delga: ([lost] complex.)

I have just discovered that our local Matalan is open until 8pm weeknights and as tonight is Thursday (aka the night both rentals are at home) this means we can take the car and go to said store! I have not been since it opened. It is massive. Enormous. Part of a retail park, which is not a place I frequent too often. HUGE.

The reason I am randomly excited about the prospect of shopping (not a default setting) is because my feet hurt. I'm majorly flat-footed/have no arch which means my weight falls on the inside of my feet, so sooner or later the heels on my shoes either erode at an angle or cave in on themselves. This results in uneven weight distribution on my ankles (which, if you recall, I wrecked during uni by forever twisting them, especially that one time I went through the cut through and my foot swelled up like a balloon? Yes?) and subsequently wrecks: my ankles, my shins, and my back. I walk everywhere. I need new shoes.

This past week the weather has been good so I've taken to wearing my champal (indian fliflops) to work. They are fancypants, so they are kind of appropriate. I used to live in champal, so it's not a great hardship on my feet to walk in them for a long while. Except for the part where, having worked for the last year and a half, and having spent that time in Real Shoes, I'm getting stress on my feet in places where I wouldn't usually get stress. Also, the top of my left foot is bruised? So. Anyway. I NEED NEW SHOES. Desperately. I have my heels which I wore once last week, but I just can't walk in them (so. flat. footed. Seriously). And I am excited about the prospect of having usable footwear! I don't know. Desperate times.

Whilst I am at Matalan I plan to buy one of those dresses I solicited opinions on. Everyone gave good comments! I am still undecided.

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The Dad has left for work (it is 6am) so it's another long commute. Maybe the bus will be early today? It hasn't been on time at all this week.

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I watched Lost (enjoyed it! Sincerely!) and then went to work on Tuesday and spent 20 minutes answering my co-worker's questions on it. ("James said that [spoilers]." "...James has completely missed the point of the whole show.") That was...odd.

Yesterday I watched Glee, whole swathes of which left a bad taste in my mouth, although I loved the costumery and also everything about Naya Rivera. New Saving Grace made me cringe at points (CLAY. WHAT.) and I watched United States of Tara which was hugely redemptive.

This evening I have a date with Timothy Olyphant's hat.

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I-- need to go do something else.

delga: ([glee] monstrous personality.)

We are not talking about yesterday!

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Don't you hate it when you buy a box, and it is the perfect size, and then you buy something else to go in said box which means the box is not the perfect size any more? No? Just me then.

Anyway, this thing happened with boxes, and now it's annoying.

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Annual Postcard Exchange. I send you one; you, sometime, send me one! (Comments are screened over yonder.)

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I have never taken Lost seriously in that I get a kick out of just how insane it is, but guys, I had ~issues with this week's episode. Massive issues! Why do I even care at this point in the game, when I haven't up until now? SIGH.

Also, I once again skipped most of Glee (embarrassing! I can't deal with it) but I did love a) everything that is Quinn Fabray (where. is. she. living?) and b) the closing number. Terrible ballet! Excellent.

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I have been mini-marathoning Fringe in an attempt to catch up before season end. That is likely not going to happen, but I still love this show! Mostly I love ASTRID MOTHERFUCKING FARNSWORTH and Walter Bishop (plus handwriting) but I am also quite fond of Olivia and also any episode that features Sam Weiss.

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In an hour I will either be dying on the direct, or dying on the platform having just missed the direct by a stretch of knicker elastic. And that's life, folks.

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Things that I have argued about at work this week: my remit within the office; alphabetising the filing system; pens; plastic wallets. I-- this is my life! How! Is! This! My! Life! Alphabetising, for god's sake. As in: which way around the alphabet works! AS IN AN ACTUAL NEAR-ANGER ARGUMENT ABOUT THIS DAMN TOPIC.

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Now I have to try and squish things into a box that is too small for the sum of its contents. Good morning, y'all.

delga: ([merlin] to the end of the road.)

So, my derm appointment was something of a wash. I waited an hour just to be told that all's kosher and I should just keep on keepin' on or some such. Which is to say: I still have eczema and the resultant hyper-pigmentation is something I'm just going to have to live with. Well. Thanks. That was real helpful.

