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From here Hello dear blog and a very happy holidays to the interwebz at large. Hope everyone enjoyed it. As you can see, I'm aliiiive! And still in love with XMFC. Good times! I have been endlessly busy for the last 12 weeks, hardly a moment to even catch my breath. It's been insane. And now suddenly I have less than a week to go before I set off into the big bad world for the trip! How did

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Oh, you guys, I am so tired. I feel like I have a terrible case of jet lag and it's entirely unfair since I don't have the thrill of new scenery to make it feel worth it. Two and half hours sleep. A for effort, self. But hey, the essay is mostly done. I say mostly because I gave it a cursory glance this morning and it's second half is lacking in substance. I need to flesh it out with another

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But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime: 'O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time. 'In the burrows of the Nightmare Where Justice naked is, Time watches from the shadow And coughs when you would kiss. 'In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away, And Time will have his fancy To-morrow or to-day. 'Into many a green valley Drifts the appalling snow; Time breaks

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This is a total cop-out really. Until I saw the first X-Men movie, I never liked comic book or, more precisely, superhero movies so I'm not exactly what you'd call a good judge, well-informed or anything like that. But I do know what I enjoy, and that's enough for a list. V for Vendetta The great thing about this is even though I saw the film first, it never detracted from my appreciation of the

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Look what arrived today... Hee! Yes, I really am this lame. But look! Don't X-Men: First Class (aka my life partner) and I make a lovely pair? The best thing is that Charles is on the back of the case so I didn't have to choose after all! Oh, what a weight off my mind that is. (Priorities, I don't have them. What? I keep saying there needs to be a support group.) In related news, they've

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…and how I’ve decided to abandon it after one day. Officially, National Novel Writing Month kicked off yesterday. It’s my third year – I won the first, didn’t win last year, and was all set to go for this one. I didn’t have a plan but seeing as I am the type of person who wrote essay plans for submission after I wrote the actual essays, this didn’t phase me. Yesterday I wrote 1363 words, which

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Not quite a return to my top 10 list-making, but here are 5 ‘bad guys’ I shouldn’t love, but do anyway. And hey, t’is a far better way to spend a Monday morning than the alternative. Come along, my loves, let’s take over the world! The Master John Simm’s version, naturally. With the smart suit, and the dancing, and event-appropriate music choices, what’s not to love here? So he’s a little

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I have the new Florence + The Machine playing, the neighbourhood is quieting down and Oreo is snuffling outside under the window. All in all, things aren't too shabby. I'm utterly exhausted and should really be doing other things but you know, still. The move is pretty much complete. Just a couple more boxes to unpack and things to move into place, but generally, it resembles a house. New

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Things that suck about moving… Oh wait, making a list of that would take far, far, faaaar too long. It is not an enjoyable undertaking whatsoever. Still, things are chugging along. It seems to be taking forever because we’re sort of doing it in drips and drabs as we all coem home from work. So far I’ve managed to completely transpose my room, study and bathroom – although the latter is not

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Out of all my pet peeves, I think the thing I hate the most is being copied. It makes me irately annoyed. But it’s also funny because Em knows how much I loathe it and she always starts laughing in a knowing sort of way whenever it happens and that, in turn, gets me laughing. It’s probably a more healthy response. So thanks for that Em, you’re probably doing wonders for my blood pressure! On the

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This is my cousin’s (technically uncle, but he’s only 4 years older than me so we don't bother with semantics) photography page. He works in the Chobe National Park which I think makes him the person with the best workplace I know. Do you get to see lions and leopards and wild dogs at your office? Precisely. Anyway, on one of my rare forays onto Facebook last night we got to chatting and he

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Okay. Lots of things have happened and most have been detrimental to my mood, which has been consistently terrible since Wednesday. Firstly, The Academy Is… has officially called it quits. William announced it yesterday. It’s not entirely unexpected – with them all being all over the place – but it’s still sad. TAI was one of my favourite bands, and they’re one of the few bands that I’ve known

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While I’m waiting for my new phone to arrive, I’m using one of my ye olde phones – a flip phone from what must be about 7 years ago. I’ve had the hiptops so long that it feels practically prehistoric. The last time I used it was in 09, when I took it to Europe with me in order to avoid ginormous roaming charges (it worked.) It didn’t feel quite so outdated then, but now…well. It’s a bit of a

