delga: ([glee] take me or leave me.)

Guys! It's September! Whaaaaaat.

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Things that have happened since the last time I updated: LOLYMPICS; all of summer, apparently; I saw the rings; my one proper holiday of the year*; gingerbread TARDIS fail; my birthday; more Curious Incident; knitting; nails.

Eventful, yo.

*) I go to work 51 weeks out of 52 in a year. Those may not be full weeks, but I only take the week ending in the late Summer Bank Holiday off.

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work. )


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Are there any Brit-/London-based Chris Pureka and/or Gregory Ivan Isakov fans on my flist? Let me know; I might have something for you.

In quasi-related news: I have tickets to see Jesca Hoop this year! I loved Hoop when she first came out with Money a few years back, and the whole of The House That Jack Built makes me crazy with how good it is.

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Hipster Who returned! It was a good episode, but something was missing. I don't know what that something is just yet. The plan is to finish my goddamn knitting project today, and re-watch.

In other news, did anyone watch Accused 2x02? Or 2x03 for that matter. Ugh, talk abut being shanked. 2x02 featured stellar performances from Anne Marie Duff and Olivia Colman. Both were amazing. Can't wait to see Duff in Berenice at the Donmar in the next month or so.

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New Merlin in a month. !!!!! YES.

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Didn't do that much for my birthday. etc & driving. )


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The programme for this year's Film Fest comes out on September 5th. Exciiiiiited!

delga: ([who] mad man with a box.)

So much for Rome this weekend.

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This morning I had to get up early to go to my parents' store and partake in the stock take. If you don't know, what this entails is counting every single sell-able item in the store, and toting up its monetary value. That then gets compared to our average incoming, just to make sure we're not out of whack in our numbers. It's a tedious thing, but time goes quickly enough.

I will say this for the whole thing: if you want to know about the economy, perform a stock take of a convenience store. The relative prices of things will surprise you, and the general increase in prices year on year can tell you a lot. Bread and milk are the primary indicators - anyone knows that. But VATable goods are next up. Why is it easier to purchase pet food in this country than it is disposable nappies? Sanitary products are so expensive next to things like confectionery. Madness.

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I spent the rest of the day re-watching all of River Song's episodes of Doctor Who, and remembering the details I had previously forgotten. I enjoy River a lot, and I'm glad her story this season seems to run parallel to the major plot workings (as opposed to being the primary plot).

The next episode airs on Saturday, but I am not certain I will be home from Pygmalion in time to see it air live, so may have to iPlayer it as soon as I get indoors. Am trying to organise getting to London in a timely fashion - The Ex-Flatmate is coming to the show with me - but am not doing so great so far.

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Tomorrow I have to go back to work, and on Wednesday I have to renew my bus ticket. Having spent only two of the past ten days at work, I am somewhat reluctant to return. That is the downside to downtime.

delga: ([who] 12 years & 4 psychiatrists.)

So, on Wednesday I managed to get myself packed and to the train station on time, which felt like a triumph. Headed into King's Cross, trying to work out whether or not The Ex-Flatmate was on my train or another. Eventually located her at St Pancras, and we grabbed some lunch and went and sat outside St Pancras Hotel where it was lovely out.


Afterwards we headed to the hotel to get checked in, before heading out to eat. Finally we took the tube to Leicester Square...and were super surprised to find that the theatre was right there.

Guys. GUYS. It was hysterical. I mean, super, super funny. And Much Ado About Nothing is pretty funny anyway, but the set was camped up, and a lot of the cast were dressed in Navy whites, and there were visual gags as well as the ones in the text. Tennant and Tate have bundles of chemistry, as expected, but the whole cast gelled really, really well. There is a scene where Beatrice has to call Benedict to dinner and the latter thinks the former is in love with him. Except, in this production, Tennant is pretty much covered in paint, and about a minute after she gets on stage, Tate looks up, sees him, and breaks character. It was very funny, but also really nice to know that they clearly enjoyed working together.


Afterwards we decided to go walkabout and ended up heading towards Trafalgar Square. As we walked past The National Gallery, towards the square, we passed VICTOR GARBER. ON HIS PHONE. IN A SUIT. It was like seeing spy!daddy in action; super, super weird. We made eye-contact as I tried to determine whether or not this was real life, and we just ambled past him. My friend was all, "Was that guy from Titanic?" which is not where my brain first went, but we did have a good three minutes or so of freaking out. It was GREAT. Seriously. Victor Garber. How odd.