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I am at zero count for [livejournal.com profile] picfor1000, natch. I keep changing my mind about what I want to write. I was going to write Nina for Being Human. Then I was going to write not-quite-Merlin fic (probably the Unsung Song of Hunith and Balinor). Then I decided that actually I really want to write post-season fic for Spooks.

Do not be surprised when I write more Ziva fic. At this point the ruminating is mostly lip service.

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Wikipedia just told me that SIR LEON IS NOT RETURNING TO MERLIN. I am refusing to believe it until I see it but if it's true: you bastards! Sir Leon is GREAT and Rupert Young is maddeningly LOVELY and this is a HUGE INJUSTICE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS.

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Lol, Lost. Oh man, whatever. I am pretty much in this to the death, and I'm not really on board with recent complaints because the sincere crazycakes makes up for a lot. Like. EVERYTHING. Jeez.

delga: ([lost] complex.)

Yo, bitches, I'm back.

Not that I was entirely gone what with the sudden onslaught of snow (and therefore the need to take and post pictures of said snow) so my radio silence was more like radio static. BUT WHATEVER. AM BACK.

It has been a crazy-ass motherfucker of a week and I want to talk about it a lot but I'm actually making this post because I want to talk about Lost. And by that I mean I want to throw exclamation points in your direction. Witness: !!!!

!!!!

!!!!

Fuck yes. The last five minutes made EVERYTHING worth it. Which is not to say that I didn't love the rest of it (um, OBVIOUSLY) but still. Fuck. Yes.

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I don't like the chorus of this song but the opening lines fucking cut.

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I am continuing to watch season 5 NCIS as it airs on Five: just watched the episode which starts off with the guy attempting to commit suicide by jumping off a building. NIKKI JARDINE, BITCHES. It's a great episode, actually, so I don't know why I don't remember more of it. I also liked the overseas NCIS agent that they talk to via MTAC; I wish we'd seen more of her.

Lolariously: have yet to watch the latest NCIS episode. And by lolariously I mean I have been oddly reticent to do so. Idk.

delga: ([lost] complex.)

Things that have made me happy today:


WHY YES, THAT THERE WOULD BE A PICTURE OF THREE TRES AWESOME BRITS. Namely: Rufus Sewell, Saffron Burrows, and the long-missed David Oyelowo. HEARTS.

Plus: today I experienced Lost again. As predicted, it was crazy-cakes, and everyone continued to be both insane and pretty. (Shallow? Whatever do you mean?)

And also: I watched Emily Prentiss basass her way through this week's Criminal Minds and I made cookie dough which is now in the fridge (actual cookies come tomorrow. Or Saturday. Idk.)

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This is technically a thing that made me happy yesterday but the glee is a continuing one: [livejournal.com profile] general_jinjur and her friend [livejournal.com profile] raz0rgirl have set up a new fandom thingathon. It's a crossover thingummy where you pick characters who have the same name and then produce fanwork of some variety (fic, graphics etc.) Am I making any sense? You can learn more about it at [livejournal.com profile] in_a_name.

An example would be: putting John and Jack Sheppard in the same place and letting them woe everywhere. Or Megan Donner and Megan Reeves could be a crime-fighting duo. Or maybe Samanatha Carter explains time travel to Sam Tyler, or Charlie Crews offers Charlie Eppes a citrus fruit of some variety, or Fiona Carter encounters Fiona Glenanne whilst the latter is still active in the IRA. THE POSSIBILITIES: THEY ARE ENDLESS. Take them all to [livejournal.com profile] in_a_name, huzzzz.

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I don't know what's gotten into me other than I decided that I wanted to update with actual updates again and then it turned out that I still don't have anything going on in my life. I am making up for this by using uppercase as often as possible.

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edit: And also I finally dumped Grey's Anatomy. Not even my love of Sandra Oh could keep me attached.

delga: ([doctor who] kapow!)

