It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

So last night I had a slasher dream. Considering how much I love slasher movies, one might think I embraced the chance to have a new one all up in my head that I didn't even need to pay admission for. Not necessarily so. I would like to take this opportunity to tell you how much arse I kicked by thinking on my feet.

It started off that I was crawling through a tunnel (lol no) while exploring NYC with Eva Amurri (Susan Sarandon's daughter. Why? Don't ask me) and the killer got into the other end of the tunnel and crawled towards us so we had to crawl super fast to get away. Most of the rest of the dream took place in an office building we were partying in because why not party after being chased by a masked killer, amirite? And then he tracked us down OH NOES. It was basically me trying to avoid the cliche masked baddie by doing awesome things and then watching lots of people die because I wasn't awesome enough to save everyone, alas. But I actually scoured the building we were all trapped in (it was a Halloween party and we were all in costumes) for things to help me survive like a video game heroine, bitches. I found a knife and a gun and apparently a holster to carry them in (yeah, I don't know...) and like ninja throwing stars I totally used, and well.

Then I was in the elevator with some other scared people and the thing stalled. The door opened between floors and the killer was on the bottom floor with a chainsaw he somehow scrounged up in this office building we were partying in. He jammed the thing into the opening and chainsawed away while the others screamed. I risked my flesh to jam the stop button so it wouldn't inch down any further towards the waiting killer and then I got us all out the top of the elevator and up to the floor above. Why the killer didn't just run up the stairs and head us off, I don't know. But hush, I'm being a heroine here.

Then we were on the first floor (NOT the ground floor, Yanks. One floor above ground) and I found a window near a tree. I tried it and it was unlocked so I ushered the people I was with out the window and then shimmied down the tree myself so I could call the cops on ze killer. They arrived and then I realised it MUST be a TRAP because the window wouldn't be left open on accident. I don't even know how this killer was going to somehow take out like dozens of police officers but if Michael Meyers taught us anything in Halloween 2, it's that no matter how many people he was up against, he still just slashed right through them and kept on going. So I made the police go into the party, via the window, dressed in Halloween costumes and roughed up a little bit so they would look like partygoers and take the killer by surprise. Again, not sure how that was supposed to work, but HUSH BECAUSE I SAVED THE DAY.

They police took him out and then all the survivors who had been at the party signed up for the police force except me. I became an informant. And the moral of the story (besides how awesome I totally am) is that all you need to do to join the police force is be totally ineffective against a masked killer and yet be lucky enough to survive anyway.

In reality I am much less ninja-throwing-star wielding and more annoyed that my arse hurts. Because of my exercise bike, people. Sheesh.

1. My family is the most awesome thing in the world.

2. Still waiting on my program to confirm my results to the loan people so I can get my second semester loan. If this is refused, this entire year is basically a wash. And it's 7 weeks til the end of term (break weeks not included) So. That sucks. But-

3. My family is still the most awesome thing in the world.

4. I now have all The Kills albums! :D

5. Simon is wonderful for cheering me up.

6. My family is seriously the most awesome thing in the world.

Jen, you also have to see THIS video!

( Noel Fielding dancing for Comic Relief )

Last night I kept falling asleep while watching Big Fat Quiz of the Year 2010 and waking up when Jimmy Carr would laugh. He has a HORRIBLE laugh. It sounds a little like a donkey. HAW-HAW-HAW-HAW-HAW! So my sleep was riddled with consciousness of donkey laughs.

It was unique and new.

Now I am waiting for Alison to finish speaking to her aunt so we can go shopping (OMG she is taking SO LONG what a COW talking to her FAMILY instead of paying attention to ME) and indulging in deep sarcasm because it amuses me and Leah isn't awake to sarcasm at.

There's water in the roof, or there was. That'll need fixing eventually, probably. But the water in the taps is now coming out at more than a trickle. Hurrah! And tonight there is showertime at Woot's. It will be glorious and Wooty. With suds.

And hopefully conditioner that is mine, instead of borrowed from Alison! Depends on if they have some at the supermarket! It's hit or miss lately, really. Which isn't surprising.

On March 1st there will be St David's Day leek and potato soup and other things, as long as we can get leeks! If not, we will improvise. We're good at that.

Especially lately.

Dear Self,

You are almost thirty. I know you like Rob Zombie and Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson, but headbanging on your knees on the floor, even to cheer your damn self up, is probably not the best idea. You will spend the next day walking around like you are fifty years older than you actually are. Which isn't very fun, is it? No. No, it's not.

It was still awesome though.

Much Love,

Me



Also I hate my printer. But I love you! Today is much better, despite my sore everything. I haven't curled up in a ball on the floor once today. Progress!

I went from sitting here having a cry tonight (lol bloodsugar) to bouncy and happy. This pleases me.

So...this is just a hole in the ground right?! Everyone else is seeing what I'm seeing? This is a hole in the ground in Camden for rent for 320 quid a week? I am sure that isn't what is actually on offer here, at least I hope not. But a quick check at the floorplan leaves me baffled. Are they renting the ground and expecting you to build!?

I decided to look up properties on Foxton's on a whim because I freaking love that site. The manor houses they have for sale. The refurbished churches (this is the property where my characters Flynn and Quinn live. It's been for sale since I went to London in 2009!). The houseboats. THIS. It's only 16 million, why are you making that face?!

Oh, London. I love you, but seriously... I don't think I could ever live in a refurbished church. The viibbesssss. But an old manor house I could do! If I were a rich lady!

Working here is awesome...

Yesterday Lisa was talking to one of the theology course coordinators. She is a theology student, so they get along really well and have a good relationship. Apparently he was trying to get her to do something and she was refusing.

Lisa: "No. No, it's a school issue. It's your thing and if you want to do it, I think it should come from the school, I'm not going to do that." *pause* "You know, you're a theologian, I don't think you should be saying 'Jesus Christ' like that, it's not very good..."

And I pissed myself laughing. Also, the Assistant Academic Registrar (Student Systems) was down yesterday and he walked past me. He's in charge of computers and well..systems, among other things.

Leo: "Hi, Lara! How are you?"
Me: "Leeooooooo, my computer isn't WORKINGGGGG!"
Leo: "Have you tried turning it off and on again?"
Me: "IT CROWD!" *raises arms in triumph*
Leo: "YEAH! *matches me*
Everyone else: O_O....?

We bonded. BTW? Turning it off and on again? Worked. :|