Made of Fail.
Oh, Hai! We downgrded ur winz.
That part where I said I was going to start updating regularly? Pfft.
In the past howeverlong (actual measurement of time) I've moved house, learned how to start a fire, got potential work with a temp agency, been rejected for 75 bajillion (actual measurement) jobs, discovered that having a dodgy appendix is not fun, eaten a sandwich, finished American Psycho, finished that book about the boy wizard, started American Gods, started If Chins Could Kill, and regularly slept in 'til 12.
Which was, y'know, fun. N'stuff.
I've also been watching far too much and not writing nearly enough. In the past two weeks I've seen Hot Fuzz (Why did nobody tell me it was the love story of Simon Pegg and Nick Frost?), Zodiac (... Why did nobody tell me it was the love story of Robert Downey Junior and Jake Gyllenhaal?), Skinwalkers (Why did nobody tell me not to?), Half Light (Henry Ian Cusick was totally not worth sitting through that much Demi Moore being American in Scotland.) and some other movies that I can't remember.
I may have a copy of Inland Empire to watch later. Because I was stupid and didn't know it was playing at BIFF. *headdesk*
I also mainlined Jekyll (If you haven't seen it, you reallyreallyreally should.), and am two episodes from finishing Wonderfalls (It's getting less and less satisfying with each episode because I really don't want to dislike Jewel Staite. *frowny face*).
I'm also toying with the idea of writing an essay about the possibility of Battleship Potemkin being an early Soviet comedy.
I most likely won't be leaving LJ in the fandom exodus. Mostly because, even though I have a GreatestJournal account, I can't remember what it is and hate settling into a new username. That, and I'm actually paid up until February next year and want my money's worth. Given that I am a fickle creature whose opinions change from moment to moment, this decision will probably change in the next half-hour and I'll find myself at blogspot wondering wtf I'm doing.
Or Myspace.
Now, I have to send an email to the head of school about me actually finishing my degree, and then call a man to get wood.
I love having a fireplace and all the innuendo it entails.
That part where I said I was going to start updating regularly? Pfft.
In the past howeverlong (actual measurement of time) I've moved house, learned how to start a fire, got potential work with a temp agency, been rejected for 75 bajillion (actual measurement) jobs, discovered that having a dodgy appendix is not fun, eaten a sandwich, finished American Psycho, finished that book about the boy wizard, started American Gods, started If Chins Could Kill, and regularly slept in 'til 12.
Which was, y'know, fun. N'stuff.
I've also been watching far too much and not writing nearly enough. In the past two weeks I've seen Hot Fuzz (Why did nobody tell me it was the love story of Simon Pegg and Nick Frost?), Zodiac (... Why did nobody tell me it was the love story of Robert Downey Junior and Jake Gyllenhaal?), Skinwalkers (Why did nobody tell me not to?), Half Light (Henry Ian Cusick was totally not worth sitting through that much Demi Moore being American in Scotland.) and some other movies that I can't remember.
I may have a copy of Inland Empire to watch later. Because I was stupid and didn't know it was playing at BIFF. *headdesk*
I also mainlined Jekyll (If you haven't seen it, you reallyreallyreally should.), and am two episodes from finishing Wonderfalls (It's getting less and less satisfying with each episode because I really don't want to dislike Jewel Staite. *frowny face*).
I'm also toying with the idea of writing an essay about the possibility of Battleship Potemkin being an early Soviet comedy.
I most likely won't be leaving LJ in the fandom exodus. Mostly because, even though I have a GreatestJournal account, I can't remember what it is and hate settling into a new username. That, and I'm actually paid up until February next year and want my money's worth. Given that I am a fickle creature whose opinions change from moment to moment, this decision will probably change in the next half-hour and I'll find myself at blogspot wondering wtf I'm doing.
Or Myspace.
Now, I have to send an email to the head of school about me actually finishing my degree, and then call a man to get wood.
I love having a fireplace and all the innuendo it entails.