Ah, see, I knew it was too good to be true (also: it didn't make much sense). Bryce Dallas Howard joins T4, replacing Gainsbourg.

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So it's probably time to update already. Friday morning was just one long bore. I have never understood why the English exams are always scheduled for the afternoon, but I was in the library until 11.30 and then I went for lunch with T and her friend J; they'd both had a 9am exam. Went back upstairs to my desk after that but then The Flatmate arrived so we hung out in the library cafe instead. She tested me on quotations whilst she had some lunch and then finally it was 2pm and we left for the Union. She's been doing work with the SU, filming various events and the woman she was working with taught her how to edit the clips, so whilst I was in my exam, she was off doing that.

The exam was odd. It was a basic 2-part exam, 1 hour for comprehension, 1 hour for argumentation. The two poems our tutor chose for the compare and contrast were really strange. boring. )

All in all that second question went much, much better. So I don't know how I did overall, because I can't gauge how the marks will even out. I'm worried about my degree classification (because that's what I do) and apparently we get our dissertations back this week (which I don't want because the day after I handed it in, I could see in my mind exactly what needed changing to bring the damn grade up). So. Yeah, I don't know. I do know that results come out 20June, but contrary to my desires, I'll be back in the Fen by then.

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After the exam, I sauntered out to the SU - the exam was held in the Sports Hall so we were right next to the Union - to find a couple of my classmates sitting on one of the benches outside the pub. I sat down to wait for The Flatmate to turn up and we ended up sitting there for a couple of hours whilst people relaxed post-exam, and drank.

Around 6pm we left for the house, but when we got there The Flatmate decided she wanted a sub so we headed straight out again for Pw. to go to Subway. When we got there we ended up in The Mitre for a couple of hours so it was after 8pm when we finally bought food and headed back to the house. Then we cornered T and watched the Lost finale, most of which we spent being traumatised for reasons not entirely connected with the show. Do we have to wait until January for the next season? Après we watched the episode of X-Files with the subliminal messages. "Kill. Kill 'em. Kill 'em all." Hilarity!

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Saturday I spent watching X-Files and then walking in, around and back from town. The Flatmate and I watched Doctor Who and were happily creeped out. minor spoils. )

Then we ate quickly and headed to the cinema to see Indiana Jones which was really enjoyable. I like that kind of silly action caper, and I thought it was pretty well done, all things considered. I loved Blanchett's character so much. spoilers. ) Also, the film was weirdly life-referential! The Flatmate and I picked out six or seven ironic references (inadvertent, obviously, although it felt like we were being spoken to) to our lives in the past fortnight - silly things like shadows, or Pan Am which was a big part of The Aviator, of course (another Blanchett flick). It was bizarre. All in all, a great night.

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Yesterday I spoke to The Mother for the first time in a fortnight (re: going home shenanigans, ugh) and then to The Sister who has the last of her AS exams today. The Flatmate and I went out at 3.30pm to discover the other half of the local park and ended up walking a mile or so towards another town before heading back. It was a nice day, actually. I think that I'm going to wash my face again and then go for another walk today. I'm enjoying the activity, which is new. I mean, I've always liked walking, but I like the energy it gives me. Am lacking in that in most other departments currently.

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Isn't this picture fantastic? People have been talking about the second season recently, and I finally caught up (after a year!) with the finale. I'm excited!


After our long walk yesterday, The Flatmate and I watched The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances (Doctor Who), and I know it's a couple of decades earlier, but Nancy's coat is gorgeous. 1900s dress pre-70s is sort of smashing.

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Let's finish how we started off: Thandie joins the cast of Roland Emmerich's 2012. Huzzah! Girl is also playing Condoleezza Rice in Oliver Stone's Bush biopic, W. Thandie gave a great interview with The Guardian last week. You can find it here but I doubt you're as interested as I am, heh.

delga: ([lost] complex.)

