Noelle said she’s probably going to have a Pirate themed party for her 21st. I think it’ll be fun! She asked what the female equivalent of a pirate would be, I said “a wench” but she didn’t like that because she wanted something that wasn’t a synonym for whore. I think. So I said “maiden”, but maybe that’s the wrong period. I’m not sure. The whole point is, a female pirate i think would be a whore, that’s why wench has negative connotations. Pirates are nasty people! Now we think it’s cool to be a pirate, but the word ‘pirate’ instilled fear in the hearts of many people back when they were prolific and sailed the high seas, terrorizing the poor hobby sailor etc. I mean, i like being a pirate too, but i think it’s like people in the future wanting to dress up as Nazis for a National Socialist Themed Party… I know that Prince Harry already dressed up as a Nazi, but he got blasted for it. You wouldn’t get into that sort of trouble for dressing up as a pirate, but maybe you would have back when pirates were a real issue in day-to-day life, that’s my point. I realise that pirates still exist, but not in the same capacity as they used to. There used to be mercenaries as well, and the world just isn’t in the same situation it was then, no ones hiring anymore. Those mercenaries had to get other jobs, such as canvassers in King George Square. Don’t look them in the eye – that’s how they get you!

I want to watch The Simpsons tonight because it looks like it’ll be funny, and I haven’t watched it in a while. I haven’t been home on a Monday night in while! Feels strange to be here, like the week is sort of skewiff, and i missed out on a day. Tomorrow night is 4400!! Marco! and on thursday we have our team outing for work, which will be good because i think we probably get to wear civvies to work that day. Then Friday also. it’s like on the episode of the Simpsons, where the kids have to wear uniforms and lose their identities and all sense of individuallity, then when it rains the uniforms weren’t colourfast so they went rainbow and all the kids went psycho… i think that’s what it’s like when schools have civvies day, no one does any work. Maybe to a lesser extent it happens at work too, or maybe it’s just because it’s Friday. Maybe it wouldn’t be so pronounced and obvious if it were say Wednesday or something. Yes i realise my grammar is terrible at the moment.

Anyway. I have to go if i want to watch simpsons. And i do. so i’m going.

We went out to Cleveland today to visit nathan’s house. it was a nice place, the dining room/kitchen/balcony on the second floor were beautiful. They have a humongous TV… Rosie was especially jealous because they have Pay TV, but i could take it or leave it. It doesn’t really mean that much to me. Probably the only shows I make a point of watching are House (We Can Be Heros also, which sucks because they’re on at conflicting times), Lost (after this week won’t even be an issue because it’s over anyway. Plus i already know everything that happens from the episode synopses on the internet), ummmmmmmmmmmm not really sure of anything else. Otherwise it’s just a case of if i’m home then i might watch tv, but i am often doing other things during prime time. I was really disappointed when they took off NCIS. That was probably the only other show i would actually make sure i was home to watch. Whatever happened to shows like Earth 2, Seaquest, Dark Angel… Whenever the tv stations get anything with any imagination, out it goes to be replaced by the same old crap. And don’t even get me started on the unbelievable level of opportunistic terror-mongering that the new series of 24 reached. Crappy acting and poorly-disguised propaganda for the current social climate? Serve me up a dish of that! And then watch me vomit all over it.

On to better things… I saw a preview for Howl’s Moving Castle, had Rosie whispering in my ear “That witch is exactly the same as the one from Spirited Away!” Yeah but she’s not a witch, Einstein, she’s just an old woman. I think the fact that anime characters don’t differ that much one to the other has been waxed over many, many times before, in great detail, by people who actually take greater interest in the subject matter and would therefore have a more informed opinion. I have been trying to get a copy of Laputa: Castle in the sky  for a while now. I checked out HMV online and they CLAIM to have it, but then i go into the store and there’s none on the shelves. It was a good waste of time, so i don’t really mind, but i did really want to see it. I want to get the whole set. I’ve already seen Grave of the Fireflies, and that’s the only one I’ve seen that I don’t already own. I cried so much in that movie. WAAAAAAAAAH Whack a few cuts on my wrist and call me an emo (oops! been there, done that!)

I’m reading I have a bed made of buttermilk pancakes for the second time, and I really like it. I mean, i liked it the first time, but I like it just as much now. I can feel myself thinking in the language of the book, which usually happens when i really get into something i’m reading. It’s so sweet. Next I’ll be reading The Gathering again, which i read a couple of times in high school but haven’t seen since.