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I have just returned from my graduation. Third time, don't you know. It all went smoothly, even though I had to navigate stairs in heels - it was at the Conference and Exhibition Centre this time, rather than the uni Great Hall. I didn't fall over and that is the main thing. It was nice to catch up with some of the others, I made at least two good friends during Masters. The parentals spent far

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Just did a quiz on which A Song of Ice and Fire House I belong to and I am, drum roll please, a Stark. Can't say I'm surprised. Now if only I had time to read the books, gah. You Scored as HOUSE STARK. Brrr. You hail from House Stark. Your house seat is Winterfell way up North. You are responsible, trustworthy, and know how to be a leader when called upon. You are a workhorse for the realm,

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Scott Pilgrim is awesome. That is all. I don't know why that last one cracked me up as much as it did...but it did *shrug* Music: NCIS is on in the background somewhere

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Work is blocking travel sites as quickly as I can access them. Seems they are on to me and my trip planning ways. I’m just check things as they come to me, alright? I’m still working too, promise. Anyway. I’ve been AWOL, apologies. Despite what the above might suggest, work has been entirely mad the last few weeks and I’ve barely had time to breathe. And since it feels like I hardly ever have

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Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt, we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Right in this moment this order's tall I told you to be patient I told you to be fine And I told you to be balanced And I told you to be

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Hey look, another blog. Shock horror. I guess you can tell that I don’t particularly feel like working this week. For those following my descent into full-blown geekiness, I finished Watchmen last night. I now understand why a friend of mine insists Matthew Goode was miscast as Ozymandias… but seeing as Ozymandias was the only character I really paid attention to in the movie, I’m not

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Today’s random observation: I really like Matthew Vaughan. I think he’s a really slick producer and director. Also, he’s got screenwriting credit on Kick-Ass, XMFC and Stardust. All things I love. Ah, if only he stayed on to direct X-Men: The Last Stand, what awesome it could have been. Speaking of directors, apparently Kenneth Branagh will not be directing Thor 2. This seems like a mistake to

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You guys! This is so cute. I can't stand it. "And then they made me their chief." I can imagine what you're thinking. You're thinking, What? They're just sitting in a field. But if you're thinking that, you don't understand how amazingly, brilliantly, perfectly awesome these two are. Awesome (adj): made of win. I mean, come on. I think the fact that they're in a movie together is perhaps

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Here follows the tale of my odd weekend. Shenanigans kicked off Friday night as I helped a family friend plan her upcoming holiday (with all this trip planning going on I’ll soon be able to start my own touring company.) For some inexplicable reason I was craving a martini but after packing out the entire liquor cabinet, I came to the sad conclusion that we didn’t have vermouth. (I did find a

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I've just discovered this Henry Rollins quote. I thought it rather epic. Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your

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Girl 1: I think he’s called Erik. Me: What? Another one? Girl 1: But with a ‘k’. Girl 2 (entering): What you doing? Me: Talking about Erik. Girl 2: The vampire? Girl 1: The penguin. Girl 3 (entering): Is Eric going to play a penguin? Me (to Girl 1): You see the problem. And that’s only with two Eric(k)s – I ‘know’ three others, one of them being my own character. At any one time when someone is

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I've been less than consistent with this, I know. The same old excuses, I won't bore you with it. I haven't done anything exciting and I don't have anything terribly creative to contribute, so instead here's a list of ten random things I've watched in the last week (or two). Captain America: The First Avenger Somewhere in the last two years, I seem to have sold my soul to Marvel. That said,

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My father is frankly being insufferable. So much so that I've actually dreaded coming home. He's been whining about his knee for about three months now, finally went to see a specialist and was informed he's torn his cartilage. Ouch. I know. I'm not denying that it is so not a fun position to be in. But now that he's had his diagnosis confirmed, he wanders around like a war victim. I'd feel sorry

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I’m reading this book at the moment and I keep having to stop every couple of pages because it’s in your voice, and I can hear you, like you’re sitting right next to me. It’s both oddly disconcerting and tragically wonderful. Sometimes I think I'm too sentimental for my own good. Music: Rumour has it - Adele

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I love this song. That is all. Music: In my mind - Amanda Palmer