So, yes, we ended up at the Olympic countdown clock in Trafalgar, then wandered down The Strand in search of a bar. We...did not do great. Eventually ended up at Covent Gardens where we had one drink at The Essex Serpent (a place I last frequented with [livejournal.com profile] daygloparker) whilst the staff aggressively blew out all the lit candles around us, save for the one where we were sat. Clearly eager to get home. After that we pretty much did all of the West End. Headed up to Piccadilly, and then up Regent Street. Got to Oxford Street and doubled back down the road where The Wizard of Oz is currently showing, but instead of heading back towards Piccadilly, ended up going in a different direction...that eventually led us to Soho. Nice. Also: creepy.

We ended up on Shaftsbury, where we flagged a cab and headed back to Farringdon. Whilst getting ready to go to sleep we flicked through the tv channels (nothing was on) and ended up falling asleep to what I think was Ugly Betty, but was really just too bright for us to handle.

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Next day I left Ex-Flatmate at the hotel because she was heading to Wales later that day, and I made my way to Holburn to meet [livejournal.com profile] hestia8, which I think needs to be a staple of every visit I make to The City. Had a lovely, lovely time eating cake and chatting, and dissecting the minutiae of things we have to deal with on a daily basis. Always a brilliant time.

Headed home afterwards, and made pretty good time. When the train pulled into the station, the heavens opened, and it rained so heavily I thought it was hailing (it wasn't). Despite having a brolly, the only part of me that wasn't soaked was my head. Got into the shopping centre where the bus station is, and the rain abruptly stopped. Yeah.

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Friday I popped into work to grab paperwork, then headed back to the sub-office, so although I'd been travelling since arse o'clock in the morning, I didn't actually start work until 10am. I literally got off the bus, picked up the papers, and got the next bus out five minutes later. The bus I took in would have left twenty minutes after the one I ended up getting. Exhausting! But I got to see Co-Conspirator and TC, so that was nice, and then I spent the day with my boss, and another co-worker, and I managed to get a lot done, so win-win.

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And then it was yesterday, and Hipster Who pulled a fast one on us, and six episodes of nonsense suddenly made much more sense than they had done previously. (The Space Pirates were still the worst.) I don't remember anything else that happened yesterday.

delga: ([who] river song.)

So, I'm a crazy person who is running a late summer Spooks ficathon. There are only 25 prompts right now because I doubt 25 people are going to sign up, but we have a handful already, which is more than I had anticipated. Anyway, some of you might be interested, idk? They're all poetry prompts, of course, because that is how I roll. I have yet to make a sexy (or non-sexy) graphic for it because I am lame.

No, I have not started femgen. Yes, it is due next week. No, I don't know what I'm going to do.

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Driving lesson at 11am. Oh god.

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Apparently my gran is going to turn up some time soon. I love my gran but I have a hard time living with her. No, let me rephrase that: I have a hard time living with her and her ridiculous expectations. She's off visiting all her sons because the one she lives with is on holiday in Canada. So. I was going to take next Friday off, but I'm re-thinking that as a plan now. Which is frustrating on many levels, not least of which is that I haven't had time off in a while.

Hmm, I could take the Friday and just go to the cinema instead? HMMM.

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Yesterday I rewatched The Time of Angels and remembered, again, how much I love River Song. Here: have some caps!



delga: ([witb] would that be such a bad prospect)

Doctor Who, 5x10, Vincent and the Doctor. )


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Taking Friday off turned out to be an excellent idea because apparently getting up before 5am every day was getting to me - that, plus the cold, ensured I slept until 11.30am. Much-needed, I guess, though it did throw the day somewhat, and that type of thing makes me irrationally anxious.

The past two days have been all about Wire in the Blood which I feel was an excellent decision. a) because it is fabulous and I hadn't realised quite how much I miss it, and b) because I keep overreacting to people's offhand comments with overwhelming irritation. I don't know; the heat makes me prickly. Plus: hormones.

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This morning my two elder cousin brothers turned up with a sofa set that one of them needs to store somewhere for a while. This resulted in much hilarity. I love my cousin brothers. I talk about them less than my cousin sisters because the relationships are different, and the boys are older, but they are badass. Had a hilarious late breakfast with them.

Before that I took a hot shower in humid weather and promptly fell victim to my body's out-of-control broken thermostat. I spent about 45 minutes wishing death on myself, wondering why I felt like hell. That was fucking atrocious, let me tell you. Horrible.

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Re-watched Alice in Wonderland last night. I still like it, hurrah! Mostly I adore Bonham-Carter's Red Queen. "Hello...Miwana." lol.