THere’s a few other books i want to get, which i saw when i was wandering around Borders on Saturday, but they’ll have to wait for another month or so. Maybe when I get my bonus. But then again, that’s all going to go straight onto the holiday. Mum paid for the Airfares, the taxes and the insurance on saturday morning, so now all we have to organise is half the money for the tour, which will be half our trip over there. the other half of the time we’ll be on our own. Noelle and I are going to Denmark to visit Legoland! hopefully. I also want to go to russia for cheap things, but i think you still need to get a visa to visit there.

ANYWAY shouldn’t stay up too late tonight, i haven’t been feeling well for the past few days and i have NO sick days left!

All you “Emo” (read: scene) kids out there really need to wake up and smell the coffee. These little traits of the emo sub-culture should not just be things that you do so you can count yourselves one of the tortured few. If it’s a conscious choice, it’s not genuine and you’re just looking for an identity.

AGH!

Anyway. Went to the travel agent today, and it’s really happening. In four months time Lauren & I will be jetsetting off to London via Brunei and Dubai (one question we gotta ask ourselves is do we feel lucky? well, do ya? Maybe I do.. maybe someone spiked my drink with felix felicis… Maybe it’s just recklessness or not buying into the state of terror the rest of the world seems to be in. And me with all my conspiracy theories! Really, what is the world coming to?!) Then off to Amsterdam, the Rhine Valley, Munich, Innsbruck, Venice, Florence, Rome, Paris and then back to London. We’ll be there for another two weeks before going home, so that’s when we’ll be heading over to Denmark, etc. We’ll also be meeting up with Noelle and visiting the Great Hall, the Churches and castles and everything else of any interest.

I’m going to have to get a camera or maybe get a couple of memory sticks for Lauren’s camera. Also have to get boots, a jacket, thermals, luggage… Not to mention passports > <. oh well. I guess we’re pretty unorganised. I mean, i sent away for my birth certificate but then they told me i had no id! wtf? Why would I bother? How stupid do they think I am? And then they waste the cost of postage to send me a letter telling me that? lol… all i am ever going to have are photocopies of ids,as I live in QLD now. How difficult do they want to make it for me? I’ll call them on Monday. Monday monday monday. It should be good. I’m enjoying work at the moment, the investigating and then finalising things… it’s interesting.

whatever. nighto!

I enjoyed work today. Yay! good day at work! plus I went to the gym, and Naomi said we can do boxing on Wednesday instead of usual weights and stuff….sounds fun! Also, am going to some premiere at the Dendy of a new film of William McInnes’s, and he is going to be there at the premiere. As a sim would say: “CoooW!” Then sometime this week Rot and I will go see The Island. The only reason I haven’t seen this one yet is because I have a 2 for 1 ticket that only starts from 11th August.. Otherwise I woulda just seen if when it came out.

Peepee is in my room. I hate hearing the tell-tale shuffling around sounds that he makes when he looks through everything. What the hell are you looking for?! Anytime I say something to him, he gets really scared and looks sort of put-upon, and it makes me feel guilty because he probably wasn’t doing anything untoward, and it’s just my pessimistic mind casting aspersions on the character of an innocent cat.

Grey’s anatomy starts tonight. Noelle said it was good, so I will trust her and watch it. It sounds interesting, and I like House, so I think it will be good.

Peepee is purring. I can hear him from here. He’s the least cuddly, most skittish cat, yet he is the loudest and quickest to purr.

I am in TV LOVE with Marco from 4400. I wish he was a real person. I mean his character, because it’s not like he’s a cartoon or something. Even if he was a real person, it’s not like it would make the slightest difference anyway. Also, I’m insane.

I’m not in the mood to write. Haven’t been in the mood for quite some time. That’s probably why there’s so much shit in my head, there’s no outlet for it. I always feel better after I write… clearer. But at the moment it’s so difficult to write that it’s almost painful. I don’t feel like writing about the usual everyday things that happen, but i have nothing else to write about. Everything that happens is usual. I wish something would happen that is unusual. I’d like to be put in an awkward situation just to freakin’ FEEL something for a change. I’m living in a sensory deprivation tank. When everything was happening in London, I was almost willing something similar to happen here, just to break the monotony, change the way people look at things. We’re so medicated here… our culture, our society, serves to cushion us. We’re cocooned in cotton wool, no one knows how much shit goes on around the world. Don’t get me wrong… I don’t wish anyone dead… NOT AT ALL. When it’s your time, it’s your time. That’s all there is to it. Choirs of angels don’t sing, usually you don’t open your eyes one last time to utter your final, meaningful sentence to a tearful loved-one standing conveniently close-by. Fuck Hollywood. Oh how dark and brooding of me! How clichéd! (Don’t begrudge me the lack of an accent on the e. I know not how to do this without opening character map and i’m too fucking rantish to do it).

Anyway. that’s all. hate me.