soulstar: (Feeling lost)
  1. My lovely liek_omg_Noxie came to stay for a week and we did stuff like:
    • meander around the Old Town and shop and stuff;
    • have Sunday lunch with Ally, [ profile] ladymoonray and [ profile] tamaranth, then repair to the beach where Ally made me into beach art (which I am now suffering for, as I seem to have had a nasty allergic reaction to the feathers she stuck in my sandals, oops) and then go see PotC3 of which I will probably burble more in another post (in short: awesome! but also with the bitter-sweet.);
    • go to Brighton and shop in the Lanes;
    • go to the fabulous Tokio Hotel gig at the Islington Carling Academy which rocked like a very rocking rock gig with added hot boys, hoorah!;
    • watch Doctor Who (see below) and Holby Blue (police boyfriends!) and Life on Mars (the police boyfriends OTP!), but miss Dalziel and Pascoe (original police boyfriends!), oops;
    and all in all it was a very fast paced week!

  2. Doctor Who OMG *FLAIL* ahdfjshgasigfjhsklfjsdakljf!!!!!!!!!!!!ELEVENTY!!!!!!!!! etc etc etc and so on.  Seriously, hgfusjhfioasjfiodsj.  Can be no more coherent.  Except, oh yeah: *LOVELOVELOVE*.  Also, GUH.  (Possibly more on this to come if I can string something together without my brain shorting out.)

  3. I really want to write fic now.  A lot.  I have thoughts / bunnies tumbling around my head for LoM, PotC and now DW.  But no time to sit and write, waaah!  Unless I try in the back of the car tomorrow and Tuesday.  But I've also been having that problem where I have the ideas, but getting them out of my head and down into story form is just hard.  Bad brain, behave better. 

  4. There is no number 4 (those from the beach on Sunday should know what that means) *g*

  5. My insurance thingy from the car accident back in December has been settled (the person who hit me and the other car is, amazingly, officially fully responsible) so I should be getting the payment through soon.  This is a big relief, cos it means I'll be able to pay the rent I owe, and so on.  Debt cancellation = yay.

  6. My aunt Mary died.  She was one of my Dad's older sisters, one of the mad Irish twins, the one he was closest to.  She had cancer, we knew it was coming fairly soon, but then it happened even more quickly than expected.  Her heart gave way, having been weakened by a slight stroke from a while ago.  To be honest, that was probably the best thing, because the cancer was pretty horrible and painful for her.  She went peacefully, and even though I'll miss her and I wish I could have seen or at least spoken to her again, I love her and I'm glad of that.  So I'm going to try to remember her as she was: a wonderfully eccentric and energetic lady.  And here's a photo of me and her at Christmas a few years ago, with her dogs Holly (curled up on the sofa) and Flame (the noble-looking but-really-naughty one *g*) cut because it's huuuuuge )
    She doesn't look 80-ish, does she?  Not that any of Dad's family have ever looked or acted their ages.  Hee :-)  So yes.  It's that spirit of... mischievousness that I want to remember.  And preferably keep alive.  It seems to run in the family anyway, and I think that's mostly a good thing.

  7. However, funerals, particularly since Dad's, make me cry my eyes out.  So I'm probably going to be in a bit of a state for the actual event.  :-/  I hate that.  I don't want to upset my poor cousin Ray even more with my own over-emotionalism.  Bottling it up's no good either, though.  Ah well, I expect I'll be OK.

  8. On the other hand, part of me is looking forward to seeing my cousins and my aunt Gladys again.  I wish we all lived a bit nearer each other and could get together more often.  The last few years, it's only been for 'family event' type things.  Still, at least Ray is moving back down here soon.  That'll be good.

  9. So tomorrow me, Mum and Martin are off up to Blackpool for the funeral on Tuesday morning.  Since I can't drive (I've been de-licensed due to my meds) I'm relegated to the back seat of the car, in charge of foodstuffs, knitting, reading pr0n the map if the non-driver wants a break, and (possibly) writing fic, while M and Mum do the driving.  Mostly M, or we won't be there for a week, as Mum hasn't driven any further than Eastbourne (about 20 miles max) since she started driving again, and is a bit intimidated by the thought of motorways and lorries.  This means she'll likely be going at 40mph in the slow lane... at which point I'll be laying down in the back seat and pretending not to be there at all ;-)  No, I'm sure she won't be that bad... she has no probs with going at 60 along the relevant bits of road to Battle and Eastbourne.  Anyway, the point is, going now, back Tuesday evening.