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Thursday is brought to you by Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under. I'm not going to bore you with the mundane details that is my everyday life. They're the same they always are, too much writing to do and not enough will to do it, and repeat. My eyes feel permanently heavy and I can't figure out if it's too much sleep or not enough. I'm just off at the moment but I refuse to consider that I may have

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This post contains spoilers for episode 5 of Torchwood: Miracle Day. If you haven’t seen it, tread carefully. Okay, forget everything I’ve ever written about Children of Earth on this blog, every bitter little comment I may have made. Forget it. All of it. It’s done, put it aside. While CoE had its flaws (character inconsistencies, failures of logic and [arguably] emotional manipulation), it was

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People who expect things to just happen for them endlessly frustrate me. Stop complaining, get up and do something, if you so desperately want to. I don't have the patience for sitting around listening to it all the time. Anyway. Lots has happened. Fun was had. Too tired to really talk about any of it. Hopefully, I'll get around to it tomorrow or else it'll be another week of blog radio-silence.

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I’m going through Supernatural withdrawal and for some reason I’ve been thinking about this episode a lot. It’s one of my favourites, particularly because of this scene. It’s quite an intense episode and then as it’s all going to hell, Castiel just pulls Dean back. It feels like it carries so much weight considering what Dean’s just been through – what we saw of the future, of Sam, and of what

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I'm working from home today. I really wish I could do this all the time - it's just gone 11am and I've already written 1200 words of editorial. More productive than I ever am at work. I think this is mostly because I just don't work well in "monitored" situations. Like at school - I never wrote essays in class. My brain doesn't respond well to being told "you will write now" or something. I don't

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You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's actually cerulean. You're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar

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I didn't have a Top 10 planned for this week - I've been far too busy to get anything organised (deadline was moved up a week and no one told me! Aaaaagh!) Instead I was going to post a pic and marvel at how dapper Mr Fassbender is. That's when I realised hey, that in itself is top 10 fodder. I do have a bit of a suit fetish after all. Quite frankly, I think life would be infinitely better if men

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Came home early with a terrible headache and had a nap. Felt marginally better afterwards, or at least well enough to some reading, so I read The Hunger Games. I think Tomorrow, When The War Began is better, but I still couldn't put it down. Part of me wanted to be annoyed with Katniss for being so oblivious and for kinda breaking Peeta's heart but then, how can I be? I realised she's just like

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Nostalgia is a funny thing. I can go weeks, months, without the thought of you crossing my mind until, quite suddenly, it crashes down around me. Awareness and regret. I’m young again, stupid and careless, and you’re there, always there, always looking out for me. The best friend I didn’t realise I had until you were gone. And I marvel sometimes at how I can miss you, so many years later, as if

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I feel like a truck has run over my head, repeatedly. Rather than pretend to have anything useful to say, here's a list of things I currently want - Marvel gym bag from Superhero Stuff Pretty much every Think Geek t-shirt ever. 'The Better Man' print from Society6 A corset Doctor Who series 5 White Collar series 1 New fingerless gloves Burgundy Doc Martens Fragrances from Black Phoenix

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I haven’t read the books – the first one arrived yesterday, I'll get to it – but I love the show (and okay, I haven’t finished it but I know what happens. Woe.) The problem with Game of Thrones is that it has such an abundance of great characters (most of whom want to kill each other). Ah well. Here are my current faves: Eddard Stark So noble. So well-meaning. So doomed. Jon Snow Someone

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Hang on, am I to believe that in the entire X-Men universe, there isn’t a single mutant who can heal others? They’ve got all these insane powers, but not one of them can heal? Really? It seems evolution dropped the ball on that one, I mean surely that would be insanely useful. Someone who can heal others, cure anything, you know? Until everyone can heal themselves, like Wolverine and Sabretooth

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I swear, sometimes I don’t know why my friends put up with me. Take yesterday, for example. I was over at R’s for a proper trip planning meeting – which we did while watching, among other things, Inglorious Basterds. This of course led to making a whole lot of inappropriate Nazi remarks as we "travelled" through Europe (nicely balanced with some communist remarks as well cause we're egalitarian

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In his latest Fuse blog, Mat Devine shares 5 tips for (maybe) conquering writer's block. One of them is - D. GET STUPID. The best songs were written by bands who had no idea what they were doing. Their subsequent work lacks charm and originality because their innocence was lost. They’d been “taught” the formulas of the craft; the modes, arrangements, melodies, keys, tempos. My hunch is that

