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day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
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I went to see Up in 3D today with Nathaneal and it was bloody amazing. I'm a huge Pixar fangirl but I can't stress enough how much I loved this film. It had everything in it - love, heartbreak, adventure, friendships, excitement, talking dogs, comedy, a floating house and a bird named Kevin. I seriously hope that with the new AMPAS rules in place, it can get a Best Picture Oscar nomination.

day 01 | a song day
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy

The last 3 books I read were:

Gulliver's Travels - Jonathan Swift.
Dispatches from the Edge - Anderson Cooper.
Dog Days - Ana Marie Cox.

As for fic, I'll recommend some fake-news stuff .

Good Omens, Americana. A Keith Olbermann/Anderson Cooper fic (my OTP in Fakenews) cross-over with Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. It was my introducton into the fandom and still one of my favourite stories. You don't need to have read Good Omens to get it but hell, you need to read the book anyway just because it's awesome.

Brian is in the Kitchen. Keith/Anderson/Brian Williams, pure porn and it's fucking fantastic!

The Blue Shadow. Another A/K fic, this one's very long and has Anderson as a masked vigilante. What can I say, I am a damn proud geek. Actually, everything the two ladies on that community write is cool in my book, I shamelessly fangirl them both.

See, totally resisted the urge to pimp out my own fic! 

day 01 | a song day
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy

What's this I see? An excuse to post pictures I couldn't be arsed to upload earlier? Shall I take this opportunity? You bet I will!

( Boobs inside. )

Stolen from rainstar11

day 01 | a song
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy

I'm usually not a fan of Lily Allen but by god if this video and song doesn't make me want to jump up and down!

I am now in my new flat, lying on my (sadly single) bed with some cold pasta, a can of Coke, my laptop (internet isn't wireless but it will be soon) and all my books and DVDs in alphabetical order on shelves. I wish I could show you pictures of my room but I am without a camera so you'll need to make do with my description:

I have basic furniture - a set of shelves, 2 desks, some drawers, both big and small, and a wardrobe, as well as 2 chairs, one swivelly. One  desk has my English literature anthologies piled up on it as well as the many notebooks I have accumulated in recent times while the other is bare except for today's clothes, my bag, the phone, my iPod speakers and a jar of Nutella. There's a big mirror on the wall opposite me and on the same wall is a large cork board. You can't put pins or bluetack on the wall so everything is on the board - my Comedy Store ticket, a card and little letter K I got from Emma, a Chinese New Year decoration from Dara, a little welcome sign from my flatmates Duncan and Mara, the Marcus Brigstocke poster I stole from the Assembly on the Mound and an order receipt for Dispatches from the Edge by Anderson Cooper (what? I couldn't help it! Think of it as a welcome present to myself.) I also have a Moulin Rouge poster but nowhere to put it up. Am I up for breaking the rules so early into my 2nd year? Stay tuned! From one window I can see Arthur's Seat and from the other I look down onto Nicholson Street. I'm right above Tescos and opposite a 24 hour ScotMid, something that delights my flatmate. It gets pretty noisy but it's part of the joy of living in the city centre. I'm sure I'll lose my hearing at some point and it will ceas to be a problem.

Classes start on Tuesday, Celtic Literature at 10am, earlier than last year but I have the convenience of living 5 minutes from the university! Bye bye delayed bus rides passing by the tram lines. I've got my first social event organised - a cinema night out with an internet friend who moved to study here, Nathaneal. Although I sort of cheated and went to see Julie and Julia tonight.

I really enjoyed it, Meryl Streep was of course the highlight. Isn't she usually the highlight of everything? Even though I posses no cooking talents myself, I adore food, cooking shows and films where they show the preparation of food, so this film was ideal. I wish I could cook but student living isn't exactly the best place to start to learn. As one of those dull bloggers with nothing important to talk about whatsoever, I was of course excited at the Julie storyline, the idea that one thought could give you a spotlight and career path. As amazing as that would be to pursue, I don't have any great ideas of my own to try out. So if you, my friends of the internet, real life and both, could tell me what exactly makes me me and what you think would be the coolest, most interesting thing about me I could blog about to the unsuspecting public, that would be great. I think I need an outsider to tell me what I'm like, my own view is clouded by self-loathing, sarcasm and an imagination full of trivial bites.