  10. TTFN.  *waves*

soulstar: (Love & laughter)
Just dropping by to say HAPPY NEW YEAR!  I'm having a quiet one - I vegged in front of the telly, knitting and watching the Hootenanny.  Yes, I know, aren't I boring?  I think I did this last year too, actually.  Clara and Chaz don't seem to be doing their New Year get-together now they have little Michael - maybe next year I'll do one.  But this is nice and relaxing too :-)

Since I haven't posted since then, Christmas was good.  I didn't get any decorations up here, but I have displayed my cards - thank you [ profile] tamaranth (and for the awesome CD! Hee!!), [ profile] train_in_vain, [ profile] urbanfae (and for the PRESSIES! *love*), [ profile] sanda56 and [ profile] elen_ancalimaPresents, blah blah )

So, here's hoping that 2007 is a good one! (Must think up some resolutions!  But for now, I'm off to bed.)

soulstar: (ARGH!!!1!!)
I know, I know.  All I ever do in this journal is whine and moan, and make a load of drama out of not a whole lot really.  And I've been thinking about that recently: even though I tend to think of myself as being on LJ for fannish purposes, and even though I (initially at least) got to know almost everyone on my flist via one fandom or another... I hardly ever post fannish stuff myself.  Just omg-my-life-is-soooo-hard (sitting around at home on my computer all day not working, woe is me, hah!) stuff.  So!  I'm going to try and balance it out a bit more.  Inflict my fannish thoughts on here as well as everything else.  Oh yeah, and talk about the more positive day-to-day stuff as well ;-)

Thing is, though, this journal acts as a bit of a safety valve for me.  I get all the melodrama off my chest by writing it in here, and then I can go on and deal with life much more easily.  It's all very therapeutic! *g*  Also, I sometimes have my tongue in my cheek about the level of WOE... I hope that comes across.  Because I know I can be too deadpan in 'real life' - it's a bad habit. Mwahah.  But my Mum certainly thought the other day that I was serious about the temporary loss of my broadband that's coming up being the end of the world as far as I was concerned.  Uh, no, I think I'll live.  I'm not pleased, but I'm not going to be cast into the depths of deepest despair.  Anyway, I have a cunning plan (cunning like a fox!).

But for now, I shall have a vent (with a bit of redeeming mockery), if nobody minds.  And if you do, well, I'm going to do it behind a cut tag, so you can just skip on by! )

And to balance things out I shall make a Post of Yay tomorrow (too late now - *yawn*).  I promise. :-)

Weird day

Dec. 6th, 2006 04:33 pm
soulstar: (End of the line)
It's been kind of an odd day so far.  First of all I checked my flist and saw the news about both Laz's dad and minitrogTrog.  Which, you know.  I can't think of anything to say about that doesn't sound stupid and/or trite.

Then there's car accident stuff )

As well as all that, there's tedious moving stuff )
soulstar: (Why?)
Today (technically yesterday by now), I had a lovely day - I drove up to chez [ profile] ladymoonray, [ profile] swisstone, [ profile] tamaranth, et al, and took the train with them up to Charing Cross, then walked back across the bridge where we met lots of lovely people - most of whom where new to me in RL if not by LJ-in-passing - and had a scrummy South American Christmas lunch.  Fun, and bit different!  I left at about 5:30 along with [ profile] ladymoonray and [ profile] swisstone, cos I was getting kind of tired, and had to drive back from their place as well after taking the train back that far.  So far so good.  Hoorah!  Anyway, the fresh air perked me up, and I decided not to dawdle too much on the way home, though I didn't want to rush it either.

So off I went, and this is where it all goes a bit wrong )

And now I've got that off my chest I feel... still kind of weird and wobbly, actually.  Huh.  Suck.  Maybe I should try sleeping, after all.
soulstar: (Louberry)
It's funny how these unexpected LJ hiatuses sometimes end up soooo very long.  Summer of '06, where did you go to?  Oh, that's right: you disappeared under a mountain of Stargate Atlantis fanfic.  Mwahah.  Not that it's all been fun and fic - I haven't been well, so pretty much all I could do was read.  But things are looking up again now.  I'm mostly alright, the mog's alright (his kaputted leg seems fine again), and I might even start reading my Flist again at some point in the nearish future instead of occasionally skimming a page and then running away in fear ;-)

On the 'bah' side of things, I'm living in a building site (not fun, fecking noisy, dust not agreeing with allergies or asthma) as the house is being renovated, I'm going to have to move to the flat upstairs at a date as yet unspecified so that this one can be done (omg, packing), and it takes me a really long time to do anything because my grasp on the whole 'time' thing has gone kind of weird.  But I'm getting better with that.  I think.  Not nearly well enough to even think about trying to work again just yet, but I'm sure I'll get there.  Finally, I'm not going to be able to afford to keep my car for much longer, which sucks.  But I do have a plan to make the most of it while I can.