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As vaguely promised, my thoughts on the film. Firstly, I once again have to say that I don’t know how anyone who hasn’t read the books knows what’s going on. I know there are people out there who just watch the films, but I just…I don’t get it. You miss so much, all the little things that make it really special. So much knowledge is taken for granted. Just one example, the Lupin and Tonks

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To be lost in the forest, to be caught adrift You've been trying to reach me, you bought me a book To be lost in the forest, to be caught adrift I've been paid, I've been paid To be lost in the forest, to be caught adrift You've been trying to reach me, you bought me a book To be lost in the forest, to be caught adrift I've been paid, I've been wait, I've been... Don't get offended, if I seem

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Being a little different and doing a list of 10 things that make me happy right at this very moment. Mostly this is because I’m at work and don’t have time to find/make quotes/pics for the other top 10 list I’ve got brewing. And this is simple. So, in no particular order, here’s to life’s positives: Butterbeer at the Schnitzel For some reason, the idea of meeting at a pub after work on a Friday

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So I enjoyed the film. Bittersweet as it all is. Might do a proper review type write up if I have time later. But in the meantime, I found this and thought it worth sharing... Music: About to watch Game of Thrones

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Tonight my friends and I are off to the midnight screening of the final Harry Potter film. It’s both exciting and ever so slightly traumatic. It may sound weird to some, but Harry, Ron and Hermoine are like personal friends I grew up with. When they were eleven, I was eleven, and we all grew up together. In the end, I overshot them a little, but it didn’t really matter – the effect was the same

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The main thing I took away from the first ep of Miracle Day? "Hey, I've been to Gwen's house!" The show My holiday snaps   I have no intention of going on about the ep (I know the UK's a week behind - how novel) but I'd just like to say I don't particularly care for the title card. The whole medical look of it reminds me of the covers of a melodramatic hospital-based book series I read once

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"She’s not my favourite of the X-Men, in order that would be Wolverine, Cyclops - oh wait, I forgot Professor X. Professor X, Wolverine, Cyclops, Iceman, then Storm, Angel, the Beast - oh wait, Nightcrawler. Professor X, Nightcrawler, Wolverine, Cyclops, Iceman, then Storm, Angel…" -  The Bad Fish Paradigm (S2E1) In moments like these, Sheldon is just so me. Music: The future freaks me out -

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So, my boys just lost the Super Rugby final. I'm absolutely devastated. I mean, I'm happy for Ewan McKenzie that he's finally won a final, and it's great for the Reds and rugby in Australia. But, my boys. My boys. After everything we've been through this year, I really think we deserved this win. They lost their home field, faced so much, travelled so much - hell, went to England to play a match

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It’s the return of the Friday Top 10! In honour of my recent obsession with X-Men: First Class, I’ve decided to dedicate this week to the films I have re-watched the most. I’m a big re-watcher/re-reader – considering my obsessive tendencies, it’s not much of a surprise. I like that the more your watch/read something, the more subtleties you pick up, whether it be in the nuances of characters,

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I’m finally a little bit excited for Miracle Day. Despite my better judgement, I assure you. But ee! Two days! It’s the countdown UKTV has going that did it, I think. Every time I flipped over it was just there – staring at me. Oh, wait. I just realised it’s on at the same time as the Super Rugby final! Conundrum! Uuuugh. Jack will just have to wait. I must watch my boys play, it’s going to be

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I'm applying for a job with Lonely Planet. It's almost pathetic how much I want it. In other news, I miss New Zealand. Music: Gorecki - Lamb

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Having gone in search of diet coke, I returned to the study to find mum staring at my laptop (aka Torchwood Four, aka Sheldon) with a thoughtful expression on her face. I gave her a look which she understood by virtue of being my mother. Mum: Who's that? Me (following her gaze to my laptop): James McAvoy. Mum: I know that. I meant the character, who is he? Me: Here he's Charles Xavier, from X-Men

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And really rather beautiful. This 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car…no, the most important object in pretty much the whole universe. The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have, and a few things they don’t, but none of that stuff’s important. This is the stuff that’s important; the army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray, it’s still stuck there;

