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...And some of us are in the gutter, thoroughly enjoying the view.
I just managed to sew my sewing machine to the bit of material I was working on. I just - I don't even - what? I spent a good twenty minutes dismantling the thing and I still don't know how I did that!
...That said, six hours in front of a sewing machine and I'm not sure what planet I'm on, let alone what I did to prompt that. *blink*
I committed a cardinal sin today, too - I threw out a spool of thread when it was only half finished. *the horror!* In my defence, it was an awful slippery, horribly manufactured-feeling thread that was impossible to work with and not have it snarl up, tangle or - as happened today - bunch up and turn my nice row of sewing-machine-stitches into an aquamarine version of The Thing from the Black Lagoon. *growl* I had to re-do one bit three times and the wrong way around before I could get it looking halfway decent, rargh!
All in all, considering that I was crashed out in a heap fast asleep until lunchtime, I feel quite productive. ^_^; Wonder if I can get away with slipping my knitting into an exam...
Current mood:
productive.Current music: Nothing yet, the laptop just crashed again. -_-.
SEND HALP I'VE BEEN DISNEY'D
Current mood:
silly.
BWAAAAARGH SCIENCE DEPARTMENT DIEINNAFIRE. GAAAH.
Current mood:
aggravated.
When you're grinding to a halt on your bike, you know you've got problems. When you're grinding to a halt because of how strong the wind is, I kind of want to stay in bed.
Current mood:
shocked.Current music: Scarier than the un-der-ta-ker - dammit!.
Okay, so everyone knows that I'm a sucker for mush and happy-ever-after stories even if I sit and snark my way through some of them. I've also always been a Disney kid - you know, grew up going to see all the films in the cinema, terrified by Ursula and traumatised by the whale in Pinocchio, that kind of thing - but I've never really liked the Disney princesses. (With the exception of Kida and Jasmine, mind, since say what you like but kissing Jafar takes guts.) The idea that all you have to do to get a gender-stereotype of a saccharine happy ever after is be Good makes me nauseous if it's just passive-Good rather than fighting for what you want Good, the behave-the-right-way good instead of the ideological alignment...
...Anyway.
Point I'm trying to wind my way to is that the sequels to Cinderella, by some amazing twist of fate, are actually fairly decent. A Disney princess figuring out that hey, going from a noble daughter in rags to being a princess with actual duties is difficult! And having to work to keep her happy ever after! And charging around on horseback having to fight her way out of a possessed pumpkin driven by a demon cat! ...Or maybe that part's just me. ;)
So. Yes. Cindy 3 is actually pretty good. ^_^;; And they give the Prince some personality at last, poor boy, not to mention having people go O____O;; at the talking mice. I mean, wouldn't you?
(For the record, though, Little Mermaid 2 is creeping me out juuuust a little bit. Plus bonus WTF sea wall right around the edge of the little spit of beach next to the castle? Fior is both having nasty flashbacks and critiquing the construction.)
EDIT: ...I don't think I like Melody very much. HELLO. PRINCESS. Do not have an angst about zomg everyone's laughing at meeee when they all think it's hilarious that your insane head chef is going all Crocodile Dundee on Sebastian. SAVE THE CRAB-FRIEND. WHERE IS THE EMPATHY AND THE MUST-RESCUE. Yeesh.
...Oh for crying out loud. CONGRATULATIONS ARIEL YOU'VE TURNED INTO YOUR FATHER. GUESS WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW.
Current mood:
thirsty.
I just spent ten minutes on the phone with some poor sod in a call centre doing surveys for some company affiiated with the NHS. At nine o'clock at night.
I thought the guy was another automated call and nearly put the phone down on him. XD He's lucky I was more amused than irritated, though I did call him out on asking for my first name for reference purposes - fair enough, it's a common name and there's plenty of the same one around here - and then asking for my last name as well. Uh, no. ;P
Still, out of all the things he listed off questions about, I only actually use the dentist's. I might have more insight into the maternity wards later on depending on how a friend of mine gets on, but that's a way away yet. (She was always so tiny! Little bitty Christmas-fairy-bodytype girl! How the hell can she be pregnant? ...Aside from the obvious before anyone says it. ;P)
EDIT: ...There we go. In colour this time! Well, in one colour, anyway. ;P Yes, 'Doom, we know you like red.
Current mood:
thoughtful.Current music: Matchbox 20, Busted.
COLD. At least it's stopped raining, but yeesh, it got wintry fast. Trying to get a load of kids in out of the rain is actually harder than you'd think. *facepalm*
For the first mock exam of the lot, it didn't go too bad. I had one boy shuttling between the three rooms because he came in half an hour late and I didn't have my list of who-does-what to hand, but he ended up in the right place - another boy was supposed to have a laptop and didn't, but again, that got sorted thankfully quickly.
