Fandom, faffing and a brief interlude on the Mega Trip Extravaganza!
Deary, deary me. What have we here?
There is ever so much to write about on here. I have neglected you so, dear journal. I've neglected you so to the point where it's taken me a month to realise most of my icons have gone over the rainbow and I have to pay to get them back. SIIIIGH. I dont even know if I want to. Still, I miss them. Like a missing limb, all those pretty little 100x100 pixels I knew I had access to an now they're gone, like they were never there.
OH WOE.
Still, I'm once again avoiding the topic, much like I have every other time I've thought about updating this thing. I've neglected writing up my trip mostly because there is ever so much of it. I even fell rather behind in my hand-written trip journal, and I've still yet to finish writing about my last week in London Town. Actually, I think I'm still behind from Hogmanay. I simply didn't get a change to write in it since before christmas, so every time I attempted to fill in the blanks I'd forget bits and pieces and have to backtrack.
I'm still ignoring THAT journal now in order to update this one.
Actually, the real fact I'm updating this one is because I have so many words pouring out of me lately on no topics I can discuss with anyone who sort of gets it that I think I'm going a bit mad. Actually, since I got back all the words and stories I've been building up since I finished Uni last year have come bursting out line a dam. The floodgates have opened and there's no chance of getting them back. Since I got back to Aus, most of my free time has been absorbed by a Merlin fic called Graphite Rain that's currently sitting pretty at 46K. I think I had 5K of offhand snippets I wrote all the way back in Manchester, but most of that fic has come out of my poor little fingers since I got back to Aus, so the... whatever it was. 12th of January? Yeah. Then.
Well, after the 14th anyway, once you take a Uni friend's 21st party, house inspection fails and jetlag are taken into consideration. My poor fingers want to break down and cry, but I sort of wish I had the ability to just word vomit like this usually. I actually quite like what I've got down, but for the first time in like ever - i really dont know how to end this bloody thing. I usually start with endings, and I did, before. I had it sorted and now I just dont know and I really, really want to. I sort of need someone from Merlin fandom to spaff at and see what they think but I dont particularly know anyone yet.
On top of that I decided to sign up for Merlin Big Bang, because my White Collar Big Bang was fun (65,000 words type fun! That one only had a minimum of 20! :D) and because THERE ARE SO MANY STORIES IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW OMGKILLMENOW.
Then there's Fielding's Luxury comedy, which I am really, genuinely loving. I thought I'd cringe like 98% of my way through it, but oh god, I genuinely love him. He's mental, absolutely fucking crazy and some jokes are a bit off, but I've cackled my way through the two episodes so far and I'm so damn happy that it's been commissioned for a second run. SO HAPPY. All the art jokes just tickle me pink and ITS SO PRETTY, NIGEL COAN, CAN I JUST LIVE IN THE CORNER OF YOUR STUDIO PLEASE? and guh, seriously. I can't spaff enough. I dont know HOW to spaff. I can see why people are all ITS NOT THE BOOSH, and fuck off of course it's not. People keep saying it's the boosh without Julian, but to me it's more Unnatural Acts than Boosh and that actually makes me happier. It's so obvious to see what ideas were all Noel's IN the boosh now, when perhaps before they weren't so obvious, at least for me. But he's obviously so proud of it and it's just so gorgeous and dedicated it's brilliant. I love it. SO MUCH.
UMMMM, but yeah, beyond that my life is pretty dull lately. We're trying to find a new house but i really dont think anything is going to change before we go back to uni, which sort of sucks, but hey, what can you do? I'm actually a bit terrified of going back to uni this time around. it's my LAST YEAR if I just stick to my Bachelor. LAST YEAR. By october I'll have graduated and have a DEGREE. I sort of want to stick around another 18 months and get a Masters in Digital Film. Hee, it makes me laugh, that. I'm Jacquelyn ---- I have a Master in Digital Film. I'm a Master. Well, not yet. But I could be.
Still, it's strange being back in Australia. It's SO SUNNY and oh god, it's been so bloody hot I've nearly died more than once. Even my poor Hercules has just been wandering around the house collapsing on anything she hasn't warmed already with her body heat yet. Poor baby.
That was one of my favourite things about the trip, actually, was the weather. I overheat really easily and I've always found it easier in cool weather than hot. MOC kept telling me in summer it gets like an oven because of all the stinking cloud cover and pollution and all that over there, but i'm going to stick to my YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW HOT THIS COUNTRY IS AND YOU CANT COMPLAIN BECAUSE IT'S ONLY 24 DEGREES WHERE YOU ARE schtick until I experience that death for myself.
I like cold, i can wear coats and I really fcuking like coats. I want Fieldmouse's coat in the LC opening clip. If I ever cosplayed I'd make myself that coat. I might anyway just cos.
It's either that or Chris O'Dowd's coat in the Boat that Rocked. I have a special love for that coat. Which is saying something because I have special love for that ENTIRE FILM.
But yeah, the UK. SO MUCH HISTORY AND ART AND HISTORY AND i could just wander around uselessly all day. I need to go back. It's an actual need, not a want. Need.
It's just like every story I've ever had in my head, something somewhere could be a part of some world or connected to some character and by god if I wasn't put on this earth to write stories then I have no idea what the fuck i was meant to do because it's not really to talk to people or go running or anything useful to a terminable success; it's all fairytales and heads in the clouds, sword fights and magic and castles.
We live so far away, down here. Little ole Australia. So far away. I want to be closer, but god damn I want to stay. I love a sunburnt country.
