I can has username?

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 13:33:06 GMT

So, how's Wales going at the moment?

Private

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 13:31:16 GMT

Why is it that I'm having more fun spending time with Pierre than I do with my own boyfriend?

:( He was so good to me last night. All I want to do is open this post to him and talk to him some more. That shouldn't be a bad thing. This suck.s

Still alive!

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:44:51 GMT

Oh London. Where else will you find Irish pubs, with Scottish names, run by Poles?

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 08:09:08 GMT

I'm in London, bitches!!!! \m/ \m/

London!!!

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 05:54:55 GMT

Check me out, I'm going to be in London as of Monday next week and that means I'm going to be seeing you, Renee, and checking out if those sex toys of yours are as mighty as you like to say they are!

And Ryan, you big lug, I hope you are doing okay, because you haven't been very communicable since getting there. I hope I'll get to see you, maybe we can do coffee, or lunch, one day next week?

Hell Yeah!!

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 07:38:59 GMT

Here is a new name to call your penis. Or someone else's if you don't have your own.

My penis's new name is Prince Charlie the Ultrasonic Intruder.
Take Name Your Penis by badasstronaut. today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 11:26:52 GMT

Birthday? I didn't know it was a birthday day today.

Happy birthday Pierre, and all the fun and hugs that entails! And more, if you know what I mean. :P Although, it's pretty much the end of the day now, but the wishes are still good, right??

Ahhh, holidays have started. Holidays, holidays!!! I know that I'm excited, I know at least two other people who will be reading this who are happy about that too. And now? Now I get to start to think about the dates I'm going to end up spending in London during my summer holiday!!!

Filtered to Ryan, then opened to Anna

Tue, 27 May 2008 05:58:49 GMT

Ryan? You doing okay? I was going to post something of a reply on your journal, before I saw the claws coming out and thought 'my claws are definitely too blunt for this one'.

Look, I didn't mean to make any big or bad issue out of the vampire joke. I can stop it, if you like.

And, if you want to tell me anything about London, or, anything, really, you can, okay? And it's okay if you don't, too. Just sounds like some pretty heavy shit went down in London before you came here.

Another day, another lovely coffee date with Justine- posted then Deleted

Tue, 27 May 2008 04:59:45 GMT

I meant to post this! Who says that lj can have private posts that can be accidentally clicked on anyway? Sometimes I don't know... *shakes head* Okay, this is a bit belated, cause we over in Wales have been finding it funny for a couple of weeks now, but I thought it could be shared by the lovely people of London.

Pierre's potential homosexuality is a conversation of the past, he'll be glad to know. Justine and I haven't been talking about Pierre at all, in fact. Instead, we talked about Justine's housemate's being a Vampire!!

That's right! For some reason, Justine seemed to think this topic a far less controversial one (read: one less likely to get her into trouble :D) but I don't know why! Her housemate is a blood sucking Fiend!

Unless, of course, he's a vampire more inclined towards Anne Rice's vampire living. In which case, he'll only suck your blood if you give in to his Puppy Dog Eyes (TM).

So what is it, Ryan? Which kinda vamp are you?

Filtered to Pierre

Sat, 10 May 2008 12:01:55 GMT

So, did Renee get her birthday present, specially sent from Wales? ;)

Sun, 04 May 2008 09:26:39 GMT

So, Sunday's a good day to post, is it? Okay then....

I think today's highlight was when, during a conversation with Justine, I thought that Pierre was gay.

:D:D:D

Doof!!

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 10:17:17 GMT

Sometimes I am such a doof! Renee must have thought Wales was the last backwater country in the world when she mentioned Deirdre to me and I said I had no idea who she was.

Wales isn't the backwater here. I am! >.<

And now I've got that out of my system, everyone else seems to be having a good night, and I am too. ;) Talking to peeps online, and my boy should be arriving here to pick me up any moment now.

I'm going to London!!!

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 02:07:09 GMT

I'm going to London next weekend with Ryan!!

Logan said it was okay that I can stay in their spare room for a couple of nights, and, OMGSQUEEE!! I might even get to meet some more of Ryan's London friends. Renee was wonderful to meet in person last night! And I bet they're all just as nice as her.

I didn't think I'd be getting to go there until at least the end of the school year. Eeeeeeeeee!!!!!

And also? ROADTRIP!!! :D:D:D

Damnit, I can post poetry stuff too!!

Sat, 19 Apr 2008 05:56:13 GMT

Ryan reminded me that there was something I wanted to post in this space. And it's still four hours or so till housewarming celebrations begin, so I can definitely waste more time on here.

And in that interest, I said happy poetry on his journal. Well, this is happy, isn't it?