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Another damn driving lesson tomorrow. Ugh, whatever. And then back to a full working week on Monday.

delga: ([who] mad man with a box.)

Yesterday morning, on the train, I started a huge TV round-up post, the kind I have not done in ages! Yesterday evening I deleted it because it was boring. So. Yes. I do want to do one, but I guess it will have to be once all the finales come in. I'm behind on a boatload of stuff, too.

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Spent a curious half-hour at work yesterday talking about new Who. Curious because I always find it odd to talk about fannish things outside of eljay, and doubly so when not talking to people who take things as seriously as I do. As in, they wouldn't care if they missed an episode whereas I would TRACK THAT SHIT DOWN AND NAIL IT TO THE WALL &c. My co-worker thought the plot of Saturday's episode (Amy's Choice) was too complicated? Have I just watched too much sci-fi type stuff to not be affected, or is that genuinely - as I felt - a load of tosh? My other co-worker thinks Amy is plain. I lol'd and stopped myself from elaborating on how very wrong she was. Because that is what I do.

Then we were united in our love of the Weeping Angels/Blink, so, you know. Weird.

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Am again working my way through S3 Ashes to Ashes before the finale on Friday. I have been obsessed this past fortnight, the hell.

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Am trying to decide which is the more important: new trousers, new shoes, or tickets to David Gray in July. These are the issues I face.

delga: ([who] mad man with a box.)

three things about Vampires in Venice. )


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Also, I watched Ashes to Ashes last night and felt utterly wrecked. So. Yes.

delga: ([who] mad man with a box.)

Why was the Byzantium designed vertically? Or am I wrong, and is it spheroid not a disc/saucer?

Never mind. It crashed down, not flat.

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: ([Random] in which xkcd pwns.)

We had the post-wedding family get-together this weekend so I was busy a) cleaning the tip that was my room and b) hanging out with my cousins. An excellent time was had, and despite The Ash Cloud of Doom that was apparently menacing other parts of Britain, we had an absolutely gorgeous couple of days. I have a few pictures to show but I'll share those once I'm back from the upcoming weekend's shenanigans - those being Denz's wedding. !!!! Insane. Although, after much searching last night, I finally managed to book a room at a Travelodge, so at least now I have somewhere to stay. Initially I was going to crash at Denz's flat (she'll be at her parents') but I realised that her family would probably need the space so I gave it up. Going to work on Friday will be interesting, to say the least.

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Things I had to explain to my grandmother last night: my wall of cards. She just couldn't understand liking an image in its own right. I have a poster of the men at lunch on a Manhattan skyscraper in the middle of all the postcards people have sent me in the last five years, and she was like, so, are they actors? Is it a cricket team? No, granny, it's just a photo.

And who are these two?

They're nuns, gran.

And why are there so many birds?

I don't know; people send them to me. Look, they're letters.

But why are they on your wall?

...because I like them?

And so on and so forth. She went to the other side of the room (she's staying with us this week and she had come up to talk to me before I went to sleep; she likes to poke around my stuff because my room is quite a bit different to my cousins' rooms - namely I have more books and DVDs and the like) and saw more cards, and then the whole thing started up again. Plus: plastic ducks. That was a conversation unto itself. Oh boy.

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Work is stressing me out a bit because there's a lot to do and one of my two not-bosses keeps handing me work to do that is a) her work and b) outside my remit. I'm happy to do someone a favour if it helps them out or whatever, but I have my own workload. It's an extremely visible workload as it is all over my desk. I can't say anything though because it would seem very petty, the tasks being quite small. But a handful of quite small tasks becomes a number of obstacles to my day and and and ARGH. Je suis frustrate. I'm going to have to speak to my actual boss when she comes in on Wednesday because this is getting ridiculous.

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I have been listening to a lot of songs by The Pussycat Dolls? Ugh, I don't know! They are good to walk to! Colour me shameful.

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GUYS HIPSTER WHO LOLOLOLOLOL. I don't even really know what that was but hey, next week's episode combines two of my favourite things! Also, I apparently now watch Ashes to Ashes every week, despite never having seen more than 20 minutes of Life on Mars and nothing prior to this current season. Whatever. It is so enjoyable! I am genuinely surprised how much enjoyment I get from it.

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Almost time to leave for work. Who knows, maybe The Dad will give me a lift in again? EXCELLENT.

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

It has taken me two hours to get ready. Two hours! This is because I decided to take my time moisturising today (my skin is playing up something awful because of the weather) and then realised, shit, I need to straighten my hair. I really resent having to put effort into these things, but then the payoff comes when people talk to me instead of ignoring me. Plus, my hair looked like a crow's next yesterday. Goddamn wind.

