I've just sat and read this story ( http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7251420/1/V
I want more of these. I'm gonna go ask at some forums, me thinks. Its simply mind blowing. I'm sure a lot of other people will read it and not like it, or not like its style, but its simply the fact that its something that I've dreamt about for so damned long now, and then suddenly find it without really looking for it.
In my head though, I'd have random little twists, like it being in forth year, and Barty Junior coming out with hoards of muggle ak47's from no-where and announcing that he's always been hiding so that he could help with the zombie attack or something, but then again, I'd slash BartyJnr/SevSnape any day of the week. Its my fix, leave me alone.
Agh, of subject again. Actually, I think I covered everything I wanted to, really. Go read it, you'll see what I mean. Or maybe you won't. Whatever, really.
I decided to update. Holy Cow! I know. Amazing, ain't it?
Been to a convention, that was great, Hub 3. Going to Hub 4 next year.
Work's alright, though I don't think I have any money to speak of, esspecially when I spend £135 on Hub tickets... cos I think that leaves me with like, a fiver for the month. Oh well, I'll live.
Christmas should be fun. Work work and more work. Whoot.
College is the same, even if I'm in another course.
Gah, this site kills me, I can never right when I get here. Write. Not right. Retard, gawd.
I give up. Heh :P Not like anyone reads my rambles.
She's such a bitch. My mother, that is. I come in from work, and yes, I've been for a drink with work, for my birthday and I come home to find that my little fat bitch of a sister has eaten even MORE of my fucking birthday cake! I've had, litterally, 2 pieces of this cake. A cake that was at least three layers thick, four foot wide and two in height. ONE piece I've just saved now! My birthday was freeking Wedensday, and the ONE last piece is in my bag! Most of my FAMILY ain't had fucking pieces yet!
But yes, so apparently its all MY fault that she's a fat little bitch and that she's "getting head fucked by your father" according to my mother. What she DOESN'T understand is that she WILL say WHATEVER she knows mam WANTS to hear, but not the fucking TRUTH! She's talked to my dad ONCE, and that was on my birthday! She doesn't Talk, she mumbles and watches TV on her fat little arse all fucking day!
I used to, and still do get yelled at for asking my mam's boyfriend for a cuppa when he's making himself one, because "He's been to work all day" but the second I get a bloody job, do I get to laze about, go on the XBox, get food and cuppa's handed to me? Do I fuck. I work all day, but apparently that doesn't matter! Screw parents, screw them to hell.
So in total, My mother's a bitch, my little sister is a fat little fucking pig, and my father is a cockney's bitch.
My life is SO fantastic.
On another note, my mother likes to bring this up whenever I yell at my sister. "You work with kids, and I get told how fantastic you are doing parties, so why are you such a bitch with your sister?" Yes, because I SO want to CONTINUE my work when I get home! No, I want to swear, scream and punch people.
She keeps asking my "Do you still resent her for being alive?" and even today asked me "Do you wish she'd died when she was ill in hospital?" --- Guess which fucking child SHE loves the most. She offered me to go and punch my little sister today. I should have turned around and punched her instead, stupid whore. Right, ok, I'm done now, fuck it all.
Rightio, nice blog for you all. As you all know, I'm uploading some (SOME) of the pictures I took from John Barrowman on the 15th May 2009. Why only some, you ask? Because I managed to take about 200 before my camera conked out on me. I got an hour and a bit through first though. Still, I will have to buy another battery for the stupid thing, so I can swap. But yes, the nicer pictures shall be going up, the smiley onces and such.
If you care to see ALL of them, you can add my on FaceBook (search Crispy Barras. I'm the only one.) The pictures are marked, and I don't like people stealing, so don't. Simple, really, ain't it? Want a picture? Go to the concert. Lawl.
Seats AA, 16 and 17, you would have seen two bouncing nutcases dressed as Captain Jack Harkness, including RAF peaked Cap. Myself, and . Yes, because we're strange like that, but hell, John B saluted at me at the end, so I'm bloody happy (though he gave me a "WTF?" look before hand... kind of understandable, really).
Other then that, my college course is coming to a slow halt, I only need train tickets for the Hub 3, and I've got three million pictures to put on here. Watch out you watchers, I'll get into the mood to upload soon. Lol. You love it, really.
Work's going well... I've got a permanent place now, which is a nice load of my back...
Can you tell I've ran out of things to say yet?
I'm off to London this Sunday (24th May 2009) for a week to see those.. family... things. Yeah. Any Cosplayer's wanna meet up!? The expo finished when I get there, how FUCKING TYPICAL. I get there late the Sunday night. -huffs-
Erm... I'll have video's from the JB concert up on my youtube (ThetaSigma) though, there should be a link at the bottom of anything I say... whats it called... tag line? No, that's the one on the profile, ain't it.. erm.. Signature! That's the word I'm looking for! Yes, there's a link to my Facebook and Youtube and... something... else, I think... if its my myspace, I don't use that one much, unless its my BartyJnr RP account, to which I use it ALL THE GODDAMNED TIME! Ha.
I wanna cosplay as him, actually... Never mind, I'll play around. I'll edit this, if I think of anything else that you'll need to know.
THOUGH OF SOMETHING!!! JOHN BARROWMAN YELLED CREVASSE! Anyone that's a fan of Tony and Tom's Vlogs on youtube will know why that is hilarious.
My dA = http://www.bartyjnr.deviantart.com
Facebook = Crispy Barras
Yahoo IM = BartyJnr
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Remember in Fathers Day, where the Doctor gets all annoyed at Rose and storms off, only to fail and find his Tardis a shell? Yeah, I still think he should have just ran straight in. This is sort of my version of what should have happened there.