I must have been really out of it last week. My list of access arrangement rooms was totally wrong and I've just rewritten it, gah. *head in paws* I kept waking up last night - the one time I checked my watch was 4am, and that was the third time that night so far.
Oh well. One down, twenty-four to go...
Current mood:
exanimate.
The birthday party last night was admittedly more awesome and less flail-inducing than I was expecting, one moment aside, but today all I've been good for has been sleeping til lunch and poking a couple of bits of knitting. And, y'know, the usual standby of 'flop on the sofa and read old logs'. Hence this, which came from reading one of the old Triadchat logs about another party entirely.
***
In amongst the splendour of a richly bedecked mansion, party guests long since gone home and the detritus of their leaving pushed to one side for the morning, those with license granted to stay slept like the proverbial dead.
A single redheaded figure lay flat on his front in one of the smaller guest bedrooms, arms stretched out under his pillow; his weary trek homewards had been forestalled by a sharp smile and the offer of breakfast the next morning. A liberal spattering of bruises over his hips and thighs would make sitting down painful the next day, pride chafing under that night's duties and unwelcome attentions, but company like enough to that of his home would soon restore his usual good humour.
He slept alone, but dreamed of wings and fangs.
Two tired bodies curled close together in another bed, the smaller blonde youth wrapped protectively around his taller lover; their hair tangled together on the pillow, mercifully not catching between them though one's nose was nuzzled close against the other's shoulder. They were bone-weary after a long day and a longer night, the first they'd spent away from home or a hospital bed in a long time - their other partner would worry over them when they came home still tired the next day, but a sound night's dreamless sleep cures most ills.
They slept in each others' arms, and dreams passed them by
Another room, larger still, and a larger bed - four curled together, pale hair and dark caught up between tangled limbs and tangled bodies, too tired tonight to leave for their own beds at the end of the party. Soft skin against hard muscle, battle calluses and manicured nails, full lips and metal fangs, nail varnish and scars, warm and winding together purely for the love of closeness. The next morning, of course, would be another matter entirely.
They slept in a comfortable knot of limbs, and dreamed their own dreams.
***
...it's half past five, dark as midnight outside and all I want to do is go to bed. Bah, I say.
EDIT: ...Don't look at me, I just put down what they tell me. *sigh*
"Scarlatti, dear boy..."
"Hmm?"
"That costume."
"Yes? What about it?"
"Don't you think it's a shame to hide your assets that way?"
"What do you-" ..... "Blackout, if you think I am leaving my aft exposed to any more bruises than I can help- Why do you think I added the cape in?!"
Current mood:
sleepy.Current music: Scala & Kolacny Brothers, Joga.
Oh, for crying out loud. I thought I'd lost a list of Stuff I had to apply for, and where do I find it after five minutes of frazzled searching?
Stapled to the other list of stuff I'd just printed off and put aside.
And this is after continually missing the big red 'TICK HERE' tickybox on three successive applications in a row.
...
I am so very glad it's the weekend.
And if the wannabe supervillains in the headspace could SHUT THE HELL UP for five minutes it would greatly improve my concentration. I'll draw your costumes out
Current music: FFVII Advent Children, Water.
Y'know, this is really, really adorable. I know, I know, I'm behind the times.
Also! O hai Lupie, do you still want an enormous knitted blanket for the artshare thing from ages ago? I never did find out what colours you wanted. ^^;
In other news, I think I've got another 'verse percolating. *tugs braids* Dreadmoon and Starscream are tearing around dressed up as supervillains. ...Well, I say 'Dreadmoon and Starscream'. Starscream's charging around laughing maniacally and having way too much fun while Dreadmoon's sticking his fingers into computers and replacing various limbs with super-toughened acrylic. And also thoroughly enjoying himself, if being rather quieter about it. *facepalm*
......Oh good lord. Mum's just emailed me that a girl I was friends with in school is pregnant. O_O I don't know why that's quite so omgwtf inducing, possibly because she was an absolutely tiny little thing herself, but - zomg, srsly.
EDIT: AAARGH. The one thing, the one long, laborious, boring thing I have to do today, and thenwebsite I need to do it has seized up and died. ASDFHJKLSQUALLPALM.
Spawn of EDIT: FOURTEEN APPLICATIONS IN AN HOUR THANK YOU THANK YOU I WAS HERE ALL WEEK. *...boompf*
Current mood:
cold.Current music: Stan Bush, The Touch.