Gaydar

Sometimes mine is fairly on target, and other times not. I don't get it. I wish it was either working all the time or not working ever, because then I can never trust it.

For instance, I recently found out that someone I (for no real apparent reason) really liked was, in fact, a lesbian too. This annoys me and makes me think that everyone should have "straight" or "gay" or whatever tattooed on their forehead.

On the other hand, there are other people that poke my hontas (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) who I wonder about and then find out that they have a boyfriend. GAH!

EEEEFFFFFFFFFFFF sake.

Ugh.

There are many reasons for the title of this post. 1) College starts back tomorrow and I still have many problems to sort through to acquire a student card and a proper schedule 2) I decided to go out drinking last night and still feel like crap. 3) I still have to get everything ready for college in the morning, including finding paper and pens...

In saying all this though, I must point out that I am, in fact, quite happy :)

I managed to somehow pass my exams and therefore am allowed back into college. HAPPY. Even though I am indeed paying for my adventures into the land of free booze last night, I had a great night with great company HAPPY. Maddie is back. HAPPY XD

Moving Out!! :)

Today I decided, along with a potential new house-mate, that we are moving out together in January, or some time around then. This news has me very excited and full of purpose. Happyface.

However, this means, of course, that I will have to work many hours to get much needed money to fund said moving out. Sadface.

While househunting, we (myself and potential new house-mate) found a surprising number of decent, reasonably priced abodes in which I could see myself living. Surprisedface.

Death by Butterfly and Other Thoughts

As I type there is a butterfly asleep on my ceiling. I fear for my life right now. I have to sleep soon and this means that Henry (as I have recently dubbed him) will most certainly take advantage of the situation and leap into super-stealth-killer-butterfly action. The idea of something crawling all over me while I'm in bed (however in certain situations, I will accept this) repulses me into insomnia. Thus, I will have to either overcome my fear or sleep in another room. We will see how much I can handle.

In other news, after watching a few interviews, I have come to the conclusion that Jennifer Beals is more like Tina than Laurel Holloman, and Laurel Holloman is more like Bette than Jennifer Beals. How bizarre. But interesting, and ultimately makes watching them play their respective characters more titillating.

JS (",)

Am as happy as a pig who finally flies, after many years of ridicule from his fellow pigs and many minutes of practice :)

Thank you muchly to the examiner. I am eternally grateful x

Louise's Sleep vs The World

So, another rant, this time about sleep. It seems as though the world was conspiring against my sanity last night as sleep just would not come. First I could not get comfortable as my bed sheet kept coming off the mattress and wrapping around my leg. Then my duvet cover is slightly too big, and decided it would be hilarious to place all the duvet nicely down to one end and to one side so I was left with much cover, but no duvet. Then my blanket decided to disappear down the end of my bed. Then my flannel sheet that I had wrapped around me insisted on getting twisted and kept bunching all up in my face, multiple times.

After I had overcome all these obstacles and finally gotten to sleep some hours after I had originally intended, my brother had forgotten his key and rang me at 5:30am to open the door for him. After scoffing on the leftover cheesy nachos, we headed to bed, where I fell asleep again at about 6am or 6:15am.

THEN my father, with whom I had established before I went to bed that I would indeed be around to answer the door when the DHL man arrived with a package, storms in at around 9am (myself not needing to waken until 10am) and saying at full volume, "Louise, the DHL guy will be here within the hour, so don't forget to answer the door", and promptly exits, leaving me half awake, half asleep, but mostly jolted and stunned.

Needless to say I dozed on and off for the next 20 mins before the DHL guy arrived...

Tattoo

Right, am thinking about getting a tattoo to cover the big, ugly scar on the inside of my right ankle. I'm full sure my parents won't approve, but they don't have to live with it.

So, Void, I am employing your help for the bouncing of ideas for said tattoo. I saw a nice one a while ago, that was a tribal design with flowers incorporated into it.
This is it :)

However, the more I think about it, I feel that getting a tribal tattoo would nearly be a lie, seeing as I have no immediate connections to anything that the tribal tattoos are all about. Therefore, I propose taking the pretty flowers and melding them in some way with some sort of Celtic band, seeing as I'm Irish. Like one of these
Pretty band, but replace ring with rose
Melt rose into there somehow

The other idea is to just get a tribal rose like one of these
blue and red one
simple black one
and just get it covering the scar and not have it in a band around my ankle.

The only problem I may encounter however, dear Void, is whether or not the tattoo will take on the scarred skin. I was researching this, and apparently it may not take, but people have said that the older the scar is, the more likely it is to take. And I'm going on 3 years at this point, so hopefully that should be old enough. I will have to go and talk to the tattooist about it though. If I can't get the tattoo over the part that I want, I will be willing to move it up the leg slightly, but not too much.

Anyway, Void, if you do happen to have any feedback or comments, they would be tremendously appreciated. However, since we have never met, I have to assume you have some form of appendage and can type. Or that you have some magical, mystical cyber-power type thing, that can post a comment directly using only your mind. Well, I guess I'll have to wait and find out...

Last to know as usual...

AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! It appears that they are making an L Word movie XDXD this excites me greatly. They say that they are gonna focus on the "Who killed Jenny?" storyline, but I think every L Word fan will agree with me when I say, all I want to see is how Bette and Tina (Tibette) are doing and if they are getting married *hope hope hope*

Ouchies...

Why whenever one falls, does one end up hurting more than the place that unfortuantely gets slammed to the ground? For instance, last night some gobsheen spilled their drink on the last step of a 2-step stairs (does it still classify as a stairs then?? *shrug*) and I was on my way to buy my 1st drink (in 4 hours ;]) when Lady Gravity decided to pull me towards her, on the count of my foot finding no grip on the moistened stair. My bruise is starting to form but I noticed earlier that I also have a bruise on my forearm and possibly my shoulder, as it hurts like no one's business whenever I dain to move it.

All I can do is blame the idiotic reflexes that we, as a species (and most probably genus) developed. Clearly they do not work! Since I just ended up hurting more places than was necessary. I still fell, ergo reflexes serve no purpose other than to inflict more pain. So there.

Liar...

So it appears that I lied to you, Void. I am in fact back for more. I know, I know, its hard to contain the excitement and anticipation...what will I say, dear Void? That is the penultimate and suffocatingly obvious question that I really do not know how to begin to address. I could talk about my recent stress involving exams and miscommunication. But no, that is boring to everyone else who is not me. I could perhaps take a stab at voicing my opinions on the world of politics. But again no, because I would bore myself to death and have to gauge my own eyes out with a pencil sharpener and a very, very blunt turnip. No one wants that, do they?

No, no, today I shall peruse, ponder and pontificate on the topic of combovers. About 4 months ago, I was traveling home on the bus from work, when I spotted it. The most splendid, smooth and surreal combover I have ever turned my face towards. The guy had no hair on his so-shiny-you-can-see-yourself head, save two small patches (about 4 inches across and 2 down) just above his ears. Perhaps though, he just got into a fight with the lawn mower and lost. We shall never know. Not to be hindered by his lack of hair, this gentleman had in fact grown these miniscule patches of whispy hair, combed them and plastered them to his head in such a gravity-defying way, that he looked underwater. Madness. The bottom halves of the two hair gardens were combed around the base of his head and up to just below the top of the ear, the rest was in true combover style, which I'm sure, Void, you can imagine.

I wish I had taken a picture.