planning the revolution

First off, I think I may be a day late - or possibly early (doubt it), I'm not sure, because I keep having to check what day it is - but, Happy Birthday viciouswishes! I hope you had a lovely day, and that you enjoy your plans. It's my personal contention that everyone should get a balloon of some variety on their birthday, but I'm also at the mental age of 12, so I hope that what you got is what you wanted :)

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Totally had an ABBA revival last night. Also went to see The Golden Compass which is visually spectacular at the least. It was a good film, but a poor adaptation (the pacing was off, and I was confused by the ending). Worth it just to see the shiny, though.

I also marathoned the last four weeks' worth of Dexter whilst sitting with T. We spent a lot of time being smart asses, and gasping. Show is big on cliffhangers this year, obviously.

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I'm leaving Soton today. Heading to N. to see family, and from there I'll leave tomorrow to head back home to P. As always, I have far too many books. Am trying to decide which ones I can safely leave behind but I don't want to end up 300 miles away with work to do and the wrong book, you know?

Also, am desperately hoping that my clothes are going to be dry so that I can pack them. Specifically: my jeans. If I have to wear my low-riders/hipsters* I'm going to go crazy. The legs dried really well overnight but the heavier top half is still very damp. I may have to resort to ironing them at midday.

The fun part will be getting down the hill with my suitcase.

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It's been about a year but The Bottle Wars are totally on again. I thought T had binned the ones I dumped in her suitcase at the end of last year, but no. She kept them. And I found them in my bed. But she's gone for the whole day, and I'm about to leave Soton for 3 weeks, so I'm going to get her back. So long as I can get at least one bottle all the way to the US, I shall feel triumphant!

(*) I hate hipsters. I don't even know why I own a pair. I wear them like normal jeans, though, and pull them up. I need a belt. RIDICULOUS TROUSERS. Designed to get WET and SCUFFED. So! Frustrating! I don't mind lounging about in the house with them on but they're SO IMPRACTICAL for The Real World.

So, the wireless is now fixed on my laptop so I can use that again. it's been fixed for about a day now but I've been having some homecoming-related LJ apathy. Went to BGS today and saw Stephen and Wendy, as well as a troop of other people. It was really good. It helps that I'm dressed well today, even if I do say so myself, heh.

Spent last night making Christmas cards - glitter-glue pens and foil stars! Going to spend the afternoon writing up notes and watching everything I couldn't be asked to watch last week. There's new Atlantis, isn't there? Crap.

But, wow, watched the Dexter finale. ( spoils. )

Also, the Nelly Furtado song is still good but not as awesome as that second verse. The cuts in the music are awesome, seriously. travelling I [.] only stop at exits / wondering if I'll stay [.] young and restless. It's actually a deathly song - the dogs were whistling a new tune, barking at the new moon, hoping it would come soon so that they could die. How joyful.

Dear Studio 60,
Sigh. Just when you were getting better at this shit, too.
Disappointedly yours, M.

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Anyway, I've now seen the irst two episodes of Dexter. Guys, you should really be watching more shit by HBO/Showcase. It's like 20 times better than normal TV. And it's totally pretty.

eta: No, I am not getting suckier at typing. The keys are sticking so even when I do press the right one, it doesn't produce a character. This is going to make essay writing a whole new hell.