delga: ([Random] ...the TORNADO!)

Have just discovered that I have to take a specific train according to my ticket, so I'm here for another couple of hours at least. This is excellent, as we just rewatched last night's Who, and it means I don't have to pack yet.

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Guys! The wedding was amazing! I got in at around 6.30pm on Friday and met with the girls at Denz's place where we proceeded to sort out her clothes and our clothes and then look through old photographs. We also had to go and collect a massive leather-bound tome which Denz had ordered for use as a guestbook. Natch we left our scrawls on the back page. As you do.

Saturday morning: getting ready; checking things 100x; planning how to steal stuff. )


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The registration! registration; Schadenfreude. )


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Back to the room to dress Denz for the wedding actual. Unforseen complications: how to remove the top of her suit without fucking up her hair? Solution: wing it. No, but really. In the end there were three of us trying to get the damn thing off. "Hello friends, I can't breathe--" "Shh, serious strategising going on here!"

food & getting dressed; hitched!; fairy-lights; SURPRISE GUESTS; the arrival of the groom's wedding party. )


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Eventually Denz was ready. Bhangra Club; BFF time; Operation: Strangled Tangled Groom; Operation: Ugly Shoes; gift-giving. )


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In Indian ceremonies, the bride's maternal uncles give her away. Denz has one actual maternal uncle and two step-uncles. The three of them carried her in on what is basically a really fancy stretcher. Her dad obviously has really important things to do during the ceremony but he and her stepmum were already at the mandap. Sunni's siblings' little ones threw rice and flower petals, followed by Denz and her uncles, followed by the rest of us. Denz looked absolutely stunning. Like. We'd all seen her get dressed but when she actually stood up she looked radiant. The sari she was wearing was fairly typical - red, white and gold with heavy, heavy beading but she didn't look overwhelmed under it all because her jewellery was tasteful and because the girl has marvellous posture. Then she was sat under the mandap and we ran out of things to do. Bish sat with her for a little while, and Maya and I stayed close at hand in case people needed us to fetch things, but we weren't really needed.

Things got hysterical a couple of times: firstly when the best man realised that he had no idea where the groom's shoes were and Maya winked at him ("What the hell are you doing?" "Winking in triumph!") and secondly after they'd circled the aarti a few times and we started wildly gesturing to Denz that she should really make sure she is the first to sit down, no, really, Denz, SIT YOUR BACKSIDE DOWN RIGHT NOW SIT DOWN. (In theory, whoever sits first rules the roost. Denz was totally down first.) I caught up with Sunni and her husband, and then we all watched as Denz's unmarried brother tried to chat up someone from her in-laws' side. Conclusion: he has no social skills or charm. Jeez.

meeting old friends; the horrendous queue for lunch; bastardising our great and esteemed culture; bargaining for the return of goods; Operation: Grease Lightning. )


And that was it for us. Denz finally left, the wedding party got back into the coach, and we dispersed.

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Bish and I went to Maya's for the evening to change into actual clothes, eat pizza and watch Doctor Who which we all loved viciously. We then saw a trailer for Clash of the Titans and Bish made us jump out of our skin: "THAT IS MADS MIKKI- MIKKOSAN- MAKKOSEN- IT IS THAT GUY!" So we decided that post-Who we'd go to the cinema.

Of course, just as we were leaving we got a call from Denz who had left her suitcase in Maya's car so we went to the cinema by way of Denz's in-laws where we very, very nearly got sucked into the house and held hostage. Maya charmed the hell out of Denz's husband's grandmother, though, and we escaped, though Maya also nearly ended up bringing the best man with us for reasons that are known only to her.

The film was so-so; Mikkelsen was hott; we stayed up until 3am re-watching Doctor Who and singing along to the Glee soundtrack. Badly, of course.

And that was my weekend. Heading home now. Feeling emotionally wrought! Oh boy.

delga: ([bad cop] DUCK CHEER.)


So. THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED TODAY. No word of a lie.


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In other news, I spent most of the evening being educated about various shit. For example, did you know that a) the Jonas Brothers are REAL PEOPLE who b) are THREE in number and c) sing?

No. No, I did not.

Also true: Demi Lovato, not a thing sold in Starbucks! Hilary Duff and Miley Cyrus: different people, not biologically related! My mind: no longer coherent! Quick, someone hold me.

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Work was long and boring, and tomorrow I have to take a train. So.

