EVERYTHING FOR LOVE WILL BE UPDATED IN OCTOBER

Okay, so for anyone who may be bothering to read this, you have my sincerest apologies for the whole crappy-disorganization of my updates on this story. I have NOT abandoned it. I will NEVER abandon it. It WILL be finished. And thankyou to everyone who's been commenting and urging me to continue. See you in October ;

(I would have put this on my FP Profile but for some reason it wouldn't let me. Payback for being away so long, maybe??)

( EFL, start of ch27 )

Current Mood: lethargic
Current Music: Bring It On Down ~ Oasis

How long did we all think this all would last?
Who could have counted days as they flew past?
But before we go, sing us a song.
Sing us a song to hum through the hours of dying.

Who would have though it'd come as such a show?
A pink and silver day... who was to know?
Even as we go, sing us a song.
Sing us a song, to hum through the hours of dying.

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: ok go

wow, so I'm still alive.

just haven't updated in a while, been ultra busy. too busy to even work on my stories, but thats soon to change. i'm planning on updating soon... no date decided on as yet, but yeah, soon... it's on my to do list :)

Current Mood: rushed
Current Music: the falling rain

I am in a really bleak mood. Very bleak.

I was fine when I woke up this morning, but this whole live 8 thing is really disheartening. Not the actual event and what it's trying to achieve with the influence on the G8 leaders and everything - that's completely awesome. But just the fact that it has to happen is so saddening. I've been sat watching all these amazing artists and their wonderful performances but it doesn't fill me with any hope, not really.

Because there are always going to be people suffering terribly in the world. Always. It's like Bob Geldof says, he's so angry that it all has to be done again twenty years on from Live Aid. Yes people have been saved, but there are still so many people struggling with unbearable circumstances, while other people live with so much fortune that they don't know what to do with it, except for wasting it, squandering it and not caring at all. It's really sickening.

I do think the whole live 8 thing is a wonderful idea, don't get me wrong. It's a great way to raise public awareness to the things that desperately need fixing so close to the G8 summit - but we've been aware about the poverty and famine in Africa for so, so long, the images we see on the news of those emaciated children is heartbreaking but - and this is a really disgusting thought - they are also common place in ALL of our lives. Anyone who has a TV set will be thoroughly familiar with them. We've seen them a million times and we keep on seeing them, and as much as I hate to think it, we are probably going to carry on seeing them for a long time to come.

I truly, truly hope not - but I don't really have much faith in justice. Time and again the people who truly need help in this world get the short end of the stick because everyone else is too caught up in their own comparatively meaningless crap to help other people out. And I know that I'm one of those people caught up with my own problems and it makes me feel ashamed of myself. My problems are nothing compared to those pour souls. It just screws my head up to see how poorly some people in the world have to live.

I hope something meaningful comes out of the whole live 8 thing. I personally think that everyone who has the luxury of a warm place to sleep every night and food in their mouths every day should be FORCED to make a donation - no matter how small - to organizations who help the poverty stricken.

Okay, I'm not going to talk about that anymore because there is nothing else to say that hasn't been said a billion times.

On a completely different subject Davenport lost to Williams and that also saddens me (yeah, but not so much) because I wanted her to be the champ this year.

Williams deserved to win though - that girl did not buckle under pressure at all. I think she's amazing. Stunningly amazing.

Now I'm off to stare out of my window with queit melancholy. It's just one of those days.

Current Mood: sad

Woo Hoo!

Andy Roddick is in the semi's at Wimbledon!

Andy to win! Andy to win!

Andy to father my children! Andy to father my children!

I'm quite excitable at the present moment in time in case you can't guess. It was a good match. I felt bad for Grosjean, he seems like a real sweetie and I like him a lot - he was smiling to the end, even when he was falling on his butt. Some players get all angry and uptight when they're in that situation - but he didn't. Round of applause for Sebastian! Well done Monsieur Grosjean!

I wish those two had played one another in the final instead of the quarters, I'm not really a big Federer fan. I LOVES Lleyton though. But not as much as I love Andy. After all, he IS the future father of my children so of course I have to back him.

I had wanted Tim Henman to win - I always want to Tim to win wimbledon - but alas. I was very very sad when he lost, I could hardly watch. But Andy's lifted my spirits.

I used to have this totally droolsome picture of him as my screensaver but then I changed it for an even more droolsome picture of Joel and Benji, but I might have to switch it back to him, just at least until Wimbledon is over.

