Huzzah Feckers

Yay! SBPC is for the win in many a different way.

monsieur_djinn: do you want ones that wont leave the person shocked for a second, then cause them to become enraged and chase you down a street with an umbrella?
khloidanikos: lmao I am unlikely to talk to someone who understands them
leerie: yeah me too
monsieur_djinn: *breaks into an evil grin*
khloidanikos: though that is kind of beautiful imagery
khloidanikos: umbrella chasing
leerie: unlike the spanish curses I know, where half the time I'm liable to be in a room with someone who understands it
monsieur_djinn: there is nothing like being chased by an 80 year old woman with an umbrella
leerie: hahaha
leerie: I'm picturing that now
khloidanikos: me too!
leerie: it's like that weird joke I used to have with my friend Cedric
khloidanikos: hmm?
monsieur_djinn: ?
leerie: this one day we just...I don't even know, but somehow in our conversation we ended up both having the mental image of an old lady on her porch taking off her pink fluffy slipper to throw at a kid on her lawn
leerie: and she's saying, "BITCH!" in this hilarious voice
khloidanikos: XD
leerie: and so practically every time I see him now, which is like once or twice a year, at some point one of us will go, "BITCH!" in that voice, and we'll both crack up royally

I find this to be an excellent thing.

'Mis-shapen Time, copesmate of ugly Night

I just read this:

"Haha this iz how old i am.... censored i started @ the woolies censored, waz the only1 bak then. i waz doin ye3ar 11 & the extra $ waz grae3t, also meetin chix waz graet. i got into a fite with a managers son (over a girl) out front of hiz house one fridi nite, that waznt so great"

After I had finished, I think a part of my soul had died. You know, that part that likes grammar, and correct spelling, and wants to have a litter of puppies with sirius, and believes in commas.

That part of me shall never be able to talk to the person that wrote this again.

Oh the troubles that bad grammar and spelling bring!

Thats okay, at least I dont have the SARS/PIG FLU/BIRD FLU/MOOSE FLU/HORSE FLU + CUCUMBER AND A DIRTY MARTINI, but then I'm not really into having the Must Have Diseas of 2009 now am I sweeties? No, not at all.

You shall shine more bright in these contents than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time

Wotcha!

Okay, so number one: Merlin = Fucking Brilliant! It had Eve Myles in it - the crossover, OH THE CROSSOVER - and in general it was just fucking, fecking fantastic.

Number two: Niamh just got given parental talk on 'urges' #ultimate embaressing. She is hyperventilating as we speak.
Brought to mind this:

For a few moments he just sits on the toilet, trying not to weep like a child.
Then, from behind the shower curtain, someone whispers, "Prongs?"
"Pads?"
"Is your dad out there?"
"I'm never going to have sex," James says. "Life no longer has any meaning. Neither do breasts. I'm becoming a nun. Do you want to help me research nunneries?"
"I am going to become a castrato," Sirius replies in a dead voice, "and sing at the opera. Why, Prongs? Why, why, why?"
"It's your fault," James hisses, "you and your French poodle."
"I am full of misery," Sirius says. "The end is nigh."
"I blame you," James insists, without any vigor to the accusation. "You and your uncontrolled urges."
Sirius' head thunks as it hits the tiled wall. "My pamphlets are illustrated."
"My mum is a madwoman."
"Your dad tried to tell me about the facts of life."
"My mum used the phrase sexual intercourse."
"He said the word certainly at least ten times in one sentence."
"She spoke about her and my dad and -- you know."
"Oh God." Sirius peeks out from behind the curtain. "You win."

I told her that the situation reminded me of this, for some reason she was not at all amused.

Number three: I have finished all but two of my assignments for the rest of the semester. I am very proud of myself, and as such may even hold a small festival honouring myself because I am such a berk.

You are all of course welcome to attend.

Shall I play Mephistopheles, my dear Heinrich?

I would have you know, that I am not one to play at Lilith and the Apple, but here I stand my dear Wagner, and I cannot deny the glimmer of starlight on those distant, heady shores.

To do or not to do, this is the question on my lips as we speak. The course is unclear and the alternatives both, are jaded in their uncanny resemblance of implicit danger.

The question stands thus: Should I  spend my stimulus money: a) on a nice new pair of glasses or b) on paying mum and dad back some more moneys?

I am torn to be sure.

Thankyou.
That is all.