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I have a broken toe. It is surprisingly painful. Or maybe it’s just the cold making it feel that way. The urge to run away is so strong today. I don’t even mean run away overseas, I’d settle for Cairns or Broome or somewhere warm. We’re not even halfway and I’m already sick to death of winter. Overall, had a brilliantly lazy weekend – despite getting extremely pissed at the guy in the Telstra

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This is a very quick post with a very shitty graphic just to add further proof to my case  - I would just like to point out that I do this all the time. All the time. Ask my friends, I’m always collapsing in a fit of giggles/mortification on their shoulders. In fact, this picture is pretty much what I looked like at Supanova panels last weekend. So again I feel I have to ask, why aren’t we

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I was thinking about X-Men last night (cause that’s just what I do now) and you know what, it’s all very Harry Potter. Secret school led by benevolent figure with great power randomly plucks ‘gifted youngsters’ from every day life and teaches them to control their powers – and sometimes some of them have adventures. In other news, heartbreak! I got a call from Telstra today informing me that I

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Right, it’s been ages and ages since I first wanted to talk about it (life just gets in the way sometimes, it’s very inconsiderate), but I’m finally getting there now. Torchwood. Thoughts. Have them. First up, I’d like to say I’m completely over the horror inflicted upon my poor fangirl psyche by Children of Earth. I still think it’s the most depressing thing and everyone behaves like idiots,

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Worst mood today. I’ve again reached that point in the full-time employment cycle where all goodwill has disappeared and life seems particularly cruel. Why isn’t there a three day weekend? Why must I be awake before sunrise? Why must I have bills? Why can’t I stay up all night writing? Why can’t I just spend my days on R’s couch? These are questions that’ll keep you up at night. A couple of

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I just...I don't understand how we aren't friends. We should be friends. "It's the most rock n roll I've ever been, going 12 miles an hour in a golf cart." Music: What light - Wilco

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This is a X-Men: First Class appreciation blog. Possibly spoilery, depending on your strict adherence to that. So maybe if you don't want to know anything, it's best not to read this. I'll try not to, but you never know. Really, you should go watch it. Lookit, I'm not blogging about myself, isn't it a nice change? I do try to limit my angst and self-pity. My angst bucket is just filled after a

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I am the very picture of annoyance at the moment. I have no patience so I may snap at you should you dare to ask me anything. Be warned. Firstly, we seem to be waging an endless war against our company. I’d prefer it if they just shut the stupid magazine down, instead of trying to cut corners everywhere. We’re a high quality mag and I’d rather have it die now, respected as it is, rather than see

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I’m looking up accommodation at the Kruger National Park for reasons I’ll explain later, and these are some of the stupid things that have just left my mouth – ‘I don’t think I’ve been to this one *squints at pic* Oh wait, I think this is where I played in the mud.’ (All class, me.) ‘Lower Sabie used to be so much nicer before it burnt down.’ ‘I can’t stay here anyway, it’s the source of my

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Well, it's happened. I have completed my course. On Thursday, I handed in my final two assignments, and all things said and done, I will be walking away with a MA in October. The last year has been harder than the others - not because it was academically harder, just more difficult to manage. Truth be told, I'm more confident with my academic abilities than I've ever been, but that's how it

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For reasons unknown, my father decided to buy me a graphics tablet. I mentioned wanting one back in January and on Thursday he apparently thought it was time to to act on it - maybe it's meant to be an end of uni surprise, or perhaps he feels guilty for implying I should move out so he can get a bigger desk for the study - who knows? Either way, I'm grateful. Like I said, I've wanted one for a

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This sums up my entire mood today. I have missed your stupid face, Brendon. Also, that first jacket is very nice - I don't care what anyone says, you can never have too many military jackets! Music: Ready To Go - Panic! At The Disco

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On Twitter right now there's a discussion going about YA fiction in response to this ridiculously agitating article from the Wall Street Journal. Check out the #YASaves tag for the whole deal. I joined in easily enough because YA lit, and reading, gave me something to hold on to when I needed it the most – as reading continues to do to this very day. But this got me thinking. This year marks our

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Click through for original Guyssss, come on. River can't possibly be the Doctor's daughter or his mother - they've made out! They flirt all the time! I'm all for weirdness but that's taking it a bit far for Who. If it was Game Of Thrones on the other hand... Anyway, seems like I'm in the minority with this but I have got to say, I've really been fascinated by the latest series of Doctor Who.