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: Sum 41

God my life is so boring.

Unbearably boring. It is not a good thing when boredom sets in on my life because I get the urge to do really stupid things just to create some excitement. I annoy people just for the amusement value. Then they get cranky, then I get cranky, then I get sad, then I get depressed, and it just all snowballs from there. Boredom is not a good thing.

I need a job.

I need to meet new people.

It feels sort of nasty to say this but I feel like I've outgrown all my old friends since I've been away. We've all known each other since we were sixteen, and even though I'm still kind of the same, I've changed a lot - and so have they. Not really for the better either.

I feel like a bitch for saying that but it's true. They're not as fun as they used to be. They have different priorites and while I'm still all for getting drunk once in a while I want to find more ways of amusing myself than that. It gets old after a while when thats all you do for fun.

The friends I made while I was away at school were totally different to my friends from home. Well not totally, they share some similarities, but they had a lot more depth to them. I'm cringing as I write this because I feel really mean. I can be the biggest ditz in the world at times but the good thing about my friends from school was they were *REALLY* ditzy but they had substance too - they were interesting. My friends from home are dull. And I'm a bitch for feeling that way. I really am. The truth is I just can't be bothered to make an effort with them anymore.

I think maybe I'm not trying hard enough. It's Sasha's birthday soon and I haven't even called her. I feel terrible about that. I desperately needed time to myself after getting ill last year but now I'm actually actively avoiding my friends because they always seem like such hard work. I think I'm being overly critical. You shouldn't just dump your friends because you've changed, it's not fair. I've decided I'm going to call Sasha - right now, this very second. Although she'll probably be at work. I'll call her this evening. Definitely.

Current Mood: discontent
Current Music: Alkaline Trio

I am so relieved!

I just got my results for all of my work from this semester. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!

Okay, so they weren't excellent, but that isn't the point. No one was expecting me to get excellent grades after everything I went through last spring - especially me.

But even with all of the shit that I went through I still got grades that are just as good as anybody elses. Alright, some people may have gotten better grades - but none of them spent four months in hospital and had to play catch up like I did. I am so awesome!

*dances happily*

My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw what I got for that shitty half-assed attempt at an interactivity research project and essay I handed in. And when I say that I mean it in a very good way! In comparison to some of the other grades I got during my degree it is undeniably one of the poorest, but I couldn't give a flying crap because I managed to do it without so much as one single lesson! I managed to do it *breaks out into an impromptu musical performance* AAAAAAAAALLLLLL BYYYYYYYYYYY MYYYYSEEEEEEEEEEELLLF! (with a little help from the sometimes uptight, but always adorable Ink Monster and his mountain of indecipherable mind numbingly complex notes)

And I didn't have the first clue about any of it. I totally winged it and got the same grade that most of my friends got last year without having suffered the complication of debiltating illness and actually having the benefit of actual lessons with a real live teacher. So yay for me. I rock. No two ways about it.

My best grade was for my script and storyboard, but I was kind of expecting that. My next best grade was for the documentary. I am so unbelievably happy right now! It's over! I managed to come out with respectable grades even after that whole nightmare last year. I just have to say it again - I ROCK!!

And people thought I couldn't do it. Hah!! Whatever! Lazy I may be, but when I want something I'll go for it - albeit in a lazy manner, but still, I got decent results. WoOoOoOoOo!!!!

Okay, enough of my self-congratulation, I'm a legend, I just have to deal with that fact modestly.

So anyway, other news in my boring life. I had my eyetest and my eyesight is SERIOUSLY APPAULING! I had no idea how bad it was until he started fiddling with lenses and stuff, then BAM, the world was clear. And as soon as he took them off it was like a fog had descended right before my very eyes. What a revelation!

So yeah, I'm officially short sighted. I don't have to wear glasses all the time, just when I go to the movies, watch tv or drive. I'm picking them up tomorrow. They SO do not suit me, AT ALL! Some people look so cool in glasses. I'm sad to say I am definitly not one of them.

It's not even like they make me look like a geek - I WISH THEY DID!!!

But no, they just make me look, plain, non-descript, blah. Hmmmph. I wanted to look cool in my glasses, dammit! Ah well, never mind.

