Christmas day was spent with Lara and Laura and Ariadne (because we can't get rid of her) and there was White Wine In The Sun (because it has to now be capitalised) and we ate lots of noms and sat around watching films: Clue, The Addams Family, The Ring 2, Dungeons and Dragons, and Ghostbusters 2.
Dungeons and Dragons is the funniest movie I have ever seen. Oh god, you guys, I can't even fully describe it.
And The Ring 2 isn't scary at all except for when Samsara comes crawling up the side of the well at the end which was PURE UNDILUTED NIGHTMARE FUEL and suddenly my cool collectedness was flying all over the couch and squealing. I didn't hold with that, Samara, but thank you for not being in the verydark driveway just now when I walked Laura out. (Lara kept making comments about how Naomi Watts had to watch out because she was hanging out with Satan, and we decided there was a secret pact that The Ring series was only allowed to have Australian/New Zealand actors in it.)
Alison is at the coast and an Alisonless LFoD is a sad and wrong LFoD.
It's now 11.30 so... Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. I'll catch you on Boxing Day. (DISCLAIMER: All previously mentioned catching will be online only as I plan to not leave the house even a little.)
Now... TO THE TEA!
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!
I just got the best news ever and even though I'm not actually allowed to say here what it is or was about I just need to SQUEEEEEEEEE about it. And I will because it's my journal.
ohmygod, I am actually so happy right now I might burst :D :D :D
LFoD drinkies tonight means I have to clean my room. As one can understand this is a horrible thing for me to face and I have to remove to poets so I can vacuum. (Rats? Strangely not fond of the very loud sucking machine. Who would have thought it?) Uuuuugh, task too daunting. Abort. Abort.
Slave auction and party last night was pretty damn awesome even if I was - shock horror - sober. (See, mum? Totally not a drunk ;P) Had heaps of fun actually and did my regular trick of stealing leather jackets from the nearest male. It remains one of my very favourite games.
I want to end this on something really witty, but alas I have nothing.
EDIT: Hats make me look like a twat.
Rock on, my bitches.
Oh fingers, why you so cold?
There is a rat balanced rather precariously upon my head. He's going to fall and he knows it, which is why he keeps burying his claws in my scalp. Ow, Byron! He needs to learn to remain in more comfortable places. Not very bright is he.
Everyone is out now and the house is stupidly quite, which means I require music. And now that that's fixed in a minute I'm about to call someone to ask about an Othello audition. Because, mmmm, Othello. I haven't done any proper acting since high school so it's very possible I suck at it by now but, hey, it's just an audition. No harm in that. I wish I still had the singing voice I used to in my earlyish teens because then I could do muuusicals. I loves me some musicals.
Alison and I got out the first season of Queer As Folk last week and it was awesome, especially in the deja vu kind of way. Man, I used to love that show so much. I am discovering I am still quite fond. Jen got sucked into it as well toward the end of the season and now both she and Ali and flailing over Season Finale Dramah. It's funny ;D And then we watched the first episode of Dexter (with bubbly!) when it was on the telly the other night. Good, although I'm not yet sure what I make of it. I shall withhold judgement until I've seen a few more.
Sena brought around the latest episode of SPN and I now can't get the silly fake theme song out of my head:
Ghost, Ghost Facers! We go the places where the others will not!
Ghost, Ghost Facers! We stay in the kitchen when the kitchen gets hot!
Heh heh heh.
And, oh! The Sarah Conner Chronicles are going to start soon! Fuck yeah! I'm really hoping it's going to be good. Please wipe all memory of that terrible third film from my mind.
Oh, hello bedroom. You are fantastically wonderful and not full of leaves and lack any sort of deflating bed.
I returned this afternoon from Canterbury Faire, the ever-fantastic week long medieval event. And while I was happy to leave behind sleeping in a very small tent with Raen, I shall miss the rest of it.
I ate so many pies. Mmmm, pie. And Turkish coffee. I wish I had one now because I'm quite asleep even after falling into my bed as soon as our return to the LFoD.
And while it is not medieval, human croquet is serious amounts of fun when played :)
Were there any justice at all in the world, the flatmates who were much drunker than me last night should be suffering from horrible hangovers. However, it appears that I am the only one this morning feeling the effects of last nights partying. Uuuuuggggh.
Excellent party though. Had lots of fun. Details are mostly unimportant, but dancing and friends more certainly are. You people I know who entertain me for hours on end: You rock the rock that keeps on rocking. Keep it up, you sexy beasts.
I managed to leave my coat there because finding something grey in a dark, crowded room isn't the easiest of things. I'll have to remember to go and see if it's around.
Alright, what shall I write about Canturbury Faire while I wait for my hair dye to be set. (Or whatever it is that hair dye does in your hair.)
Basically, the most important thing is this: CF rocked the party that rocked the party.
There were a few things that kept coming up in our very random conversations. Baron Saturday, Chuck Norris, random Finnish cries of 'pie please!', a billion jokes about 'the second coming', and 'roundhouse your shit up' being the main ones.
I drank in excess and haven't laughed so hard for a very long time. In fact, spend almost ALL of CF laughing.
And once Peter gets here we're going to watch the video that got filmed out there which should involve so much hilarity.
Snogged seven people. Wasn't even a KAOS party.
I have the best friends in the whole entire world. I love my little group for it is awesome.
I'm terrible at writing down things that happened. I'm just going to go back to the beginning and say 'Yay! CF! Oh god, teh ROCK!'
Ahem. Now, at some point, I must catch up on all the writing I need to do and, just possibly, have a cup of tea because I haven't had any since I left!