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changelingSee this icon? *glee* This is the icon I made last night. You can see it thanks to my whining, and bekki_n being too good for this world, and certainly to me.
I have to post this, because it wasn't, but it IS NOW.
Lucien 
idolizes 
John Constantine
What's Your Neil Gaiman OTP?
Ville de Camp -- A Neverwhere RPG
Mwahahaha.
Desire 
has a little chocolate raspberry cream-filled person of Desire
What's Your Neil Gaiman OTP?
Ville de Camp -- A Neverwhere RPG
It's funny because it's TRUE.
Dammit, I had a real post here somewhere. Maybe someone ate it.
Nys and I went to see Bridget Jones' Diary: The Edge of Reason tonight. It was worth it all for the Darcy/Daniel fight, though in my critical opinion, it could have been longer. But why aren't there screencaps on the web for the fight, or the Rebecca/Bridget kiss? AM DISAPPOINTED, WORLD.
Wore my old year 12 jumper today, because it always seems like a terrible waste that I have these clothes that I can't wear anymore, and I figure I'm long enough out of high school for it not to be embarrassing that I'm basically advertising my age.
Nys and I went to the library. She paid a fine (I have one too, I just had no cash in my wallet to pay up). The library technician (or possibly "real" librarian, who knows) asked her if she'd just finished school.
"Erm, no," says my sister. "Just finished first year uni. Science degree."
Then she asks me. Which is, perhaps a fair question, considering my jumper, but it does actually have the years of my VCE carefully stitched over my left breast. I am, however, older than my sister by three years and one month (to the day). The librarian was getting a wee bit flustered by this point, probably because I was looking at her in a bemused fashion.
"I've just finished first year of my second attempt at a uni degree." Pause. "It's been four years since I left school."
Then we left the counter. Well, it amused me.
True story: I nearly locked up my computer last night because I tried to use a Mac shortcut on my PC. This is what happens when I spend eight hours going slightly mad in the school computer rooms.
I have to post this, because it wasn't, but it IS NOW.
idolizes John Constantine What's Your Neil Gaiman OTP?
Ville de Camp -- A Neverwhere RPG
Mwahahaha.
has a little chocolate raspberry cream-filled person of Desire What's Your Neil Gaiman OTP?
Ville de Camp -- A Neverwhere RPG
It's funny because it's TRUE.
Dammit, I had a real post here somewhere. Maybe someone ate it.
Nys and I went to see Bridget Jones' Diary: The Edge of Reason tonight. It was worth it all for the Darcy/Daniel fight, though in my critical opinion, it could have been longer. But why aren't there screencaps on the web for the fight, or the Rebecca/Bridget kiss? AM DISAPPOINTED, WORLD.
Wore my old year 12 jumper today, because it always seems like a terrible waste that I have these clothes that I can't wear anymore, and I figure I'm long enough out of high school for it not to be embarrassing that I'm basically advertising my age.
Nys and I went to the library. She paid a fine (I have one too, I just had no cash in my wallet to pay up). The library technician (or possibly "real" librarian, who knows) asked her if she'd just finished school.
"Erm, no," says my sister. "Just finished first year uni. Science degree."
Then she asks me. Which is, perhaps a fair question, considering my jumper, but it does actually have the years of my VCE carefully stitched over my left breast. I am, however, older than my sister by three years and one month (to the day). The librarian was getting a wee bit flustered by this point, probably because I was looking at her in a bemused fashion.
"I've just finished first year of my second attempt at a uni degree." Pause. "It's been four years since I left school."
Then we left the counter. Well, it amused me.
True story: I nearly locked up my computer last night because I tried to use a Mac shortcut on my PC. This is what happens when I spend eight hours going slightly mad in the school computer rooms.
