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[Jan. 26th, 2008|01:39 pm] |
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Why are you still watching this feed? You want to be watching this one. |
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| Bye! |
[Jan. 14th, 2008|03:07 pm] |
This journal is now closed.
You can find me on InsaneJournal and deviantART, under the same username. |
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| Oh dear. |
[Jan. 10th, 2008|12:14 pm] |
It looks like GreatestJournal is shutting down. I'm really sorry to have to faff you all about like this, guys - it seems not five minutes ago that I moved out here from El Jay. It sucks, because I really like it on here: it's pretty, it's sleek and it's quiet and friendly. Feels more tight-nit and secure.
But it's exploding due to user influx, and since everything's free, there's no way for it to regenerate revenue to keep itself afloat.
So I've moved (am moving~) to InsaneJournal under the same username. IJ supports openID, so if you have a LiveJournal account, you'll be able to friend me and read me frinds-locked posts without having to make an InsaneJournal account. Handy, eh? Better than here, at any rate, where lololol accounts lol.
This journal will eventually be friends-locked down entirely, and post of the stuff therein imported to IJ. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience to you all, but there's not much I can do about saving GreatestJournal, because the bloke who runs it doesn't talk to his users or staff. |
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| Hooo. |
[Jan. 1st, 2008|04:43 pm] |
Aha. Most of my icons have been eaten. Lovely.
Anyway! I'm back in England now, and happy new year to you all. Make no mistake, if you are in any way unsettled by explosions and loud noises, never, ever ever spend new year in Rome. Ever. It's like the fucking Blitz, all night, until 4am. Horrendous. |
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| CRESS, MOTHERFUCKERS |
[Dec. 31st, 2007|09:15 pm] |
1. HELLO I AM IN ROME
2. I AM COMING HOME FROM ROME TOMORROW
3. AS I TYPE THIS, I AM SITTING ON JEM'S KNEE AS IT PROCLAIMS "I'M BUMMING MY SISTER", TWANGS MY BRA-STRAPS AND SPANKS MY ARSE
4. MOTHERFUCKKEERRRRRSSSS |
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| Rome! |
[Dec. 27th, 2007|07:59 pm] |
I leave for Rome at stupid am today. If you need anything, send a bird or whatever.
KISSES FOR ALL. |
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| Stabbystabby |
[Dec. 26th, 2007|07:36 pm] |
Have become obsessed with Assassin's Creed. Must resist all urges to cut off own ring finger and sneak up on people with a switchblade.
Must not buy switchblades.
Nor any cut-throat razors.
I. AM. NOT. AN. ASSASSIN.
....gweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeestabbystabby |
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| Well, it didn't explode. |
[Dec. 26th, 2007|01:15 pm] |
Christmas did the better of the two options, and went very, very well. No-one got beaten up, nothing exploded, and no stirring occured.
I have profited lots and lots of beads and ribbons and a chocolate fountain. All is well.
Hope everyone else is warm and happy, too. Lots of love, y'all.
(In other news, hahaha, I'm incarcerated with my family and for once, I don't mind. There's a Thomas and a Thomasparents and my dad's content and Jem's playing the organ and it's all lovely. Yay!) |
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| HELP PLEASE |
[Dec. 22nd, 2007|05:53 pm] |
HELLO.
THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.
A parcel was pseudo-delivered to me yesterday, and Haydon wasn't in to receive it. It's a "Sign for plz" parcel, and thus they took it away to the depot. Re-delivery is impossible, because Hadyon is away as of tomorrow. They only keep the parcel for a week, and Haydon isn't back then, either.
This parcel is a Christmas present for Thomas.
It is imperative that I get this parcel.
THEREFORE, I AM ASKING ONE OF YOU KIND-HEARTED CAMBRIDGE-BASED PEOPLE TO HELP.
The solution to this is as follows:
- Someone else can pick up the parcel, but they need the original "Lol Fail" red card and a proof of my identity.
- If someone is willing to undertake this task, pick up the parcel and hold it for me 'til I get back to Cambridge, they will need to go to my house this evening to pick up the card and my driving licence.
- Haydon may not be in all evening, so you will need to ring him before you set off. If you do not have Haydon's number, call 0114 2305152, which is my home number, and I will give it you. I don't want to put Haydon's number publicly, you understand.
- Haydon will be in bed at 11.00. Therefore, after 11pm, the card and my driving licence will be concealed in the bin cupboard closest to the front door of my house.
TL;DR Summary:
- HELP I NEED A PARCEL COLLECTING
- If you can and are willing to help, collect my driving licence and the delivery card from my house.
- Call Haydon before doing so (0114 2305152 if you don't have his number)
- After 11pm, the requisites will be in the bin cupboard nearest the door.
- My address is 103, Rustat Road, CB1 3QG.
THIS MUST BE DONE. IT MUST BE DONE TONIGHT. I WILL REPAY YOU FOR YOUR TIME AND INCONVENIENCE IN EITHER REAL MONEY, ALCOHOL OR ANYTHING YOU SO DESIRE. AT ALL. I AM DESPERATE. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP.
