Braaaainss.... a pint of Braaaiins please.
(If you're wondering about the title of the entry, the local Cardiff beer is called Brains. It apparently tastes like dog-wee, but it has a fab name. And means that in the middle of Cardiff there's a big tower with the word Brains on it in white paint - hopefully in the case of Zombie uprising it will draw them all in like a magnet leaving the rest of the city safe and zombie free :))
I'm loving the Undead Journal theme. It reminds me of that eternal question, the debate which rages constantly within me, and occasionally amongst my friends, family and people I talk to at parties:
Which is the scariest type of undead thing out of zombies, vampires and werewolves?
(I say that deep down, objectively, vampires are the most scary. But if I'm honest I think I'd be more scared in a zombie apocalypse. There's something more horrible about facing down a moaning mob of rotting corpses, somehow)
Also: if you had to be undead, what would you be? Zombie, Vampire or Werewolf.
(If anybody would choose zombie... well you're mental. There's something inherrently cool about being a vampire, and it seems less massively painful than being a werewolf. So vampire, definitely. I would miss sunlight though.)
I have made a major breakthrough with sewing! I cannot for the life of me figure out how to get my machine to work so had a choice between heavy-duty fabric glue (bad idea, I live in Cardiff, the rain would probably dissolve the glue. I can't go to a halloween costume as 'a sticky girl') or hand sewing. So hours of hand sewing occured... and it all looks fairly ok! I feel like I've really achieved something. Even if the something I achieved was only achieving a day of not doing any reading.
Aaand... that guy I like will indeed be in town on halloween... dare I hope that I bump in to him? I forget the rest of the time just what it feels like when I like somebody *sigh* It's very distracting. I got very little sleep last night because of it. The nerves, the sheer nerves... If I don't either see him and start something soon or forget him and move on I will probably pass out in a few days from a combination of a lack of sleep and my body's resources being depleted maintaining my gittery, giggly girlishness.
It's not all sunshine and sewing for me though right now. Tomorrow I'm attending a party (yes, I know... boo hoo) that I don't quite want to go to. Row doesn't want to go to it on her own, but she does want to go as a gesture of friendliness to the birthday boy. I can't really leave her to face it all alone. But I will have to be careful. There's a good chance somebody will be there who, if I drink too much, I may try to stab in the face*.
* Ok I'm exagerating. I won't ever stab anybody, probably, but I may get very cross at him and make a scene if he's going to act like a jerk.
I'm loving the Undead Journal theme. It reminds me of that eternal question, the debate which rages constantly within me, and occasionally amongst my friends, family and people I talk to at parties:
Which is the scariest type of undead thing out of zombies, vampires and werewolves?
(I say that deep down, objectively, vampires are the most scary. But if I'm honest I think I'd be more scared in a zombie apocalypse. There's something more horrible about facing down a moaning mob of rotting corpses, somehow)
Also: if you had to be undead, what would you be? Zombie, Vampire or Werewolf.
(If anybody would choose zombie... well you're mental. There's something inherrently cool about being a vampire, and it seems less massively painful than being a werewolf. So vampire, definitely. I would miss sunlight though.)
I have made a major breakthrough with sewing! I cannot for the life of me figure out how to get my machine to work so had a choice between heavy-duty fabric glue (bad idea, I live in Cardiff, the rain would probably dissolve the glue. I can't go to a halloween costume as 'a sticky girl') or hand sewing. So hours of hand sewing occured... and it all looks fairly ok! I feel like I've really achieved something. Even if the something I achieved was only achieving a day of not doing any reading.
Aaand... that guy I like will indeed be in town on halloween... dare I hope that I bump in to him? I forget the rest of the time just what it feels like when I like somebody *sigh* It's very distracting. I got very little sleep last night because of it. The nerves, the sheer nerves... If I don't either see him and start something soon or forget him and move on I will probably pass out in a few days from a combination of a lack of sleep and my body's resources being depleted maintaining my gittery, giggly girlishness.
It's not all sunshine and sewing for me though right now. Tomorrow I'm attending a party (yes, I know... boo hoo) that I don't quite want to go to. Row doesn't want to go to it on her own, but she does want to go as a gesture of friendliness to the birthday boy. I can't really leave her to face it all alone. But I will have to be careful. There's a good chance somebody will be there who, if I drink too much, I may try to stab in the face*.
* Ok I'm exagerating. I won't ever stab anybody, probably, but I may get very cross at him and make a scene if he's going to act like a jerk.