Had I but the time, I'd use this space to inform you that (a) The Flatmate and I have now watched every aired episode of Lost and (b) that the show is so, so, so batshit that the cliff-hanger made us LAUGH like CRAZIES for a full FIVE. MINUTES. Because. Well. Hysteria inducing much? spoilers )


Alas: I'm going to bed now. (Um. Possibly I drank a bottle of rosé tonight? But we also made crispie cakes, and ate a rather ridiculous amount of popcorn. Yeah. I'm totally rocking a health regime here, can you tell?)

delga: ([Random] click-click.)

So, I just spent the last 40 minutes using Dell Support's online chat feature which allows you to talk to service techs online rather than by phone. Nice bloke; he had me turning on and turning off various things. We're now running chkdsk (again) and he's going to call me again tomorrow. (Flippin' Nora, I feel like I'm on a date. A bad one.)

So, anyway. Yeah.

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Hahaha, I finished season 3 of Lost. CRIKEY ALMIGHTY. Structural shenanigans for the win!

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Also watched the latest New Amsterdam. Still ambivalent; still like the new Sarge. Still want more Omar. (The scene where Amsterdam is talking to his grandson? Yeah: there totally need to be more of those.)

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Tonight: Sarah Connor Chronicles! And possibly other things.

Tomorrow: catching up with Torchwood. And the phonecall from Mr Dell. Such is my life.

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Have some poetry, y'all.

The Trees Delete Themselves Inside a Fog-Sphere
by Francis Ponge (trans. Karen Volkman)

In the fog which surrounds the trees, the leaves are stripped—leaves defaced already by slow oxidation, deadened by the sap's out-seeping for flowers' and fruits' gain, since the harsh heats of August made of them a less.

In the bark, vertical furrows crease and slit where dampness drains to the earth's base, indifferent to the living citizens of the trunk.

Flowers scattered, fruit conferred. Since youth, this relinquishing of breathing attributes and body parts has become for the trees a standard practice.

delga: ([Random] girl got issues.)

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD.

So, the home PC sort of fucked us over post-blue-death-screen and it's taken me the last two hours to figure out how to repair from the installation CD. OMG HORRENDOUS. It's repairing/reinstalling now but it keeps trying to find finds which just aren't there, bloody hell. SO MUCH STRESS.

Just trying to get the computer to boot from the CD-ROM drive was A NIGHTMARE (um, mostly because I'm a moron) but really, I can't work out what the hell was wrong in the first place. The PC booted yesterday after the initial scare, I ran scandisk and then it just wouldn't load past the Windows XP window. I'd get a black screen, a cursor and... nothing. So. I don't even know. I'm just hoping it works after this repair wizard is through because otherwise The Sister is going to yell at me like this is my fault, even though the blue death screen has come up a hundred times whilst I was away from home. (The Sister's logic is that it must be MY fault because it's certainly NOT HERS. And then she yells and walks away so that you can't retaliate/actually talk about what the fuck is going on. JEBUS.)

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Tonight I was going to have chilli paneer (peppers, yay!) but now I'm going to have some dhokla (pronounced dho-kra). More yay!

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Nearly finished with season 3 of Lost. INSANE, INSANE. Earlier The Mother came into my room whilst I was watching(/knitting) and she was all, "What's going on?" My reply was, "Seriously? TOO COMPLICATED TO EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW." (For those that care, the scene had Ben, Locke and Eye-Patch in it. Yeah. EXPLAIN THAT.)

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EDIT: OH GOD IT DIDN'T WORK WTF. (I think one of the graphics drivers has fucked off but I don't have an installation disk for that so wtf???) UGH UGH UGH.

delga: ([lost] complex.)

There's no real reason for this picspam (which isn't 400px in width as I thought, hence linkage) other than I like Saffron Burrows (and Jason Statham, DUH), have yet to see The Bank Job and like these pictures. So. Yay?

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In other news: Baby Cousin came over yesterday so we watched The Little Mermaid (again) and then played outside. We've been having some lovely weather the past couple of days (hi, it was snowing last week) and The Dad pumped up Baby Cousin's bike tyres, so she cycled and I ran. She does this thing where she stops for petrol ("It's a bike!" "I know, I ran out of petrol." "It doesn't need petrol!" "Yes, it does!") and also stops for traffic lights. Awesome.

