I had a dream last night in which there was a zombie apocalypse and we only had two board games in the house so I had to go to Tesco for a massive shop. And this got me thinking about how unprepared I am for any kind of apocalypse. So, the plan is, when I eventually get a house of my own - a proper house with a mortgage and a basement - I'm going to make sure I'm prepared.

I have such an urge to draw this. ( Here's what I have planned. )

Lolwhut? When did I stop being a kid?

I miss not having to worry about money or organising things.

Being a semi-adult is better though. I still get to do silly things, but I have more freedom to do them. And a nicer body.

Sex is nice.

Oh, and I guess I miss having pets. I still have them, but not all the time, and it'll be a while before I can have my own.

I miss TV, sometimes. I think I always took that for granted.

I don't miss proper food and a warm, mould-free house until I go back home for a while and remember what I'm missing.

I think it would be nice to have a week off uni and work whenever I get sick, and be looked after. I usually miss home when I'm ill.

Alcohol is nice, though. And being able to go wherever I want without getting permission.

Being dragged shopping - that's something I don't miss. Being dragged around the supermarket. Now I just work there and get to watch all the unhappy kids and stressed mothers.

Oh, and I can eat what I want now, too. Mum had to balance the likes and dislikes of three fussy eaters. Now I don't have to eat carrots.

I can have tattoos now.

I can buy cake and eat it and now have Mum complain that I eat too much cake, because I'll have you know that it an impossibility.

I can get away with swearing more. But I miss not knowing what the swearwords were.

I never used to doubt myself. In the real world, I have less self confidence, and there's more scope for making mistakes.

One final and most important thing: menstruation. I miss the days when I used to wonder when I'd start my periods and whether it would be exciting. IT IS NOT. Oh, ignorance. I miss you.

OK, that's enough rumination. I have to go to the bank and cancel my standing order with ze estate agent, or they will take the full amount for July, the greedy fuckers.

Also, Nicky is coming to Exeter today, whee.

Boiling water in a saucepan is like bringing a girl to orgasm. You start out with the foreplay of putting water in the pan, maybe boiling some in the kettle to speed up the process, if ya know what I mean ;)
Then you turn up the heat. To start off with, she doesn't move much or make much noise, but she'll start to simmer, gradually begin to bubble and get louder and louder until you're watching her intently, waiting for the point when everything is just too much and she breaks, her surface coalescing and giving in to the heat with a sound of relief and satisfaction.
You turn down the heat and she relaxes, bubbling away happily and maybe easing down into a simmer, resting her pretty head on the hob and breathing a deep sigh of contentment. And later, if she's really lucky, you'll bring her back to the boil again.

From what I've tasted of desire, I'll hold with those who favour fire, but if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is just as great and will suffice.

I'm well literary, me.

But seriously, I think the human race will do OK. If we can't get out before the sun explodes, we'll be in trouble, but if we find a way to travel fast enough and make it out of the blast radius in the next... wow, we have hundreds of millions of years, don't we? I think we may have evolved into something else by then. Will we still count as humans then? But yes, I think we'll be OK. And even after the sun explodes, planet Earth will be fine. Some life may even still exist, somewhere, for a while.

My housemates, on the other hand, have been hitting things with a hammer. The future looks bleak for them, I'm afraid.

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.

( Here comes a chopper to chop off your head )

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. )

Right. This is slightly belated because I can never give a damn about anything in those 2 weeks after Christmas.
I begin with a review of last year's resolutions.
( Last year's, next year's, we'll see if I'm still alive after that. )

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 )

There is no protection against the cold. Coffee seems to work, but I'd need to take a second mug to lectures for the journey home, plus a microwave to heat it up with. Methinks this would be impractical.

I have an essay to write and I haven't done most of the reading. Perhaps I shall blag my way through it by using stuff we focused on during lectures and seminars (and I have therefore sort-of read.)
This is what happens when they ask questions about the module as a whole rather than specific texts.
There goes my New Years resolution.

I have 2 offers from friends of places to live next year. If I live with Graham I'll have a double bed, a warm house and the possibility of being allowed pet rats. If I live with Nicky, Matt and Rhodri I'm close to campus. Plus, I prefer living with lots of people.
So at the moment I'm undecided (and probably need to think about price. And, you know, talk to Rhodri about whether or not he's OK with me living with them. Coz I doubt he even knows I've been offered a place in their house by Nicky. *facepalm*)

At least I have options. I was worried about having to live in a cardboard box.

I shouldn't really post 2 days in a row, but I feel like I have enough crap to make an entry.

Firstly, yay on Obama winning the election. I don't care all that much, but it's good to see a coloured President etc etc. (Not just that, of course - he also happens to be a good candidate. Still the fact remains that our country is currently being run by a walrus. Britain needs change too! *mutters about electricity prices*)

Secondly, I've been looking up different forms of poetry for my creative writing module. Very boring, until I looked up Rubaiyat, which is a typically boring form of poetry that happens to have been parodied by a creative genius. Thus, I ask you to read The Rubaiyat of a Persian Kitten (with illustrations.)

( More talk of Doctor Who )

I'm thinking of actually starting to draw my webcomic. I have a concept, characters, plot and some skill at drawing. Plus, I've had the idea for 2 years. Most of the furries I draw are characters in the webcomic (or will be if it ever exists.)