And now for some food, non alcoholic drink and a DVD, possibly Have I Got News For You. Got to keep my comedy fangirling status somehow. Bon appetit!

I'm still sorting through the Ed Fest pics (jeez, my boobs are out in almost all of them! I may have accidentally flashed the Impro Chums!) but to tide you over and amuse you all, here is me and 1 day old Baby Lewis. Notice the terror on my face from fear of dropping him. and my banging nail polish.

( What is it about this kid that turns me into a dribbling moron? )

This is a bit late but I've been working and doing nothing so my apologies.

The amazingness of the Edinburgh festival was multiplied by about 125 this year because the lovely Liz was with me! She arrived on the Saturday in Dundee and me and my sis went to pick her up. It's always amazing to meet up with JL friends, even if I've only done it a couple of times, but it was stranger this time because she was the visitor and she was going to be subjected to the ordeal of meeting my entire family! My gran, who was letting Liz and I stay with her for the visit, was inviting all of my family up that night for a sort of get together. My cousin's fiance, her little sister and baby Lewis were also staying, and Daz camped out on the couch too so it was a full house. And ym lightweight tendancies kicked in after one piddling glass of wine. Seriously. So it was an early night.

Sunday was lazy day at grans with mocking of America's Got Talent, purchasing of junk food and listening to hymns in the park. Since money was in short supply we kept the festival madness for the next day. And boy did it rock!? 

Accompanying me and Liz were my sister and our friends Alana, Laura and Corinne, who all came to the festival with us last year. I don't have any pictures up yet so that post will come later but some of the epic sights included a topless Mr Tumnus, a Mexican Shakespeare troupe singingMuch Ado About Nothing to the tune of La Bamba, said actors getting a kiss on the cheek from Liz and Daz, a sign we made saying 'Give us a leaflet and we'll give you a hug,' a leaflet collecting competition (I think I won), several street performers and lunch at my regular spot where they still remembered me! There were so many other sights but my mind's drawing blanks right now. While the other group went to see The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe and Sweeney Todd, Liz and I went to see my first ever live impro experience, Paul Merton's Impro Chums! Front row seats! And yes, it was freaking hilarious. I can't even begin to describe how awesome it was. It was even better afterwards when we got autographs! I freaking love Pleasance! Thanks to Emma, the notebook you got me has gone to good use. Liz got a hug from Lee Simpson, who then recommended a pub for us to go to. We ended up going to Cafe Habana in the end though. It had poured down earlier, leaving 6 of us under one umbrella, but by the end of the night it was much nicer. A truly epic day.

The second day, just me and Liz, didn't start out so good. The show we had tickets for, The Early Edition with Marcus Brigstocke and Andre Vincent (who Mike McShane calls The Big A.V.) was cancelled. I was quite annoyed by that, not just because I wanted to see the show, but because it was inside the Udderbelly and I wanted to say I'd been inside the giant purple cow! So we decided to look for another show, the extra money kindly provided by my mum. While waiting in the huge queue to buy tickets, more leaflets were handed our way and one was for a free comedienne called Iszy Lawrence. She handed out the leaflets herself and said it was free because we'd never heard of her. She was really sweet and the quote on her leaflet said she was like the long lost daughter of Marcus Brigstocke so of course we went. We sat right at her feet, Liz on the floor, in the pub where she was performing and she was great. She was very funny, very sweet and didn't mind making silly puns that made the audience groan. I felt really bad that I couldn't give her more money (most free acts ask for a donation afterwards) because I genuinely would have paid to see her if I'd known how good she was. So if you're in Edinburgh over the next few days, check her out. Liz and I will be pimping her out to the max! We also saw Sue Perkins walking down Waverley Bridge with her girlfriend, very sweet. We ended up getting tickets for Marcus Brigstocke's stand up that night - only 5 tickets left! Front row again (Liz is a professinal queue expert) and it was again brilliant. His show was called God Collar and talked about religion and belief in God. Typical Marcus, it was very biting, witty, surprisingly heartfelt and of course hilarious. But sadly the show started late, so finished late and we missed our bus. Luckily there was one more bus home but it wasn't for an hour. We were lucky to get home, I had visions of my dad driving to Edinburgh to come and get us! Boy, we were exhausted by the end of the night! Sarah and Pippa were phoned many many times for updates of the day and just general rambling.