Today I've written letters for The Dad. I had a scare with the home PC but The Sister tells me that we often get the blue screen of death. I didn't like the sound of that so I spent some time today backing-up important files. Should have been done ages a go but it's done now.

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Also: I watched Lost, natch. some stuff. spoilers through 3x13. )


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Believe it or not, I've also been working on my dissertation. I am flipping out because my argument is flawed in a seriously fundamental way and I can't fix it. I don't know if I should re-frame my question or what. So, yeah. This is me freaking out about that.

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New New Amsterdam, huzz.

delga: ([lost] golfing.)

I have to get up early tomorrow to go sari shopping in London with The Mother's family (UGH) which is why it is INCREDIBLY FRUSTRATING that season 2 of Lost ends the way that it does. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

RIGHT. NOW.

(I know it's a given with this show but that was a whole load of WHAT. THE. FUCK. NOW.)

Ugh, ugh, ugh. M = going to bed. Before I break out the next disc and stay awake ALL NIGHT. (UGH.)

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Hi. Remember when I used to make actual, non-Lost posts? LOLS.

delga: ([lost] complex.)

Lost, 2x19, S.O.S. (I think? It's the Rose episode) )


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I really have nothing else to say. Oh, [livejournal.com profile] melliyna, I thought The Mother had posted the package already but she... hadn't. So I'll send it on Monday. Apologies for that. (On the plus side, I re-watched some of my favourite scenes and you are going to LOVE IT.)

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This Vienna Teng track has some awesome strings.

delga: ([life] my name is dani.)

edit: Guys, do not be assholes. Spoiler reactions = spoilers, too. Most people can add two twos to get four.

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Dear LJ, This weekend I rediscovered knitting.

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So yesterday morning I was ready to go to work at The Dad's store but it turned out he only needed me for errands and my camera. The Mother and I went to the bank, I helped a customer take her groceries home, and then The Dad and I went to the local Tesco to take down the art display (re: Rotary Youth Art Project). We took photos of the display, then of the manager with the display (he was arsey about it until we told him the photos were for the press), then we spent a good forty-five minutes trying to take white tack off the wall and off the pictures. When we got home, I put the pictures on the computer for The Dad and wrote emails for him. Because this is what I do when I'm local: play PA.

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In the afternoon I watched a good six hours or so of Lost whilst knitting. My knitting is subpar because I only just learned out to purl, and sometimes when I get to the end of the row I have, like, three extra stitches? So my eventual knit keeps increasing. I'm only messing around right now, though, to see what happens when I put different stitches together. During a moment of genius, I knotted together my existing wool (pink) with a new ball (black) and now there are two colours. I'm sure there's a much more sophisticated way of doing that but as I'm only knitting to give my hands something to do, it doesn't really matter.

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re: Lost, now that I've adjusted to the sudden modern spin of the second season, I'm really into it, and I've been rushing through. I just watched Sayid's episode; am about to start again for today (although I also have New Amsterdam to watch. Some time today I'm going to have to start reading Tortilla Curtain again, and Middlesex, too. Need to get some discipline going, what ho) and what I'm really liking is how people keep turning up in other people's stories. (I pegged Shannon's connection before we saw her episode, so now it's a game, obvs.)

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Wearing your hair in two plaits/braids = probably kooky, but good for your hair. I used to wear my hair like this all the time in secondary school. Now that I think about it, it's a wonder that I didn't get teased, but then, my friend wore hers in two pigtails until we were 16, so I guess it wasn't so big a deal. It's just so practical! And my hair, though it has those plait-kinks, has also started behaving (less frizz, fewer knots). Small victories and all that.

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Yeah, there's a reason why I didn't post yesterday: nothing happened.

delga: ([sarah connor] look.)

No snow report today because there isn't any snow. Yayarms. Yesterday evening was supposed to be quiet after the hassle we all experienced during the day but The Dad's cousin and his family paid a visit, and Baby Cousin came around, so we were eating bits and bobs and talking until about 10pm. Then (obvs.) I watched more Lost and went to bed. I should probably read my flist already, lols.