MEDEA: Thou craven villain (for that is the only name my tongue can
find for thee, a foul reproach on thy unmanliness), comest thou to
me, thou, most hated foe of gods, of me, and of all mankind? 'Tis
no proof of courage or hardihood to confront thy friends after injuring
them, but that worst of all human diseases-loss of shame. Yet hast
thou done well to come; for I shall ease my soul by reviling thee,
and thou wilt be vexed at my recital. I will begin at the very beginning.
I saved thy life, as every Hellene knows who sailed with thee aboard
the good ship Argo, when thou wert sent to tame and yoke fire-breathing
bulls, and to sow the deadly tilth. Yea, and I slew the dragon which
guarded the golden fleece, keeping sleepless watch o'er it with many
a wreathed coil, and I raised for thee a beacon of deliverance. Father
and home of my free will I left and came with the to Iolcos, 'neath
Pelion's hills, for my love was stronger than my prudence. Next I
caused the death of Pelias by a doom most grievous, even by his own
children's hand, beguiling them of all their fear. All this have I
done for thee, thou traitor! and thou hast cast me over, taking to
thyself another wife, though children have been born to us. Hadst
thou been childless still, I could have pardoned thy desire for this
new union. Gone is now the trust I put in oaths. I cannot even understand
whether thou thinkest that the gods of old no longer rule, or that
fresh decrees are now in vogue amongst mankind, for thy conscience
must tell thee thou hast not kept faith with me. Ah! poor right hand,
which thou didst often grasp. These knees thou didst embrace! All
in vain, I suffered a traitor to touch me! How short of my hopes I
am fallen! But come, I will deal with the as though thou wert my friend.
Yet what kindness can I expect from one so base as thee? But yet I
will do it, for my questioning will show thee yet more base. Whither
can I turn me now? to my father's house, to my own country, which
I for thee deserted to come hither? to the hapless daughters of Pelias?
A glad welcome, I trow, would they give me in their home, whose father's
death I compassed! My case stands even thus: I am become the bitter
foe to those of mine own home, and those whom I need ne'er have wronged
I have made mine enemies to pleasure thee. Wherefore to reward me
for this thou hast made me doubly blest in the eyes of many wife in
Hellas; and in thee I own a peerless, trusty lord. O woe is me, if
indeed I am to be cast forth an exile from the land, without one friend;
one lone woman with her babes forlorn! Yea, a fine reproach to thee
in thy bridal hour, that thy children and the wife who saved thy life
are beggars and vagabonds! O Zeus! why hast thou granted unto man
clear signs to know the sham in gold, while on man's brow no brand
is stamped whereby to gauge the villain's heart?

Friends Only

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 11:16:42 GMT

My Uncle Logan and Aunt Asia are having a baby. It's so exciting! His name is going to be Jacob Aaron Mara, and apparently Asia is already showing. She's already three months along, but I only found out today because my dad apparently only remembered to tell me today. *headdesk*

Don't you just hate it when a parental split means you don't immediately hear about Exciting News (TM) about your own uncle as soon as it happens?

I'm so going to call them, but it'll have to wait until I have dinner at my mum's house tomorrow, because there's no way this house can afford a phone call to London.

But you know what this means? I mean, I can't very well have a new cousin that I never meet. So, London trips! Because who can have too many baby sitters on hand?? And Logan was always my favorite uncle. He would have been, even if he wasn't my only uncle.

And there you have it. That is my daily news.

And after midnight we're all the same.

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 09:13:37 GMT

Had fun hearing the general squee about a friend of mine getting a house today. Or rather, three friends, well, almost, anyway. I'm sure they'll become friends. And then there was the spamming of one of their journals. That was fun too.

On the theme of fairy tale inclined music, I have another one today, from a band called The Birthday Massacre that I just can't get enough of. That's a good thing, if you didn't know.

This story's missing a wishing well.
No mirror to show and tell.
No kiss that can break the spell.
I'm falling asleep.

Every prince is a fantasy.
The witch is inside of me.
Her poison will wash away the memory.

We kill the lights and put on a show.
It's all a lie.
But you never know.
The start will shine,
And then it will fall
And you will forget it all.

And after midnight we're all the same.
No glass shoe to bring us fame.
Nobody to take the blame.
We're falling apart

Every story's a waiting game.
A flower for every name.
Their colors are paling in the falling rain.

We kill the lights and put on a show.
It's all a lie.
But you never know.
The start will shine,
And then it will fall
And you will forget it all.

Now you know.

It's so much better to pretend theres something waiting for you here.
Every letter that you wrote has found its way to me, my dear.
You can make believe that what you say is what I want to hear.
I'll keep dancing through this beautiful delusional career.
Faking every tear.
Looking like a compromise suicide.
Keeping my dreams alive.

Ugh :(

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 15:26:50 GMT

And just like that, you too can learn Charlie's 2 Step Program towards making oneself utterly and hopelessly sick.

I'm so not repeating this for my 21st.

All the little sounds hurt.

I can post song lyrics too!

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 08:56:04 GMT

What am I listening to, right now, you ask? Why, I answer, A Perfect Circle. It is even a song called Sleeping Beauty, which is the name of a fairy tale, albeit one with seriously chauvinistic themes. Seriously, a princess needs a man to kiss her awake and take over her castle thereafter? Pfft.

Nevertheless, the song is pretty, and I think I like this telling better. Here, have lyrics.

Delusional I believed I could cure it all for you dear
Coax or trick or drive or drag the demons from you
Make it right for you sleeping beauty
Truly thought I could heal you
Far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to rescue sleeping beauty
Drunk on ego truly thought I could make it right
If I kissed you one more time to help you face the nightmare
But youre far too poisoned for me
Such a fool to think that I could wake you from your slumber
That I could actually heal you
Sleeping beauty poisoned and hopeless
Far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
Failing miserably to find a way to comfort you
Far beyond a visible sign of you awakening
And hiding from some poisoned memory
Poisoned and hopeless sleeping beauty