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IT'S SIXTEEN MIIIILES TO THE PROMISED LAAAAAND
AND I PROMISE YOUUUU I'M DOING THE BEST I CAAAAAAN

And also, hey there Rilo Kiley! I fell out with you for a while because I listened to you a lot a couple of years ago, but it's okay, we're totally BFFs again now. Come out and play! I's got lemonade.

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Sometimes life is just very, very hard, okay.

delga: ([bad cop] CRACK.)


"Okay, you boys can put me down anywhere. Shit, did I just knock over your Coke. My apologizes, as you can see I have no control over my actions. What? No. Fuck you, I’m a camel."

link.

delga: ([bad cop] THERE ARE MANY COPIES.)

Reasons why I love tumblr:


TRUE STORY Y'ALL.

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Dreamt I was having a driving lesson; woke up to learn that I had that joy yet to come. That said, had a great lesson! I did not fuck up all that much! EXCELLENT!

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I nearly always spend Sunday mornings thinking I'm going to catch up with fandom and then not following through. Today I'm not even going to pretend. I want to revamp my profile, too, but I am TOO LAZY for, like, everything! For life! To hell with that!

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Things I may be able to afford around my birthday: a ~trip~ ooh.

delga: ([life] that's zen --is it?)

Eljay has a word limit for interests? What? (Click to enbiggen.)


This is EXTREMELY disappointing.

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Due to more-than-unfortunate circumstances, my theatre buddy is no longer able to be my theatre buddy. Any Brit-based flisters who are interested in seeing The Misanthrope (Damian Lewis! Keira Knightley, if that's your thing!) next week? Excellent seats! Stellar company (aka MOI)! Email me: delgaserasca at gmail et cetera.

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To do tonight: burn my hair into submission; prep self mentally for The Return to Work.

delga: ([middleman] gosh darn heck)

Mostly tumblr is an easy way for me to get rid of the urge to spam eljay with screencaps, but every now andthen it produces some utter gems. Witness: Brian Cox teaching Hamlet to a toddler. UNBELIEVABLY GREAT.

delga: ([bad cop] THERE ARE MANY COPIES.)

delga: ([spooks] lion-hearted girl.)

I'm not sure I really approve of jelly. You can't hold it, and it feels wet to the touch without leaving moisture behind. I mean. WHAT IS THIS MALARKEY? So. There's that.

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I have posted quite a bit this week! This is surprising considering a) I haven't had any more time than usual and b) I don't have anything more to report than usual. Admittedly it has all been spam of one form or another, but still. It feels ~weird~.

Other things that are weird: jelly.

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I went to see Ice Age 3 with [livejournal.com profile] xanitia and [livejournal.com profile] yaiyeishka on Friday and much fun ensued. The film is okay; [livejournal.com profile] xanitia thought it was better than most. I... didn't. So. But good company should never be shunned and the pre-film meal was worth it. I know, I know; always my stomach. I have priorities, okay? And I was hungry.

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Aunt #5's family are visiting from India and whilst The Dad and Uncle #5 were over there in 2003 they paid them a visit. Naturally we were going to return the favour so The Dad & Uncle #5 discussed dates and times when it would be good to meet up and play host. That's all very well but they eventually settled upon different dates. YEAH. So when Aunt #5 called up this morning, The Mother was all, "WAIT WHAT THE WHAT NOW?" and Aunt #5 was all, "..."

In short all this means is that the visit isn't happening which works entirely in my favour.

Quasi-relatedly, it's The Sister's 18th birthday this week so I'm going out with her and her friends for a birthday meal on Friday and then a fortnight from now we're having one of our family-o-ramas. I AM SO PSYCHED. I am more psyched than The Sister, in all likelihood. But these things are so great! My 18th featured a BOUNCY CASTLE FUCK YEAH. In fact, the bouncy castle was the only thing missing last August on my 21st. Family get-ups are awesome.

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Encounters I have had this week:

I was wandering around Paperchase on... Thursday? Friday? Not important, moving on. Anyway, Paperchase, wandering - I bump into a shit load of stuff because my bag is humongous and I'm a klutz, and I bump into this 40-50yo guy and am MORTIFIED by my lack of co-ordination. I can tell he's an Indian ex-pat. It is fairly obvious. But anyway, he starts asking me the prices of the keychains and I explain they're four quid except - out of reaction to his Indian-ness, which is a bit racially presumptive of me BUT WHATEVER - I say it in Gujarati and so it begins: are you Indian? From which part of India? Oh, Gujarat! I'm from Gujarat, too! HOW MARVELLOUS.

