And now listen little child to the safety rail

I've been listening to that on loop for 2 hours now, and still no change in mental stability.
The Verdict: I mustn't have had any to begin with.

Do you like my new icon? Ah made it mah salf! *GIR grin* Wolves rock so much... they 0wn everyone.

On that note [some of you will know that yes! This is related] I've finished my ( Folio Outline for Creative Writing )

Which I've posted if anyone is interested. With editingness what has happened due to the prompting of ummyep. Any cricicism [especially before monday] is, as always... highly appreciated :)

Work caused wrath today, due to the utter lack of Work Ethic displayed by one of my co-workers. She does this every week, too, it's not a one-of - she called in today, today, not yesterday, not within the week sometime to give us some warning, but today, to say she couldn't be in till 5. This isn't unusual from her, so I didn't really care. Tash and I are used to working by ourselves all morning until 4 - what's one more hour going to do? [By the way, Saturday is the busyest day of the week - 2 people is woefully understaffed] Then, at about quarter to 5, she calls again and says "Oh. I'm in Freo! I guess I can't make it then." It was only after my begging her to come because we were really busy that she bothered to come. I didn't realise till after that, had she not decided to drag herself to work, either myself or Tash would have had to close.
I just can't stand inconsiderate, lazy, *chews arm* It makes me so angreh.
*Simmers* but it's in the past now. She did make it to work... at 7pm. SEVEN PM!!
But I'm not talking about that anymore.

I'm quite looking forward to doing more of The Watcher, though I think I'll be changing almost everything. For one thing, Stag is going to be a major character, and I invented him yesterday or so.

Oh, I had a funny dream last night about HP book #6. I got a copy of it, which was a first print, joy, and for some reason all first prints had "to (your name here)" printed in the copyright info. My name wasn't in my copy, so I sent it back, and then I got another one,with my name in it, but it wasn't a first print. It made me very angry, and I refused to start reading the book until I had my copy.
It was a strange dream.
I think this means I'm beginning to eagerly anticipate the next book. I can't wait! *squees* And I will get a first print.. because my OTP is 1st print and I'm getting it from the same store... Yay. But I think this time I might buy two copies, or just not let anyone read my book, not even my family, because my OTP got a bit brutalised by, addmittedly, accidents [involving dropping... on concrete *weeps*], but brutalised none the less. It made my heart hurt.
Of course, it wouldn't be nearly as bad as something bad happening to my LOTR/Hobbit precious editions... that would result in fiery retribution and a great deal of death. But let's not think about such dark things.

Oh! and Aragorn was in my dream last night too. I remember him making some crack about being old, and then he gave me his old boots... and then he was wearing Doc. Martens like my own. This confused me to no end... Because Aragorn doesn't wear Docs... Then I woke up. We were running from something. And I think Aragorn had a gun.
Wrong. So so wrong. stupid subconcious... Aragorn with a gun... like Aragorn needs a gun...
[Aragorn rocks!!] Worship.

Goodnightmorning.

Aw, what.... a Dire Spider...

Yeah. The 4th Level Druid Spell "Summon Creature IV" summons a Dire Spider. *sigh* They aren't even real Dire Animals! Dire Wolves are tougher... aww, *was really hopeing for a Dire Bear* (But I guess that will come later). I guess this way I can summon one after the other carks it [thus minimising possibility of death], but I would have liked a Dire Bear.
Heh, it's funny, but I still have trouble trusting a Dire Spider.

Anyway. Purpose of this entry is in response to the cover-photo of The West Australian this Thursday... If you've ever worn a fur less than 50 years old, or ever brought one, I really, really am filled with a deep detest for your filthy and abhorrent obsession with fassion.
I Hate.... ohhh, it makes me so incredibly angry. I HATE it when people kill animals for no damn good reason. And frankly, killing endangered, defenseless animals for no fucking reason other than you want to wear their fluffy fur so you can look good and maintain your fucking ridiculous stupid ideas of social status or whatever the hell the reason you have in your infantile, stupid, primitive brain is for wearing furs... I could take it if you actually needed to wear the fur - because I understand it's good for keeping away frost on hoods and cuffs and things for snow-wear. But I would only genuinely not mind if every scrap of that animal that could be used was used.
Frankly, I don't see Harp Seals or Snow Leopards, for example, being eaten or whatnot after they've been skinned. In fact, their carcass is probably just haphasardly thrown away somewhere.
*glowers* It makes me so very angry.
*Re-reads*... Oh. The pups are skinned alive. What the fuck, why the HELL do you need to skin the animal alive?! I.. Fuckers. Lets see how they like being skinned alive. With a cheesegrater. Then rolled in rock salt. And strung up in a tree. In the sun. With some nice blowflies. Then I'd release the dogs.
There is no word for the rage I feel now.
WHAT THE HELL KIND OF PERSON SKINS AN ANIMAL ALIVE?
I am so helpless with rage.


Uh. Appologies for the swearing.

Leonard is not aware of time.

[a random line, selected by writing down the first thing I saw when I looked at the first page, from my Screen/Print essay which I actually quite like]

Today was a wonderful, sleepy day. A warm and fuzzy day of pajamas and bed socks. If only I could have curled up on my bed with a cup mug (mug is a warmer word) of hot chocolate and the third book of the Farseer Trilogy, opened the curtains and watched the rain out the window when I didn't feel like reading... Yes. The only thing that would have made today more perfect in this sense is rain, a lack of assignments to be done, and the third book of the Farseer Trilogy, or maybe Northern Lights, [I've been thinking about the Dark Materials trilogy often lately]. Of course, it can't be a perfect day for another reason [one I'm sure you're all sick of me whining about, so I won't.]

I think my essay is actually a load of bollox, but, on the other hand, I think my Creative Writing thing is quite good. I also drew up a map of the place where my story takes place [which I am rather proud of], although I shouldn't have done that today. I'm getting a bit carried away with the preparation for the story, though - histories and whatnot. It's fun. And I suppose it will be useful for future reference. Depth and stuff.
Yep.

The history thing, I think, will turn out nicely - I get to do Charlemagne, yay.
You won't see much of me at UniSFA tomorrow. I'll be there in the morning before Psych but, I think that'll be about it. The same, probably for tomorrow.
Oh. lone_one, I can't remember which History lecture we shook on you attending *grins* was it this tuesday? I think it was. If that's the case I'll have to show you where the lecture theatre is tomorrow, if that's ok, because I've agreed to meet my partner-of-assignment thing tomorrow for some last minute calabration, and 9am is the only time we have a break at the same time [can you believe the luck (or lack thereof)]...

It'd suck to be The Grim Reaper. No-one loves you. And when people are happy to see you, it can only be a sad thing.

I feel like I have something I need to say, but I don't know what it is. Does anyone else get that feeling? It's a bit tiresome, to tell the truth.

I was so surprised today when I saw this site again. It's been so long. Really. It has. Last time I linked it I was at deadjournal...

I think the lamest things sometimes. But how is it, that what I mean the most, from the heart, always comes out so clichéd and sappy?