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

So last night I decided to get a region-free DVD player so I could watch my imported DVDs in my room. Especially the ones no one else wants to watch. *coughMostHauntedcough* I found a nice one that was really cheap and so I ordered it. Then I found out, not a few hours later, that VLC player ignores regions. I have had VLC player for years. I feel like such a tool. So I cancelled the order, thankfully. And now I can watch the DVDs in my room instead of falling asleep on the sofa while staring at Yvette Fielding's face. I am such a derp-face.

So now I am gushing about cats on other people's LJs and spamming Tumbler with their faces. No, really. See?

I call it a productive day when I bond over kitties and share their adorableness with people! Also Helios just brought in a big bug from outside but then he ate it. Good boy! He had a productive day too then!

But in all seriousness, I actually had the energy to run my errands today which was very pleasing. And now I can just relax. :D

Longer rant about today later because this should be documented but for now...

I AM NOT STRAIGHT!

It really pisses me off when people assume I am. And then I get annoyed when people don't understand WHY that upsets me. I guess I can deal with the assumption because a lot of people assume MOST people are straight unless they conform to a stereotype they have created in their own heads and they see in the media, but to then not understand why I don't like being called 'straight' because it's not 'normal' so I should be glad to be assumed to be normal....

...big fuck you.

I kind of realised that the reason I finally had enough of Heather Doney's shit (she was a girl I knew in high school and she was unkind but we kind of put up with it) when I turned 18 and finally cut off all contact with her, was because of the way she handled her best friend coming out. Heather came to ME sobbing saying that something was wrong with Amber and when I asked if Amber was sick, because my first assumption was cancer, Heather said, "she is sick!" And when I asked what she had, Heather said, "she's bisexual!!" And since I was pretty much struggling with my own sexuality at the time, that was NOT what I needed to hear. As soon as I got away from her (and moved to Uni) I was able to admit it to the people closest to me. She would have made that unbearable.

I'm not sick. I'm not abnormal. I'm just not straight. And if you don't like it, I really don't care anymore.

So I've spent all weekend studying and writing and I haven't brushed my hair in two days. Please note it is CLEAN, just wild and untamed, like my SOUL. Booyah. Now it's a bit wet and I'm cold, but my heater is on and I have a hottie and the girlies are watching Mitchell and Webb while I ignore it because I'm not entirely sure I get it... BUT We watched Stephen Fry's last look and QI and I made a sausage bake and tea and then I burned my hand with the water filling UP the water bottle, but it's all good.

It's ALL GOOD.

Because essays have eaten my brain. Eaten. Gone. Yesterday I spent the afternoon reading about social policy and fricking welfare and like...policy of policy makers making policy all for ONE 500 WORD REVIEW which is POINTLESS but it's out of the way so I can focus on how qualitative researchers use observation, focus groups, interviews and existing documentation to complete their research.

Reeeessseeaarrrcchhhhhhhh.

No seriously, brain eaten.

Tomorrow I get to ACTUALLY SEND MAIL because I've been waiting for the US Federal Aid lady to return my form to me before I send stuff to the US and she finally got to it. And then I have class and then more essays. Wheeeeeeee.

PS David Wells is my gay boyfriend. :D