The final full day was another lazy day, mostly because of lack of funds. We lay on the bed eating food and watching Have I Got News For You and making grabby hands at the screen everytime someone we fancied came on. We have pictures of that too, and we are hugging the TV too.

Lack of funds also saw us getting a lift to the train station from my friend Pam who has the same sense of direction as a blind squirrel. We drove right past the train station and ended up about 13 miles outside of Dundee! Seriously! Pam also interrogated Liz a little but we just fought back by talking loudly about being left wing Guardian readers. I was so sad to see Liz go, 5 days wasn't anywhere near enough. But hopefully I'll get down to London before I go back to uni. And that was the brief, rambling description of Edinburgh Festival 2009! Bring it on next year! 

Night shift and subsequent sleeping through the day is eating up a lot of my time but I'm not dead! Most of my LJ time ends up being commenting on other posts and reading fic. Fic is a nice way to relax after a night of tearing open boxes, stacking shelves and putting up with the awful music they play on the radio at 3am. I freaking hate that new Lady Gaga song.

I'd give you a big long description of my job but it's really not exciting enough to warrent such a post and I'm sure you're all far too exciting to care about what happens in Tesco after dark (it does not turn into a gay bar like Alan Carr says!) I work from 10:30 until 7am, ouch. It's really not so bad but getting into the routine was tough and very tiring. I get home in time for the repeat of Shepard Smith's show which is nice (yes, I feel like a dirty hypocrite watching a Fox show but he's so sassy and has a lovely voice and I'm waiting for the day he snaps on air again and does another 'fucking' rant. Plus he's pretty in a serial-killer-eyebrows way.) I've got 4 more weeks to go of my contract and by then I'll have enough money to pay off my overdraft plus festival money! 

I honestly have nothing else of interest to talk about, I am that boring! So go back to your normal schedule. Or go and read my fakenews fanfic entries! Yes, shameless pimping but I'm just sleep deprived enough to get away with it.

Yay!

I had an interview at Tesco on Thursday for a night shift job and I was pretty down that they hadn't called back because I was convinced I'd been successful. I was right. I'm so happy now, the depleting funds in my bank account were beginning to terrify me, now I'll be able to push the funds up a bit and maybe have some extra for a bit of a wilder time at the festival! It's just shelf stacking but it's a well paying job (£7.50 an hour after midnight) and snce I barely sleep these days it works to my advantage. The best bit is they leave the job available for you if you want to go back to it next year! So if my sketchy dreams to work in America next Summer fail, I have a back up plan. I just need to call them tonight and sort out some details. Hurray for employment! 

In more exciting fangirl news, I'm finally contributing to fandom for the first time in ages. Yay to fakenews_fanfic and the demented OT's for inspiration. I'm surprised I got as many comments for one story as I did - bringing love to the obscure pairings has it's perks. I also contributed to the pundit kink meme but not telling you which one is mine. That would defeat the purpose of anonymous porn! 

I'll leave you with some US Whose Line, one of my favourite games! Enjoy!

 

Dear Russell,

I don't often rant about my fangirl loves. I try to leave that to the craizer people or the more eloquent ones who can display their disappointment in a thoughtful and well planned way. However, I have to say this...

( Spoilers ahead... )( Spoilers ahead... )

Yep, my life is boring.

Although I did get an e-mail from Murdo Fraser - deputy leader of the Scottish Conservatives and my boss for 5 days when I was 16 and doing work experience. He'd asked me to e-mail him when I started university to give him an update on my life (he even sent me a birthday card when I turned 18.) and I only got around to doing it a few weeks ago. I got a short reply wishing me luck and an offer to meet up and have coffee with him at the parliament whenever I was available. My parents take this as the first sign of my impending political career, even though I show more interest in US politics (Palin's resigning - oh happy day!). So if any of you want to meet the smoking hot Scottish tories, drop me a line and we'll organise it. :P

...and the fact that Liz is coming up to stay with me during the excitement and we're going to see Paul Merton's Impro Chums, here are some pics from last year's amazing day chatting up actors, hugging kangaroos and having stalker t-shirts made!

