I spoke to Kit this evening, and told him why I was so angry yesterday. I finished by telling him that she found out the last detail a week ago, at which point he didn't look disgusted as I'd imagined, but rather quite grim.

"She didn't find out a week ago," he tells me. "She's known for a long time. She told me a long time ago."


Am I angry with him? No. Kit is one of those people I have an unending well of forgiveness for, because as naive as it may be I fully trust that he'd never do anything to hurt me. He just never knew how to tell me.
Am I angry at her? Yes. Oh yes.

So we went to see the Half-Blood Prince today, on opening night <3<3<3
It's important to know that I am a faithful completist, and this is the only reason I see the films. I do not like the films. I have never liked the films, and I made no bones about my expectations for this one.

So I was shocked to find that I really, really enjoyed it.

( Warning for unabashed, unveiled spoilers-in-passing )

I loved it, and am now looking forward to the final two, even if just to see Ron and Hermione develop, and to watch Malfoy. I'm also quite curious to see if some miracle occurs and they kill off Ginny Weasley because honestly, I wouldn't mind.

PERPLEXITY SAYS: 4/5, and would definitely re-watch.

Until later, MISCHIEF MANAGED.

(And Kit set his text message tone to a recording of Harry shouting EXPECTO PATRONUM! Genius.)

I am so in love with this man right now, but this song more than anything else. Because all right, it's a bit daft, but especially the last two verses ... I can't get it out of my head (and incidentally I just typed "heart" instead, but I mean that too). It's kinda beautiful.




So I haven't been posting much, huh. Let's just say that I'll post when I've got something relatively happy to post about ^-^; (and yes, treat that as an indication of the past couple of weeks all in all).

HARRY POTTER TOMORROW. Surely that'll bring happiness <3

- P x


And the weirdest thing about it is
I spend so much time hating it
But it never says a bad word about me

This is my body
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It's not perfect~

I met someone several years ago by pure coincidence in my Japanese class. It was all about fandom and girly excitement and which Gundam characters to slash together and it was great, but even beyond fandom there was greatness just waiting to be shared. She and her partner had such different attitudes to the world around us, attitudes which I always had myself but always buried back because they had to be wrong. Over time these two people have shown me my own potential, have entirely changed my perceptions, attitudes, opinions, and they have been the most influencial people I've met to date. The greatest thing is that they make me believe I am my own positive force too, and throughout this journey I've felt like I'm right next to them even as I look up to them or help them up when they're low.
They're the only people I know whom I can treat as heroes as well as every day friends. No matter what should happen in the future, if by some freak incident we're seperated or by some WORSE incident there is a fall out, I'm never going to stop thanking them for everything they've done just by being great people and by letting me share in that.

Especially for goldblend, whose comments I have been terrible at getting back to.

http://twitter.com/Prewetty

Knock yourselves out ^o^ I'm gonna try and find a way to get this into my profile or something ...

Hum. Let's see here. *clears throat*

Persons A, B and C all share in one great fandom. Persons A and B have shared in this fandom for years and years and on more than one occassion has it made both of them late for school/grown-up work. Persons A and C have been great friends for a very long time, and have shared the fandom for longer, but with very shallow intensity.
When movies began being made for this fandom (guess what I'm on about yet? XD) Persons A and B have always made it tradition to don appropriate attire and go to see them on the opening nights. However, this year, Person C is in on the act, and is very upset that Person A is not going to the opening show with Person C - in fact, Person C is very offended. Persons A, B and C do not gel as a group; Persons B and C like to gang up and be mean to Person A; Persons A and B have several injokes about the fandom, and Person C gets very insecure and feels left out very easily.
If Person A is very very honest, Person A would rather, without hesitation, uphold tradition and go with Person B. However, C would not have this, and as such, A has bitten the bullet and said "OK, let's all go together then", even though A knows that injokes with B will be limited and B and C will both pick on A.

And THEN C says "Can I bring someone else too?"

WTF???? This A is very confused right here!

Things I Need To Do:
+) Get a Twitter
+) Advocate this website: http://iamdrtiller.com/ , because the mere fact that what happened happened is sad and unjustifiable and, ultimately, ridiculously hypocritical
+) Track down the journalist responsible for the next link, and beat him with a cow bone: http://uk.news.yahoo.com/blog/talking_politics/article/42808/
+) Get a Twitter
+) Update on life
+) Built several fully-functioning clones in order to reply to comments from people I really do love, as I am unforgivably lazy
+) Stop thinking about religion
+) Stop spending money
+) Start thinking about getting a Twitter
+) Get cute enough to justify getting a pupee account
+) Update Ameblog
+) Get a Twitter in order to update that too
+) Become cool
+) Require a posh impeccable suit and work in a high-rise office
+) Live in Germany
+) Stop listening to Sel'm
+) Get a Twitter in order to tell you when I'm defying the previous point of this list
+) Search for A Life
+) Find a way to kill over a month because oh my god WATCHMEN is going to be out in OVER A MONTH and I MISS IT and NEED IT
+) Get a Twitter tp post about missing it
+) Go to sleep
+) Tweet about needing to sleep.



.... Yeah, looks about right.

Being honest, I'm not actually all that sad. Not for him at all. I'm sad for his fans, and for his family, but for him? Not really, not really.

He was a genius in his own way. He did what so, so many artists couldn't even dream of, he created an amazing legacy, and he became one of the most legendary musicians of the modern day. After such a drawn-out fall from grace, no amount of come-back shows would ever bring that back. I think he was doomed to a career and in fact a life that would be plagued with cruel rumours and stories for as long as he would live. He created himself to a different audience, and today's media isn't the media of ten, twenty, thirty years ago. It's sad, but I suppose he just wasn't made to work with this time.

I'm glad that his death was sudden and not long, drawn out and smothered with media coverage, but I'm mostly glad that he's free of all of that now, free of a struggle to regain what most of us have to admit he was never going to get back. Rumours are going to continue to spread, about his life and his death, but at least they won't be his problem anymore. He never deserved any of it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not by ANY means saying I'm glad he's dead. I'm just glad he's free, and I think that he will be remembered as one of the last bastions of true, honest pop-rock-black-white-groovy-moonwalking music. Rest in peace Mister Jackson, and don't be offended if I immediately go back to regular posting habits. Cheers for your time here.

- P x

I had so much really positive shit to post today. And then I had SO much fucking angst to post. So much.

And now Michael Jackson is dead, and everything I wanted to post is obsolete.

Wow.

- P



EDIT: I'm glad they refer to him as the "King" of pop though. That makes me happy.
"The last great pop star ... It was dance music with rock guitars, black music that white America was glad to listen to."

When a party is held in honour of how Great I am, Christian Bale will crash it by swinging through a window, Nestor Carbonell will be there to shake my hand (and there will be no eyeliner for him to get insecure about), and the Joker will arrive to threaten my guests. Harvey Dent will be on hand, at all times, to assure me that anything bad that happens will just have been down to misfortune.

On a similar tangent, when I become a superhero-slash-vigilante, Morgan Freeman will design my outfit, and I will model it with, again, Christian Bale.

Ready to guess which Bale film we watched last night?