Situation resolved thanks to ![[info]](http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif) rjw76 being godlike. Thanks! |
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| Right. |
[Dec. 20th, 2007|11:06 pm] |
Tomorrow, I am going - with Thomas - to Sheffield. You many not hear from me for a while. I will endeavour to keep in contact! Email will be the best way, if you need me, to get me.
Ugh, stupid o'clock train. Ughhhhh.
But we have crochet and wool and all sorts of lovely things, so this is good. Yay! |
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| Partaayyy |
[Dec. 20th, 2007|12:01 pm] |
I have come to the conclusion that everyone who works at Frontier is Well Awesome. The office party was ace, and I got to talk to lots of cool and interesting people and make some new friends. AND I crocheted myself a glam little black mohair capelet for the occassion, which got lots of compliments and made me feel like a Genius Of Crafts and that was good, too.
So I'm spending today tidying the house, doing laundery, and crocheting people's Christmas presents, which they'll probably get AFTER Christmas at this rate, but you know, it's the thought that counts - and when have I ever been good with timing these things!
Frosted butts. |
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| Ahhhhh. |
[Dec. 19th, 2007|02:15 pm] |
If I ever try to claim that I don't have crushes on Famous People any more, I want you to all bellow "EMILIE AUTUMN" at me repeatedly until I shut up.
*wibbles* |
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| Ugh. |
[Dec. 18th, 2007|12:17 pm] |
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I have a cold. This is not too inconvenient, but it is uncomfortable.
Also, the FIRST AND PRIMARY side-effect of having the Implant removed is the immediate return of my acne. I look dreadful. I haven't felt this disenamoured of showing my face to the world since I was 14. Ugh.
Nothing, NOTHING is helping it, either. AND I've just developed an allergy to the only toner left that I could use. ARGH WTF ARGH SPOTS ARGH ARGH. |
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| FAEC ROLL |
[Dec. 17th, 2007|11:50 pm] |
ITT roll your face on your keyboard.
cxer vbgn90nbtgvfc21
(Meme scurrilously stolen via Dame Adrian the Great from 4chan. I have never laughed so hard in ages. Sadly, the thread's sunk now, so I can't link it.)
BONUS POINTS: dick slap. |
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| Micropsitta! |
[Dec. 17th, 2007|10:44 am] |
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PYGMY PARROTS
PYGMY PARROTS
SRSLY
AAAHHHHHHHHH |
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| Crochet FIEND |
[Dec. 16th, 2007|05:22 pm] |
Oh my goodness me, I'm awful.
But get this. I'm making this at the moment. It's really easy and readily adjustable. My FIRST THOUGHT when I saw it was, "Oooh, make it a bit longer, cover the nose and mouth, seam in a pair of d-rings either side of where the mouth is, slide a wide, contrasting ribbon through and tie behind the head - instant snuggly-warm decorative panel gag!"
You could trim it with biot, too, just to make it extra glitzy.
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CROCHET BONDAGE GEAR. IT MAY WELL BE TOO LATE FOR ME. SAVE YOURSELVES WHILE YOU STILL CAN. |
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| Obligatory credit -giving |
[Dec. 15th, 2007|11:45 pm] |
Haydon did it.
He invented the internet, wrote wikipaedia, and ended several world wars.
He did it. It's true.
Also, he wrote Northern lights. And he can make your eyes fall out just by looking at you.
IT'S ALL TRUE |
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| Miracles. |
[Dec. 15th, 2007|11:09 pm] |
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My hospitalised friend has made a full mental recovery.
For those who missed the Tyranid Hivemind/Tentaclerodeo on LJ, he'll be back. It's just a matter of physical recovery now.
Ed's back. Thank whatever powers you have breath to name. |
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| Sheffield soon. |
[Dec. 15th, 2007|10:04 pm] |
I'm going to Sheffield on Friday. Don't wait up for me: I'll be back on the 3rd of January! I'm going to Rome for the New Year with Thomas and my parents and Jem, so that'll be awesome and a well deserved break from England as we all deserve...
Wish me luck over Christmas. I love Christmas: it's a wonderful mix of traditions and everything and it's cold and crisp and winter and the Solstice is on the 21st which is when we travel up, so pocket-sized celebrations in the garden may be called for, but I love it and I don't want it ruined by earthly familial wangst and idiotic things like that. So keep a thought or two open, will you?
Speaking of keeping thoughts open, prayers and the usual are flapping off to the usual suspects. Smashed up!friend in the Radcliffe is improving immensely, by the way. He's of sound mind and rational - much more fluent and lucid than when I went to visit him, I hear. This is awesome. Truely awesome, and thank you, all of you, that spared a thought/prayer/energy waft/appendage crossing etc. Thank you.
Er, what else. Oh! yes. I haven't done any work like a Lamey mcLamerson. Ugh. Christmas gifts/cards will probably find their way to you after Christmas, mind, knowing my efficiency...
Aaaalllsssooo I'm going to Thomas's office party on Wednesday. I'm scared they'll eat me or turn me into a computer game or something equally compscicompsci. On the subject of Thomas, he has a feed from his GJ over to LJ here. Add him, you losers.
Bed now. |
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