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That's how long I lasted in my Summer job berry picking.

Two fucking days.

Strawberries are now on my enemies list, right next to Glenn Beck and whoever cancelled Carnivale. Bending down in the mud to pick those things gave me back spasms, leg pains and dizziness and I couldn't physically cope with it after two fucking days. So I quit. And now my dad thinks I'm a failure. Last night he did this whole 'disappointed dad' routine and basically said I was lazy and stuck up and that I thought the job was beneath me. Believe me, I wouldn't have quit the job if I thought I could physically cope with it. But I just couldn't stand the pain. After one night, I woke up at 4am with a shaking back. Your back isn't supposed to do that! I know I'm not designed for physical stuff, I've always known that. Yes, I need the money but I value my wellbeing higher than money. So my dad thinks I'm a failure. He didn't need to tell me that - I don't think highly of myself anyway, he didn't need to inform me of something I already fucking knew.

After I went to bed, I lay in bed watching Eureka with Daz and working over a few things in my head. I needed some water so I went back down and ended up snapping a little, I told my dad if he thought giving me a huge speech on my misdeeds would improve things or make me feel better about myself, he was wrong, and I might have let it slip that I've always secretly felt like a failure. It's true, but it ended the conversation there and then. He didn't reply, he just stood there. To be fair, I was crying by this point and he's a guy that can't cope with tears. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to wash the dishes. I just felt like since I was such a failure and incapable of doing anything right, the least I could do to contribute to the household was wash a few plates. Stupid logic, I know. So, a bad day for Kayleigh.

I've got a ton of C.V.s to print off now and places to go begging for jobs tomorrow - great way to spend my 19th birthday. It's stupid of me to complain anyway. Yesterday, I was posting in the huge Iran live post on ONTD_Political and I've never felt prouder to be a part of something. I just wish I could get involved more with this. I'll leave you with a sight that gives me hope. No, not half naked comedians. :P

I'm back from the trip I shall now refer to as The Most Amazing Trip Ever (registered trademark) in London with madeluxx  (Maddy), fantasy_bubbles  (Caz) , nutellahostage (Sarah) and moomintroll_x  (Liz). It was totally worth the combined total of 22 hours on a smelly Megabus next to a grumpy chav with her legs wide open (darling, nobody was interested) with nothing but an iPod, two books and my own slowly slipping sanity for company!

The first night down there Caz, Maddy and I went to see Sarah perform in her acapella choir. They were awesome and Sarah did a fab solo on Back to Black. Drinks were also had, I'm happy to say, including a free shot we got from the barmen that went straight to my head (thank you for the free glass of water needed to take the edge off.) I honestly can't go into enough detail regarding how great it was just to be with everyone. The net gets a lot of bad press for stuff like meeting people but I can honestly say I loved every second I spent with these girls. They were too awesome for words. Just listening to them talk and fangirl was great fun, not to mention all the laughs we had.

Some of the best laughs came the next day when we went to my first official comedy fangirl experience, a recording of Have I Got News For You. Liz joined us there and I got to give her a massive hug. The recording itself was so fab. Lee Mack hosted and the guests were Shappi Khorsandi and Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall. I got to comedy fangirl second base too (the first base being going to something comedy related, the second base being talking to a comedian). During the warm up, Jo Caulfield asked if anyone had had a tough day and Maddy and Caz were oh so kind enough to point at me. I told Jo about my 10 hour journey and she got the audience to applaud me. Slightly embarassing but also amazing. Bring on third base - hugging a comedian! The episode was great. We all squealed with delight at Ian's elbow patches. If you watch the episode and hear someone cheering wildly and wooing at the sight of those elbow patches - it's us! Paul even looked baffled in Maddy and Caz's direction! 

I've got so many clips to watch and fics to read now. We watched a bunch of clips mainly involving Richard Vranch in a bikini (there was squeeing, I cannot deny that) and I read some very interesting fic with some very interesting pairings - both gorgeous and cracky (you know who you are!). I just wish I could have spent longer there, 2 days was nowhere near long enough. So the next time a trip is suggested I will be down there faster than you can see it happen. I'll be booking a plane too! 

I say night because the majority of the day will be spent on a coach then the arrival in the city itself will be followed by my attempts not to get lost/mugged/captured by Slitheens. The usual.