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
/that's enough poppycock for one evening.
Did ya's miss me?
^____^
There is ever so much to write about on here. I have neglected you so, dear journal. I've neglected you so to the point where it's taken me a month to realise most of my icons have gone over the rainbow and I have to pay to get them back. SIIIIGH. I dont even know if I want to. Still, I miss them. Like a missing limb, all those pretty little 100x100 pixels I knew I had access to an now they're gone, like they were never there.
OH WOE.
Still, I'm once again avoiding the topic, much like I have every other time I've thought about updating this thing. I've neglected writing up my trip mostly because there is ever so much of it. I even fell rather behind in my hand-written trip journal, and I've still yet to finish writing about my last week in London Town. Actually, I think I'm still behind from Hogmanay. I simply didn't get a change to write in it since before christmas, so every time I attempted to fill in the blanks I'd forget bits and pieces and have to backtrack.
I'm still ignoring THAT journal now in order to update this one.
Actually, the real fact I'm updating this one is because I have so many words pouring out of me lately on no topics I can discuss with anyone who sort of gets it that I think I'm going a bit mad. Actually, since I got back all the words and stories I've been building up since I finished Uni last year have come bursting out line a dam. The floodgates have opened and there's no chance of getting them back. Since I got back to Aus, most of my free time has been absorbed by a Merlin fic called Graphite Rain that's currently sitting pretty at 46K. I think I had 5K of offhand snippets I wrote all the way back in Manchester, but most of that fic has come out of my poor little fingers since I got back to Aus, so the... whatever it was. 12th of January? Yeah. Then.
Well, after the 14th anyway, once you take a Uni friend's 21st party, house inspection fails and jetlag are taken into consideration. My poor fingers want to break down and cry, but I sort of wish I had the ability to just word vomit like this usually. I actually quite like what I've got down, but for the first time in like ever - i really dont know how to end this bloody thing. I usually start with endings, and I did, before. I had it sorted and now I just dont know and I really, really want to. I sort of need someone from Merlin fandom to spaff at and see what they think but I dont particularly know anyone yet.
On top of that I decided to sign up for Merlin Big Bang, because my White Collar Big Bang was fun (65,000 words type fun! That one only had a minimum of 20! :D) and because THERE ARE SO MANY STORIES IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW OMGKILLMENOW.
Then there's Fielding's Luxury comedy, which I am really, genuinely loving. I thought I'd cringe like 98% of my way through it, but oh god, I genuinely love him. He's mental, absolutely fucking crazy and some jokes are a bit off, but I've cackled my way through the two episodes so far and I'm so damn happy that it's been commissioned for a second run. SO HAPPY. All the art jokes just tickle me pink and ITS SO PRETTY, NIGEL COAN, CAN I JUST LIVE IN THE CORNER OF YOUR STUDIO PLEASE? and guh, seriously. I can't spaff enough. I dont know HOW to spaff. I can see why people are all ITS NOT THE BOOSH, and fuck off of course it's not. People keep saying it's the boosh without Julian, but to me it's more Unnatural Acts than Boosh and that actually makes me happier. It's so obvious to see what ideas were all Noel's IN the boosh now, when perhaps before they weren't so obvious, at least for me. But he's obviously so proud of it and it's just so gorgeous and dedicated it's brilliant. I love it. SO MUCH.
UMMMM, but yeah, beyond that my life is pretty dull lately. We're trying to find a new house but i really dont think anything is going to change before we go back to uni, which sort of sucks, but hey, what can you do? I'm actually a bit terrified of going back to uni this time around. it's my LAST YEAR if I just stick to my Bachelor. LAST YEAR. By october I'll have graduated and have a DEGREE. I sort of want to stick around another 18 months and get a Masters in Digital Film. Hee, it makes me laugh, that. I'm Jacquelyn ---- I have a Master in Digital Film. I'm a Master. Well, not yet. But I could be.
Still, it's strange being back in Australia. It's SO SUNNY and oh god, it's been so bloody hot I've nearly died more than once. Even my poor Hercules has just been wandering around the house collapsing on anything she hasn't warmed already with her body heat yet. Poor baby.
That was one of my favourite things about the trip, actually, was the weather. I overheat really easily and I've always found it easier in cool weather than hot. MOC kept telling me in summer it gets like an oven because of all the stinking cloud cover and pollution and all that over there, but i'm going to stick to my YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW HOT THIS COUNTRY IS AND YOU CANT COMPLAIN BECAUSE IT'S ONLY 24 DEGREES WHERE YOU ARE schtick until I experience that death for myself.
I like cold, i can wear coats and I really fcuking like coats. I want Fieldmouse's coat in the LC opening clip. If I ever cosplayed I'd make myself that coat. I might anyway just cos.
It's either that or Chris O'Dowd's coat in the Boat that Rocked. I have a special love for that coat. Which is saying something because I have special love for that ENTIRE FILM.
But yeah, the UK. SO MUCH HISTORY AND ART AND HISTORY AND i could just wander around uselessly all day. I need to go back. It's an actual need, not a want. Need.
It's just like every story I've ever had in my head, something somewhere could be a part of some world or connected to some character and by god if I wasn't put on this earth to write stories then I have no idea what the fuck i was meant to do because it's not really to talk to people or go running or anything useful to a terminable success; it's all fairytales and heads in the clouds, sword fights and magic and castles.
We live so far away, down here. Little ole Australia. So far away. I want to be closer, but god damn I want to stay. I love a sunburnt country.
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
/that's enough poppycock for one evening.
Did ya's miss me?
^____^