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So, the BBC recently launched their new homepage/website and I am sort of up in lols about the whole thing. Because... it's clean! It's efficient! It's also the BBC's take on iGoogle, with moveable modules and a customisable homepage. Also: avec clock. Anyway, as I love the Google original, I'm pretty enamoured of the BBC site, but I use classic Google as my homepage anyway, so it doesn't really make a difference.

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Oh my. It's MONDAY, folks.

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Guess what I'm doing today? Correct! More Lost. I need an icon, and possibly also to resurrect the tag.

delga: ([Random] call of the wild.)

I try to question when a show tries to present someone as definitively a 'good' or 'bad' guy but... GUYS. I sort of LOATHE Walt's mother? I mean. I know the woman's dead (not a spoiler, for those that care) but SERIOUSLY. What a manipulative - I am kind of appalled by how she supermanaged Michael's involvement with Walt. !

Anyway. Yes. She makes me randomly FURIOUS.

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edit: LOLS. This is not to say that I am not ANXIOUS about Island happenings such as frickin' POLAR BEARS and recurring NUMBERS O' DOOM. Just. I AM THINKING ABOUT THOSE THINGS TOO. But Mother o' Walt brings out my Irrational Hatred (or maybe it IS rational, just not ON POINT. You know. What with the wider range of WEIRD going on).

Please to not be spoiling me, okays? (Can you believe I voluntarily gave up this show two years ago?)

delga: ([bones] that was not good.)

So. AGES a go, someone on my flist had this FANTASTIC Lost icon which read "Annyong! Annyong!" and now I can't find it! But it was SMASHING and I'd like to use it. So if anyone knows what the hell I'm talking about, let me know, please?

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I worked five straight hours today without time to even look at the damn clock. Towards the end of the slog, my concentration was suffering I'd be looking at a fifty pence piece, a five pence, two tens and a penny, and wondering what the hell it was that I was trying to do. (Answer: give the block his fucking change already.) Also, the new age-check guides on the tills are really slowing me down. I always think I've scanned everything through but then the screen's froze on the "is this customer over the legal age?" thing and it turns out I have t rescan everything. NIGHTMARE.

That said, the shift was busy, and one of the customers was L, the guy who works in the shop during vacation. This means I won't have to do a many shifts next week, and even if I do, I'll have someone to talk to. Huzz.

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So, I finally finished season 1 of Lost. I'm now onto season 2 (natch) and I'm still super confused (although I'm told this is sort of The Point; it's okay, I watched Alias. I was trained for prolonged suspense) but still enjoying it.

Last night, after my uncle and his family left, we all sat down to watch Inside Man. I'd seen it before, but it's still a good watch.

I think tonight we're watching the BBC1 screening of No.1 Ladies Detective Club. Yay for family shenans.

delga: ([numb3rs] something more I guess.)

No recs today because The Dad wants me to stand in the shop this afternoon. Normally I resent being asked to do this, but for whatever reason, I don't mind this holiday. Hopefully the afternoon shift isn't DEATHLY but I'm beginning to think it's always like that in the shop now, which is a little scary. Trade is disappearing.

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I think The Family is gathering at one of my uncle's houses for the long weekend, but we won't be going. (Read: shop.) I also think that my maternal uncle is visiting tomorrow. Tomorrow marks the end of my first week of Easter break which means pretty soon I need to read Tortilla Curtain, email my classmates re: Paradise Lost, prep my On the Road essay, and do some serious work on my dissertation. Some time this break I also have to go shopping with my mum's side of the family (ugh - to the shopping more than the company, but still; this never goes well) and get myself measured up for a handful of sari blouses. This wedding malarkey is getting to be more than a little irritating (and I haven't even been to any of the pre-festivities that have been held so far, let alone the ones that have yet to come).

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The Long Blondes have a new album out on 7th April; it's called Couples. Having only discovered them in the last year, I am full of hypothetical yayarms. Once and Never Again remains one of my favourite songs of 2007, and Heaven Help the New Girl comes a close second.

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Lost continues to scare the crap out of me. Huzz.

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edit: OH THANDIE. Way to get on the Fug Boat.

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