Plus side: hair cut on Thursday, before the wedding on Friday/Saturday. Aie.

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Today The Sister and I are venturing into The City (aka Lon Don) to see three of our cousins. It is going to be wholly riotous and I am really more excited than I should be? Whatever. MY GIRLS!

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FUCK YEAH ELEVEN THIS WEEKEND WHOOP WHOOP. I am not even pretending not to be excited! I know it's sacrilege, but I was over Ten pretty quick? So. Bring on the trumpets, motherfuckers.

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I am still reading Paul Guest's Notes for My Body Double. How is it that every. single. poem is perfect? How is that even possible? No, really, how? I'll post some when I get back from The City.

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Ahahaha, I have been re-watching King Arthur which I was distinctly unimpressed by the first time. I don't know if it's because I KNOW it's going to be bollocks this time around but I am kind of enjoying it now? What a farce! Arthur is NOBLE and SQUARE-JAWED and Merlin is an old BLUE-SKINNED man and Lancelot is all GROUCHY and ANNOYED and pretending he has fathered everyone else's children! AWESOME.

delga: ([spooks] shadow of the shadow.)

Oh, hey, something else I liked about Doctor Who: spoilers, natch. )


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tomorrow & family. )


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Watched Moon last night/this morning. It was not what I thought it was going to be but Sam Rockwell was wonderful in it. The set was absolutely beautiful, and like most films of this ilk, the silence was lovely.

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

Last night The Mother and I watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding and Hancock, both of which she seemed to enjoy a lot. We spent most of today shouting 'opa!' at each other, which has been GREAT.

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Spooks, 8x03. )


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Back to work tomorrow. My line manager is in again, and I have a one-to-one some time during the day. I have already decided that I need to purchase more of that wafer/chocolate stuff of wonder as incentive to get through the day.

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Doctor Who, The Waters of Mars. )

delga: ([ncis] your mirror inverse.)

So, I just watched The Happening which, whilst maintaining Signs' weird humour choices, was actually pretty good. I sat here all freaked out. It was marvellous. It's not exactly anything new, but I like me a good post-apocalyptic scenario. The thing about Mark Wahlberg is that whenever I see him I now think of Mark Wahlberg talks to animals. It's not that I took him all that seriously before the sketch, but it was so spot on that I can't deal with his voice any more.

Zooey Deschanel, by the way? Totally a wonder in this film. She played against type for most of it, and I loved her.

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New Doctor, blah blah etc. It's a shame that the fandom is as crazy as a fork in a microwave; I'd be more inclined to sympathy otherwise.

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I really don't remember having done anything today. I had two arguments about meals (yeah, and people wonder how I ever managed to succumb to that bullshit; idk, maybe because I hear it two or three times a day? Fuck); I caught up with Criminal Minds (the cop episode was a bore; the Director Skinner in a Car episode was brilliant); I watched some CSI: NY whilst ironing (the end scene where Lindsay and Danny go to see Mac was the most gleeful thing ever); and then there was other stuff which was wholly inconsequential. Much like life in general.

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Ugh, I need to read a book this year already. Yuletide was great but the screen is totally bugging my eyes, yo. Other things I need: new spectacles. Or, you know, new eyes. There's an idea.

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Basia Bulat did a session with Daytrotter aaaaages ago and the first track she performed was one that she's planning on putting on her new album. PEOPLE. I NEED THIS ALBUM TO BE OUT NOW. That song just burrows into my brain and makes me feel like I'm being chased down a street by Evil Leaves. I LOVE IT.

delga: ([doctor who] kapow!)

[livejournal.com profile] melliyna has been my girl these past 24-36 hours. Give it up for her for being a true buoy to my worse-than-usual moods! As a result, I may or may not decide to post some drabbles soon. I don't know, though, because I watched the Doctor Who finale today and was kind of floored which has never happened with that show, ever. lols, [livejournal.com profile] daygloparker, sometimes I wish you lived in the UK. I can't wait for your reaction post.

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Things I have a yen to watch: the last three episodes of 30 Rock, S2; the end of Touching Evil (UK); old school NCIS (or the S5 finale again, but it might just kill me for real); Wire in the Blood (ALL of it); X-Files which I apparently dropped when I got back from Soton; Life (♥); Doctor Who, all of season '4'.

Yeah.

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Guys, an impromptu meme! Give me a lyric and a fandom, and I'll try to write you a drabble/ficlet. Aaaaand: shoot!

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? Apr├Ęs 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.

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