As it turns out, he's from Surat which is close to Navsari, not to mention Dhambar and Erhu, the latter two being the villages where my entire family originates. And he knows them, of course. And so I have this entirely random, entirely small-talk-filled conversation with this guy, in my half-assed Gujarati which held up pretty well under the circumstances (hell yeah, bilingualism!) His daughter was at university in Cambridge and was about to embark on the job hunt, and he was heading back to India at the weekend, and Cambridge has very nice little shops for gift-buyers, and it was nice to meet you, yes, you too, take care! LOLS WEIRD.

Then an hour or so ago I headed to the co-op to pick up some peppers &c. (and jelly, apparently - vegetarian jelly!) and was looking for curry sauce powder or curry powder sauce or something something curry whatever. So I go up and down this bloody aisle and still no joy, and eventually I have to get over myself and just as the shelf-stacker to help me out. He's all, sure, it'll be over here, how are you?

...I'm fine?

As it turns out, he recognised me because I USED TO BE HIS SCHOOL PREFECT WHAT THE HELL. I still didn't recognise him but I felt that shame - you know the kind that I mean, when someone knows you but your brain doesn't have the common courtesy to recognise them back, and you feel BAD about it, and then try to be doubly charming because HEY, you FORGOT this person existed, and then you ask them meaningless questions because you want to seem like the kind of person who cares, even though you obviously don't care enough to remember who they are. In the end we couldn't find the stuff that The Mother wanted and he was all, sorry about that, and I was all, oh, don't apologise, I don't hold YOU personally responsible, whereas all the time I was actually thinking, oh, don't apologise, I couldn't even remember you, so comparatively that's not such a big deal, har har, well, lovely to meet you EXIT STAGE LEFT.

And that was an hour ago.

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This morning = driving lesson. No one died, so that's a plus. No one was even mildly injured! Definite plus!

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Tomorrow: work. Work is a bit stop and start right now. Friday was riotous for no real reason, and I'm busy sending out postal assessments because apparently the actual assessors are all TRES BUSY. Last week was really, really busy because one of the Seniors came back after taking a week off for Wimbledon. Except she now has next week off, too, so I'll be busy again in a week's time but not next week. I have to do the amendments to my appraisal, too, because I've got a 1-to-1 with my line manager on Friday. The plus side is that I'm also only working half a day on Friday because I have accumulated enough flexi to do shit like that. Tremendous!

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Wordy post was wordy. Now to do... other stuff.

delga: ([Random] in which xkcd pwns.)

Despite the fact that January thus far has been absolutely insane in terms of my workload, today was dead. I spent a few hours in the centre trying to remember the passwords for the extra email accounts I'd set up with hotmail and gmail (on behalf of the centre) and watched as everyone else just got on with shit. I then spent a really boring two hours on the front desk. Yeah.

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What's that flist - do I have links for you? Why, yes. Yes, I do. How did you know?

01. [livejournal.com profile] in_a_name is open to prompts. Go! Share your appellation-related needs!

02. BAJOFONDO.* GUSTAVO SANTAOLALLA.** LA MALA RODRIGUEZ.*** FUCK YES.
*) formerly The Bajofondo Tango Club; many hearts
**) as in: he who has composed music for Amores Perros, Deadwood, The Motorcycle Diaries, Brokeback Mountain, Babel... &c. &c.
***) if you don't know Por la Noche, you need to rectify that shit Right Now


03. Q&A with Justin Hawkins of The Darkness fame.
I was drawn to 80s rock because I loved the fact that it was ugly men trying to look like girls and subsequently being really popular with girls. Something about that appealed to me.


04. An article re:Jenny Lumet - daughter of Sydney Lumet - who wrote the script for Rachel Getting Married which is a film I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN WTF.
"That's the kind of shit that went on," she tells me when we meet for lunch in a coffee shop on New York's Upper West Side. She offers other examples of the "shit that went on" in her childhood: Sean Connery made her her first hot toddy after she'd had root canal surgery; Mel Brooks wrote a note to her older sister: "Dear Amy, I love your dad. I'm not a fag, I'm just a Jew."


05. I love this so much. I keep going back to it, again and again. It's not even particularly complex; I just think the images say a lot when put together.

06. No, but really, what's the deal with all these dresses that look like the bottom-half was a last minute decision? (Saffron Burrows, by the way, wore a dress that looked like it was imprisoning her lack-of-bust and the only reasons why I am comfortable with letting her get away with that shit is because a) I kind of love her, did I mention? and b) she adorned the dress with her gorgeous face and bare shoulders. She is Hellenically marvellous at times.) (I also love Holly Hunter and, despite the ruffle, I think that pink looks GREAT on her.)