I'm not entirely sure of the plans for the couple of days - if someone who does know could comment and tell me, that would be a massive help (my organisational skills are mediocre at best.) I'm a little nervous about walking around London on my own. I get lost in Edinburgh so easily, I have no idea how I'll cope with the biggest city in UK! I'm dying to meet everyone (fuck you London Underground system depriving me of meeting the amazing Liz! You've made an enemy for life!) and hope I can be as normal as possible. Yes, I realise that it could be difficult to perceive the ranting, sarcastic pervert that posts here as normal but bear with me! To be honest, I'm a little nervous about the trip becausee I don't want to come across as an idiot or a total loser. I have self confidence levels that attract cult members (Scientologist in particular seem to find me fascinating.) and I'm so socially inept it leads other people to be embarassed for me. So I apologise in advance to you lovely ladies for anything stupid I may say/do/think/write/buy/rant about/etc.

And now to stop this post from being a rambling waste of your time, here is a classic Soup clip that may make you laugh until you throw up.

Yorkshire Elects BNP's first MEP.

What the flying monkey chump fuck is going on with the world? Way to take a step back, UK.

The Scottish results aren't in yet but looking at the results right now doesn't give me a lot of hope. The UKIP really should not have as many seats as they do. Is UK really going as right wing as this? It won't be long until a general election is called, and when it happens, Brown will be out and Cameron will be in. I guess people are just sick of it all. Grr, bloody racists.

I need some really dirty slash fiction to calm my fuming rage. Any recommendations are welcome, any pairing. Just please let it be dirty because I need to vicariously express my rage through slash. Thanks guys. *more hugs*

Rules:
01. Anyone who looks at this entry has to post this meme and their current wallpaper at their LiveJournal.
02. Explain in five sentences why you're using that wallpaper!
03. Don't change your wallpaper before doing this! The point is to see what you had on!

Stolen frommarthappants 



I wish I could give you a really in-depth and philosophical analysis of my wallpaper but the truth is this.

He's pretty.
He's so pretty.
He's pretty and wearing a black t-shirt.
And he's in the rainforest!
The picture doesn't really show it but his eyes are so freakishly gorgeous, it's a wonder I get anything done. Actually, I did spend 10 minutes staring at it just to delay exam revision.

So there you have it, I'm a shallow bitch. Now go show me who you have on your laptop! 

I passed Gaelic!

I PASSED GAELIC!
 

I achieved the fucking impossible!

*scream*

I got an e-mail from my tutor telling me I passed 51% (pass mark was 40%) so I don't have to resit! I know exactly what I want to do now and I'm so glad I don't need to worry about those frakking tests now! I did get a little too excited and screamed - my dad thought I'd hit my foot on the door again. Now I can concentrate fully on more important matters - like London! 

I PASSED!!!!!

My mum and dad are here, eating pizza and kebab on the couch and watching Billy Connolly. It's so nice to be doing something normal with them, I'm always glad to have them back. We're moving all my stuff out tomorrow and I'll officially be back home for the summer. I did try to pack but was distracted b more important things (face it, slash fiction and Disney movies are more entertaining than folding clothes). I'm dying to get back and just relax but I will miss this flat like mad - and the double bed I shall be deprived of back home. I got to give mum her birthday present - I bought her a cuddly Simba toy and she loved it. Some things you just don't grow out of.

My cousin and his fiance had their little baby boy early this morning. Lewis Stanley Smith is healthy and absolutely adorable. He was born on his due date - go Kirsty, that never hppens in our family. Mum is dying to see him. The poor kid won't get a moment's peace. My auntie, the doting gran, is out wetting the baby's head already.

Anybody else feel really awkward with the Britain's Got Talent finale? I didn't watch it but I feel so sorry for Susan Boyle. The press built her up solely to watch her crumble and it was painful. I sincerely hope she has a great future ahead of her because despite the huge hype and undeserved attention basically every news channel pushed onto her, she's got a fantastic voice.

I just want to say a massive thank you to all of you guys for the lovely things you all said on the anonymous message meme. I felt so incredibly touched and got very teary reading them all. You're all far too kind to me and I want you all to know how much I love and respect you all. *hugs to all*