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?

My laptop's broken. Again. This time I didn't get any kind of panic reaction, which is funny because it looks like it's not fixable this time. Matt took it apart and poked it a bit and made discouraging noises.
I've been using the library PCs, which means trekking to campus and back most days. At least the exercise is doing me good. Maybe.

More importantly, who do you think is going to be the next Doctor Who? (Sorry if you haven't heard about Tennant leaving.)
I'm thinking it either needs to be someone older (Alan Rickman, anyone?) or a woman (wouldn't be the stupidest plot twist they've ever come up with) because bouncy young men with occasional angst is getting old.

COMMENT.

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.

Right. Well, I moved into Camelot on Saturday but we didn't get our internet set up until yesterday.
( Complainy type things )
Anyway. All that aside, it's a nice house and we've sorted out who's paying the bills and done stuff like got the internet set up. Graham turned up on my doorstep and made me walk a million miles to get to his house on the other side of Exeter so that I could see his ferret (not a euphemism, he's got Bandit living with him again.) He also turned up Monday night to take me to Wetherspoons and last night to give me a Rhodri. I expect he'll probably turn up again tonight. And rape me.

In other news, I'm looking for a job. It's a terrible day when Nat starts looking for a job, but I won't be able to pay the rent with my student loan, let alone all the bills and, ya know... food. And stuff.
Pizza Hut has vacancies and I'm gonna hand my CV into places like Game, HMV, Woolworths, Waterstones and Argos in the hope that they'll employ me.

*crosses fingers*

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.