At the very least, I'll draw the introduction arc that I have planned. It starts with a lightsaber battle between Rosie and Phoelian which goes on for a page without any explanation of who they are and why they're fighting. Because I feel like it. And the point of the arc is to explain that they live in my brain and represent different aspects of my personality, as well as introducing me (although I'm not a character in the webcomic, more of a vessel) and explaining why I get up late most of the time (it's Smudge's job to wake up the brain and he's too busy having sex.)

Let's just say it will be R-rated in places. And I'm not sure whether I should be human or an anthropomorphic rat. And I don't know whether I can draw a lightsaber battle. Or where to put the webcomic when it's ready for the internets. Or whether anyone will like it.

Going to plan it out now and maybe start drawing.

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.)

So I said goodbye to the duck ponds where we hunted for fairies and fought to the death. I said goodbye to the bush into which I vomited and the shower that I've shared with 4 people (not at the same time) (don't tell my housemates).
I even said goodbye to the vacuum cleaner, which may have given my mother the idea that I'm crazy.

Then I turned in my keys and went home. It was about an hour and a half after this that I got pounced and covered in dog hair. I'm not sure it's hit me yet that I can't go back to my room in Lafrowda.
Waitasec. I still have my second set of keys. Lafrowda hospitality services think I've lost them.

*laughs evilly*

Some things that are awesome:

A happy rat (by the awesome furry artist known as Cerberus)

An animation of the scene in Goblet of Fire with the kooky old guy wearing the dress.

Gay penguins.

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.

I would've posted yesterday or a couple of days ago, but didn't feel like talking about the fact that I'm a terrible drunk and my boyfriend was going to undergo a life-threatening operation.

So... quick update on that front: Anti's still alive (and now able to go near microwaves) and I'm a terrible drunk.

Here's why I'm updating today: last night, as I was walking home, I was adopted by the most beautiful male cat I've ever seen. Here's the conversation we had (translated from cat language, which I - of course - can speak):

"Oh, most rare and radiant maiden... you are the loveliest vision I have ever set my eyes upon."
"Why thank you - but such a compliment could only come from a prince. Who are you and from whence did you come?"
"Such things do not matter in the here and now. I would be humbled if you would bestow me the honour of lying by your side in your sweet bedchamber tonight."
"Oh Sir Prince, the honour would be mine. Walk with me a while and we shall get to know each other better."
"My dear, I feel as if we have known each other since the beginning of time. My love for you transcends the stars and the very moon itself."
"I feel the same, my love. From the very second I set eyes upon you, I knew we were destined to be together."

So he followed me into my block, up two flights of stairs, into my flat, down the corridor and into my sweet bedchamber, where he proceeded to rub his head against everything and then jump onto the bed. When I cuddled up to him, he buried his head in my armpit and started purring. I had to let him out this morning, which turned out to be a good thing coz I was woken an hour later by someone from maintenance doing a room check.

And I don't know whether I'll see my prince again, but I'll always love him. That's how it is with cats. The way that they touch our lives is unique because they assume that they have a right to be in it and make themselves at home. Sometimes I still think about the cat I met outside the bookshop and wonder if I'll see him around again.

Also, I've just watched Ratatouille. IT IS GOOD. My favourite part: when the food touches the critic's lips and we're suddenly transported back to his childhood. I loved the fluid motion of the flashback and the realisation that he was a real person. I love that food can bring memories and emotions and I love that it was a movie about rats.

Some randomness for you.

This morning I found myself wandering the kitchen looking for something that didn't fit one of the categories "not exactly the cleanest thing in the world", "don't go near this without gloves" or "toxic waste". The only thing I could find was myself, which doesn't really count.
The dirtiest thing I found was the extractor fan. Not only is it broken and makes "Tom put pasta in me and now I don't work properly" noises, there's a layer of grease covered in a layer of dust forming a furry covering on all of the blades.

Random thing number two:

I was wondering whether the phrase "physician, heal thyself" could be applied to other professions. Such as "dietician, starve thyself". "Politician, blame thyself." Anyone got any others?

This is a webcomic about cute things gone bad.

If you've ever watched The Mighty Boosh, picture me as Vince and Simon as Howard and read this conversation we had last night.


In more serious news, I have switched from English and Psychology to single honours English and I've chosen which modules I'm taking next year. 17th Century Renaissance literature, social change in the 20th Century, "Desire and Power" (this one's going to be really cool. It's stuff like A Midsummer Night's Dream) and a creative writing module.
Like this year, I'm going to have one 2-hour seminar and one 1-hour lecture for each module, which means 6 hours of work a week. I'm starting to realise that this is a bad thing because I'm incredibly lazy and not motivated enough to do anything work related in my non-scheduled time. If they forced me to do stuff I'd be more productive.

In less serious news, I have thought of a story about a cat based on an experience I had the other week. It goes like this:

I was tagged by Decaff. I now tag rocksolidhair, otilu, treborread and anyone else in possession of OCs.

OC (original character) Interview:

1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself!!

OC's: (role play/story characters I've used in the past and present)

Lika
Cat
Zodiac
Feebo