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Other shit that is going on: I think my incisor is going to fall out (my gum really hurts so either I stabbed myself in the mouth or that tooth is about to vacate, an option which does not appeal); I watched the second episode of The United States of Tara and wanted to stab Alice; Walkers' new range of crisps is disgusting. No, but really: chocolate and chilli (it was terrible), Builder's Breakfast (???), CAJUN SQUIRREL. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

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I don't know. I'm weirdly excitable and yet feeling completely like I wouldn't care if I switched off right now. I'm off to watch the second half of Being Human now - I forgot it was on last night because I was, um, watching Whose Line clips on Youtube? Yes. Yes, I was.

delga: ([middleman] gosh darn heck)

EDIT: Putting this up top because it was just that weird. I dreamt of some sort of catastrophic planetary imbalance. I shit thee not, kids: Mars got shunted by Jupiter into the sun and then bounced back out of place. Why Jupiter and Mars were even close to one another I DON'T KNOW. But I remember being concerned that the change in planetary alignment would be detrimental to Earth.

No, but really: Mars bounced off the sun. Like, I was worried that it would get eaten, but no, it bounced. WHAT. WHAT.

True story.

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Things I am trying to teach The Mother: how to knock on the door. It's all baby steps at this point because now she lightly taps the door before barging in anyway. TRES FRUSTRATING. Today she 'knocked', I said, "no, hang on!" and... she opened the door. By that point was dressed, but still. Crikey.

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UK fans of NCIS: Five is going to start broadcasting season 5 tonight. Even though this was the season that was cut short by the strike, it's still 19 episodes of pretty decent fare.

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In this year's Big Fat Quiz of the Year, James Corden started singing The Ting Ting's That's Not My Name and I can't find the clip anywhere. Youtube, you have FAILED ME.

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At this point I am spamming because I have to leave the house in an hour and frankly, I don't want to vacuum in the intervening time. For those that care, I have already vacuumed, I just don't want to vacuum even more. I have reached my vacuuming threshold it would seem.

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In other news, I am back to considering PGCE/TEFL. Yeah, I know.

delga: ([bad cop] CRACK.)

1) Open Paint
2) Close your eyes
3) Draw a Cat

attempt one, where my canvas was small )


attempt two, where my canvas was full-screen )


LOLS. LOLS.

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In other news, I finished my Yuletide fic(s)! Oh yeah.

delga: ([Random] catastrophe.)

Oh, gravity. Say whut?

I'm saying: gravity and I? No longer friends. It's been brewing for a long time - I mean, come on, flying plant pots? That's just not cool. What kind of person is deserving of such cruelties?

I try to be brave, you know? Like, I know, life is tough and shit and all that. Life is hard, y'all. I try to give the benefit of doubt. A girl can be going through the slough, man. I know that. I know what that's about, holla.

But gravity made her feelings clear to me today. And what can you say at the end of it all but good luck and shit? I mean, a person can only try so much, truth? I got feelings too, yo. And my feelings are saying it's time to read the deck and fold. Gravity: you bitch. Go with god or Buddha or whatev. I can see now what you've been trying to tell me. WE IS OVER.

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Which is to say that I tripped over that fucking rug again, and fell flat on my face, and fuck if my knee isn't swelling. Jebus crisps.

Oh gosh, and now I have to cook, too. Oiskie.

delga: ([weeds] it is tough being a girl.)

Is anyone online? Or near Twitter? (Yeah, today's updates will need to go behind a cut. Twitter is the perfect Eurovision companion.)

delga: ([30rock] lols!)

So, once upon a time there was this MARVELLOUS creation called THUNDERBIRDS where by these five puppets in spaceships saved the world from various mishaps, including an evil man with big hairy eyebrows. One of the puppets' friends was called Brains. He has a big head (scary) and big glasses (smash. ing.) And lo, but we loved him.

Ladies and... ladies! I present to you: THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD EVER.


REJOICE REJOICE REJOICE!

delga: ([bad cop] THERE ARE MANY COPIES.)
[Poll #1189763]

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Onwards, ever onwards, yo.

delga: ([bad cop] CRACK.)
[Poll #1156445]

PIMP PLEASE.

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I am just about to start watching New Amsterdam, 1x04, but I just finished 1x03 and I feel spoils. )

delga: ([bad cop] CRACK.)

WEIRDEST STORY EVER?

The mayor of a village in southwest France has threatened residents with severe punishment if they die, because there is no room left in the overcrowded cemetery to bury them.

I think my favourite part is "Offenders will be severely punished." HOW???

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