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Obligatory procrastination post while struggling through uni work. Here are a few actors I'm appreciating at the moment... James McAvoy Micheal Fassbender No, I haven’t seen X-Men: First Class yet but asdfghjkl; can’t wait. Yet again lifted from Tumblr, natural habitat of GIFs. Matthew Goode Kit Harrington This boy is so emo. The latter because I’m watching Game of Thrones. It’s sort of

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Apparently, I am a 'Cool Nerd Queen.' Please. Tell me something I didn't know. (Although I feel a bit dishonest, having 79% for science/math. I know a lot of sciency/mathy things, but I can't actually apply any of it convincingly...or at all. Ah well.) In other news, tried to get dad to watch Lord of the Rings today - we made it to the part where the Nazgul chase Frodo to Buckleberry Ferry

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Been home sick for the last two days - well, yesterday I was working from home, but today I've taken as a proper sick day. Anywho, I've got not one, not two, but three delightful infections. I'm so lucky. Antibiotics seem to be kicking in though, yay for small mercies. I have about 15,000 words to write this weekend, after all. Don't really have time for this being diseased business. Point is,

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I have had the worst fucking day. I can’t even talk about it. Add the fact that I’m still sick and can now add almost permanent nausea to my list of delightful symptoms, and I’m about ready to throw myself off the nearest tall building. But I can’t really be bothered being that extreme, so I’ll settle for sleeping forever. Also, sad as it is to admit it, there is no way I can go overseas by the

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So hey, it's been a while! I have thoughts about all of this. THOUGHTS, I tells you, and I shall share them as soon as I get a moment. Don't think I won't. Music: The Doctor's Wife

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It’s Monday. I am unbelievably tired. I have a truck-load of things to do, and no will to do it. And I have no hope of reuniting with my bed any time before 11 tonight. So rather than listen to me whinge about it, have these two pics that have cheered my morning.  Oh, and this one actually. Lookit, brilliant people. In other news, I can’t go anywhere on the internet. It’s full of Supernatural

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New music. Good books. Postcards, particularly silly ones from R. Email conversations. My parents. Regaling mum with theories on everything and anything. Spending nights laughing like an idiot and being a brat with my friends. My friends. My friends putting up with me when I know I'm being annoying. Planning trips. Travel. Writing a really good line. Driving in summer with the windows down and

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Music: Degausser - Brand New

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It's SWF time, so of course the city is in a literary flutter with everyone entertaining writerly aspirations, attending talks and taking hints on how to make it in a rather ruthless (and mostly depressing) industry. The thing is, I rather think it's all a bit pointless. Sure, it's fascinating to hear writers talk about their process, and it can be really useful too, but if you're going in there

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What’s all this talk about the Rapture being this Saturday? I’ve decided to watch the final S5 Supernatural episode so the irony of it will make death well worth it if does happen. It would also mean I don’t have to do any homework, so that’d be handy. But then, I think I've used the whole ‘but the world was supposed to end’ excuse for not doing work before, and it didn’t really go well…ah yes,

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I am cold and I don’t want to work. I get the feeling this is going to be the refrain for the entire winter. Why don’t I dress warmer you ask? Well, I’m already wearing three layers. And half the time I keep my coat and my scarf on as well. I can’t dress any warmer than this. Of course, I probably wouldn’t be this cold if the air con in our office actually worked.Our office here referring to

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To state what must be blatantly obvious by now, I’m a leeetle obsessed with Supernatural. I love it to an extreme degree (and am stupidly happy they’ve renewed it for a 7th season, even though I haven’t even seen the 6th one yet) but sometimes they do things that make me stop and go ‘wait, what?’ Like one of the episodes I watched last week called ‘Hammer of the Gods’ – there be spoilers in this

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A month has passed since I first left for NZ, and I’ve been back almost two weeks without posting. The horror. Blogger has been down a lot though, so it’s not entirely my doing. All those posts going up were luckily scheduled waaaay in advance. But anyway, that is neither here nor there. Trip recap time! As has no doubt been assumed, I had an absolutely brilliant time adventuring around NZ, one

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Day 30 - Your favorite song at this time last year Oh man, I can't remember. I think it was probably If I Had You by Adam Lambert. I was so completely in love with that song. I still can't quite believe that this boy is real. And that, ladies and gentlemen, wraps up this insane challenge. Music is hard, let's not do that again.