On the 'yay' side, SGA is especially shiny and fun (enjoying the new season, will probably babble more about this soon), and in other fannishness I've started re-poking the LoM fic that I abandoned when my head fell apart.  Oh, and I'm doing a big giant catchy-uppy thing for SG-1: I used to watch religiously back in the day, but then I didn't have Sky any more, so I'd seen seasons 1-4 when they were on Sky, then scattered eps from seasons 5 (inc. 48 Hours), 6, and possibly 7.  So anyway, I decided I wanted to watch it allllllllll again from the start, so I am.  Wheee.  I'm about half way through S3 right now, but I'm also thinking about jumping in and watching S9 so that I can watch S10 at the same time as I'm watching SGA S3.... but then I think, hmm, do I want to watch S8 first (after all, I already cheated and watched the season ender for that because hello, Rodney), and ooo, what about the end of S7 because that has relevance for SGA anyway, and, and.... ack!  What was I saying again?

Anyway, yes, 'yay' things.  I went to see Pirates of the Carribean 2 with Ally the other week... only it had sold out, so we ended up making much better use of a lovely summer evening, crunching along the beach and then meandering through the old town, topping off the night by playing the tuppeny arcades and (in my case) winning prizes of Tacky Badness.  Hee!  And then we actually made it to see PotC2 the next day, and it was fabulous.  Mmmmm, drunken, scruffy Norrington.  It made me very happy.  I've also been out and about to a few other places, and last week Char came down for a visit and dyed my hair for me - I now once again (near enough) match my icon.  Hoorah!  I had about 6" roots, and the rest had faded to coppery auberny red.  We also went to Battle Wool Shop, where we bought steel wool to knit chain mail and the like.  Well, no.  But Char got lots, and I got a couple of things, and we spent a long time along with another customer and under the amused and indulgent eye of the shop lady, stroking and drooling over some of the more expensive and tasty yarn they have there.  This has now reminded me of all the half-done projects that are lying around the flat, so I'm clicking sticks with a vengence once more.

Er, and I think that's about it, and since this is now reeeeeally long... I'll stop now.  STOP
soulstar: (I love my car!)
Is it a bird? Is is a plane? )

Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom! :-D
soulstar: (Working)
I should be working.  I should be writing a really easy javascript rollover for this client's site.  It will take me all of 5 mins.  I like writing code.

I'm not doing it.

I'm kind of writing fic instead.  Well, not "kind of".  I am.  Bad Lou.  I ought to leave the fic writing til later.  Fic = no money.  Website = yay money!  Plus, the fic is probably a load of rubbish, and the site is looking fairly OK.  And EARNS ME MONEY.  Come on, self, get motivated.

I spose the trouble is, it's so nice to be able to write again (both fictionally and factually - note me actually posting here again after months of silence) that I don't want to stop.  My words came back, and I want to use them, damnit.  And since tons of ideas turned up alongside the words.... yeah.  Writey McWrite.

In other news (See The Mighty Lou Procrastinate for England!):
  • One of our dustbins returned as mysteriously as it had vanished.  No sign of the other one, though.  And the Letting Agent surprised me slightly by offering to ask the Landlord if he'd buy replacements even though the dustbins "weren't on the inventory".  Well of course they bloody weren't: they're outside!  The inventory was only of things in the flat.  Which was, um, nothing other than the carpets, kitchen cabinets, and built-in oven.  But anyway.  He won't buy a new one, I'm sure, but at least they offered to ask.  Heh.

  • Rang the DVLA (again) to check on the progress of getting-my-driving-licence-back.  After I'd had the authorisation form from my doctor, I rang the clinic on the Monday and spoke to my doctor's secretary.  She told me to include a letter to the doctor when I sent the form back.  So I did, and a couple of days later he called me to see how I was doing (I'd told him in the letter, but someone else could have written that for me, after all) as he was filling out the medical questionnaire then.  So, he now has it from me that I'm not having the sleeping probs any more, and presumably the questionnaire was sent back to the DVLA not long after that.  Which would have been around 24th Feb, let's say.  However, the DVLA haven't "officially received" it yet.  Because according to the chap I spoke to yesterday, it can take them up to three weeks - let me say that again in case you missed it: three weeks - to "process mail and enter it into the system" once it's physically arrived, and until they've done that, it doesn't count as having been received.

    *HEADDESK*  I just have no more words.  I have an acronym, though: FFS.  *sigh*

Alright.  Must stop with the procrastination now.  Work!  Money!!  Yaaaaaaaaay!!!  (Wow, and that almost worked, as well...)


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