At least I don't need them to read, cuz then I really would be wearing them all the time. I spent all last night glued to my laptop to finish chapter 23 of Everything For Love. Now it just needs a few tweaks here and there and I can post it tomorrow. I'm currently working on Heartbreak so I can get that posted too, but I have lost ALL motivation for that story. Which can mean only one thing - time to tear up my outline and feed it to the dog. I have to feel some curiosity about whats going to happen in this story otherwise it's just going to be flat and boring - to me at least.

Hopefully, I'll get it done by the end of the day and it can go up with EFL tomorrow. Anyway, time to wrap this up with my mantra for today:

I AM AWESOME!

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: Good Charlotte

I started another story. I just can't help myself.

This time it's another LJ Smith fanfic called Pirate Moon about a family of werewolf/vampires and the girl that gets caught up in there shady business when her mother starts working for them as a nurse to the matriarch of the family. I started a new account on ff.net cuz I was kinda sick of the old one and I doubt I'll be updating anything on there expcept for We'll Meet Again, but that needs some major re-editing anyway, so I think I'll take it down off my old account and post it in my new one, pen name Lola Blue. I like that name. I might change it to my FP pen name too.

Speaking of my FP account, I got started on Chapter 23 of EFL today and so far I'm liking it! Not tedious to write at all, it actually put me in a good mood. YAAAAY! So far I've written 1857 words exactly. I might even finish it by tomorrow night which means I might post it on Monday, but thats doubtful - it's more likely to be Thursday or Friday cuz I don't want to rush it.

Plus I want to put an update for Heartbreak up at the same time seeing as I've been shamefully neglecting that one. God knows when I'll get around to updating Rock & Roll.

The next chapter of Through The Veil needs a couple (of hundred) tweaks then I can put that up to. I've actually thought of a nice little plot twist to put in this. It's a very cliche plot twist, but whatever.

JJ and I had the funniest idea for a story before. We were talking about vegetarianism and how disgusting eating meat actually is and then we started talking about life in a parallel universe where... well, where something twisted and gross happens. In a funny way though! Well it made us laugh anyway. But we do have very weird sense of humors her and I. Although hers is far worse than mine. I think Saz would have laughed too if she'd been there. Yep I'm definitely going to write a story about this twisted idea at some point. It may just be a one shot though.

My mother, god bless her - the one who was so resolute about putting me 'IN' a diet - just came in to tell me she's ordering pizza, asking me if I want any. I told her that I wasn't hungry and hadn't even managed to finish my lunch and yet she carried on, saying, 'Yes, but do you want any pee-tza!?'

Ooh she makes me laugh.

Some of the things she says...

Ah well, gotta get off, cuz she's screaming at me that she wants to use the phone to call out for pizza.

Tags: fiction press & fanfics
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: KT Tunstall

Oh my goodness.

I got the shock of my life last night. I was talking to a good friend of mine last night that I haven't seen since december and we got around to the subject of graduation.

He told me he wasn't graduating cuz he left in Jan for personal reasons and stuff but that he was going back in September to complete his final year.

This got me thinking of my honey. I knew that he would be taking the same classes as him because my honey is in the year below us, hence next year he'd be in his final year.

So anyway my friend then asked me if I knew such and such a person, because someone had told him that they were in my graduating class. I told him no, then took the opportunity to ask if he had heard of my honey.

To which he replied, 'Yeah, I might be living with him next year.'

WTF!!??!! AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I didn't say that though. What I did say was, 'Noooooooooooooooo!'

He laughed and asked if my reaction meant that I liked him or was dating him or something and I was like, 'no, I wish!'

Then he was like, 'So you do like him! I can't believe it, you CAN'T like him!'

I told him that I did like him a little (give an understating answer? moi?), and then he said, 'Have you seen his afro lately?'

To which I replied, 'I've only ever seen him with a hat on. Maybe I wouldn't like him if I saw him with it off.'

He then uttered the words that almost made me fall of my chair.

'He has a big ginger afro.'

LMAO!!!! Who would have thought it?! Oh, it's so funny. There I was getting all goo goo eyed over a guy with a ginger afro. Ahhhaaaahaaaaahaaaaaaaa!

That has brightened up my week totally.

Yesterday my morning began with a beautiful dream about Joel and ended with a hilarious (to my weird sense of humor at least) revelation about what lay hidden beneath my honeys hat!

I can't stop smiling. I hope he does live with him next year! I'm gonna visit just so I can get a good look at that afro!

Current Mood: giggly
Current Music: Good Charlotte