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Day 29 - A song from your childhood Joyride by Roxette. I loved this song when I was leeeeetle - it's the first one I have any conscious memory of in terms of actual time/place.

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Day 28 - A song that makes you feel guilty Funnily enough, and this is a very recent development, but Here’s looking at you kid by The Gaslight Anthem. If you're pulling a Castiel and you don't get the reference of this song's name, here. And shame! Go rent Casablanca right now and get yourself all acquainted with Humphrey Bogart. Honestly.

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Day 27 - A song that you wish you could play All of them. Heh. I wish I could play the piano intro to Muse’s New Born. Or do I? I don’t really know. I'm more of the 'curl up into songs and live in them forever' type, rather than the 'hey let's learn that song' type. I think if I had a shred of ambitious musical talent, I'd want to play Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin. Ugh Andrew, why are you so

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Day 26 - A song that you can play on an instrument I used to be able to play a couple of songs on piano, none of them very impressive. The only song I really got round to learning properly on guitar was House of the Rising Sun (so easy hahaha) so that’ll have the be it, I guess.

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Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh Pretty much anything from the Avenue Q soundtrack. And I know that’s probably cheating, but I don’t care. It’s included on my mix cds in my car and it always cracks me up

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Day 24 - A song that you want to play at your funeral The 59 Sound by The Gaslight Anthem. This might be kind of silly, choosing a song about death, but I like the symmetry of it - did you hear your favourite song one last time?

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Day 23 - A song that you want to play at your wedding I really can't think of a single thing right now. While I think of one, have this handy filler.

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Day 22 - A song that you listen to when you’re sad Starving your friends by Envy On The Coast. This band, this album, is just a special kind of perfect. Also: Handcuffs by Brand New. Easy Lucky Free by Bright Eyes.

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Day 21 - A song that you listen to when you’re happy I’m tempted to say I’m not ok again – it’s just a song that swings that way. But okay, I’ll go with About A Girl by The Academy Is…

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Day 20 - A song that you listen to when you’re angry I’m not ok by My Chemical Romance. Or Ride the wings of pestilence by From First To Last. It really depends on what kind of anger, or what induced it. Do not, however, listen to Marilyn Manson because it will just further enrage you. Pro tip. Still one of my all time favourite videos. Oh, MCR. We'll always have the memories.

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Day 19 - A song from your favorite album According to last.fm, my most played album is still The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me and I can’t really argue with that. Therefore, let there be Sowing Season.

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Day 18 - A song that you wish you heard on the radio I wish I heard all my songs on the radio – and I don’t listen to Triple J where I actually might cause the hipster oozes through the speakers and hurts my me. But then I would probably hear more Fleet Foxes and Bon Iver, and that wouldn't be a bad thing. Today, right at this very moment, I would like to hear The Decemberists’ This is why we

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Day 17 - A song that you hear often on the radio At the moment I’m not really listening to the radio a lot cause Hamish and Andy aren’t on regularly anymore *sadface* And at home we only listen to the ‘classic hits’ station and they sure love playing Supertramp a lot. But I’m going to give this day to Rihanna’s S&M which I seem to hear everywhere I go.

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Day 16 - A song that you used to love but now hate This would be overplaying getting involved. I don’t really know. I think I’ve done this with Starlight by Muse, but I don’t hate the song. I just don’t really listen to it anymore…and kinda skip it, if it comes on.

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Day 15 - A song that describes you Oooooh, god. I want to say Admit It!!! by Say Anything, but I’ve already used it. She I’ve used as well. Um. Oh! Everything is Alright by Motion City Soundtrack. I’m sick of the things I do when I’m nervous, like cleaning the oven or checking my tires, or counting the number of tiles in the ceiling, head for the hills the kitchen’s on fire. I used to rely on

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Day 14 - A song that no one would expect you to love Meet me halfway – The Black Eyed Peas. Every time I mention I like this song, everyone goes 'Really?' So that qualifies it for this, I guess.

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Day 13 - A song that is a guilty pleasure Toxic by Britney Spears. Shut up.

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