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So, yeah, I did go to the expo. To anyone there, I was the readhead referred to by DJ Helsing as a zombie girl, but was actually a dead mad scientist (I did not get up at 5AM to have someone mistake my attire, I'm sorry to say, though I was rude). I thought I'd sit in on the panel and see what was going to happen, though I ended up in there for the whole hour.
For one: grr. There aren't any plans to put lake fish in the aquariums yet. There are, additionally, ideas to have fish eat other fish. This is a pain in the arse - who wants to buy a fish to have it eat all the others in your tank? Not worth the hassle, quite frankly.
So, I didn't turn up to the meet-up later, as I had other things to do, but who cares? I met one girl who swapped usernames with me, who was cool. I also bought a sexy X-Men print (my task for all expos I go to).
By seven o'clock, however, tensions were running high within our group (23 people - far too many, really), as we all wanted to get home. People kept going off on their own, which was no help, and by the time we'd managed to get to the tube station at Canary Wharf two people had lost their tickets. Half the group went off, half of us stayed there as we got the two tickets we needed. A tube was at the station when we got down there; there was a dash to get on it. I jumped on the train and the doors closed behind me: no one else in my party was with me, and I stared at them in shock and horror as the tube departed and they tried to get through the barriers.
At this point, I want to thank the people on the tube, in my carriage, at the time: a Misty cosplayer and her friends, who stopped me from having a panic. I got off at the next station, waited for the next tube to arrive (still made up to the gunnels and with a bloody labcoat on, getting stared at by normal people) and got on it to find the rest of the party in hysterical laughter. People who hadn't been at the Expo stared at us as we rejoiced in our reunion and laughed even more hysterically, eventually finding ourselves at London Bridge and getting the train at 8:20 to home. Thank god.
Otherwise, a truly fantastic day. Thanks to the expo people for making the day brilliant (except for the organisers of the costume parade, who should be hung drawn and quartered for being so unfunny and making the entire thing drag on), and I can't wait until next time.
 Glastea · Sun Oct 26, 2008 @ 04:45pm · 0 Comments |
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What do you mean, more mertails??? |
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Okay, Gaia, I rather like your Kelp thing. But now, more mer-tails? Do we need more? For god's sake, there's someone with a red one in the GCD and it makes me sad. My beautiful tail becomes worthless if there's another red tail. It's individual. It's pretty. And now, some other bugger possesses one. I expected better from you, Gaia. I don't know why I did so, after all, as you're used to bullshitting me, but I did.
Pfft. I'm not going to swap mine any time soon, but I'm still thoroughly disappointed.
Glastea · Mon Oct 13, 2008 @ 06:04pm · 0 Comments |
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An open letter to the Admin (and reasons for buggering off) |
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Oh, Gaia, I do love your aquarium. I do. It appeals to my fishy whimsy very much. However, must everything be bought with Gaia Cash for the bloody thing?
I left Gaia months back because the site requires Cash as what could be seen as a primary currency: gold's fine, but cash is better, for them. Ugh. Pisses me off. I'm skint. I don't need to pay for more Cash. I don't want more of it, and less money for the expo (where Gaia will be, yeehah.) I would, however, rather like some more fish stuff. Could we not put the fish we catch from Fishing into it, either? That would be fantastic, kthx.
If you wouldn't mind?
Thankies,
Glassy
PS: thank you for putting me on the zOMG Beta programme. I appreciate the gold, even if I have no intention of playing the game.
Glastea · Fri Oct 03, 2008 @ 03:17pm · 0 Comments |
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Prom Report (+ Twin Brother to the Rescue!) |
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Prom was good. In fact, my friend (my 'date') and I arrived in rather legendary fashion - or we won't be forgotten, at least, which is always a start. The events are as follows:
It's seven thirty, the event has actually already started but I make my way down to Abbie's house, who I am catching a lift with, to arrive fashionably late. Her mother makes a crack about Steve, her friend, and his car, Ed, and the fact that he could call any moment to tell them the car's broken down.
The phone rings. It's Steve. Ed has broken down.
We travel to Steve, who has dressed up specially for the occasion, with his 1960s classic Citroen, which splutters woefully as he tried to make the engine start and then collapses into silence. He calls the AA (not alcoholics anonymous, silly!), and, eventually, a dutiful AA man turns up.
He takes a look at the car and shakes his head. He's never seen one like it before, let alone performed maintenance on it.
Fourty minutes later, we come to the conclusion that Ed is well and truly dead. Abbie's mum tells us she'll drive us to the venue. However, we decide that we'd rather get to the dance in a hilariously epic manner...
Ten minutes later, at half past eight, we drive up to the hotel in a yellow and black AA van; our chauffeur now an awkward chubby man called Mark, who is losing his hair and has no idea how to deal with two girls being surrounded by a large gaggle of people laughing.
Oh, it was excellent! We danced continuously until it was time to go home, by which point everyone was completely tired out.
In other news, I now have no bedroom, so will be sleeping on the couch tonight... and the next night... and every night until we can sort out everything. Jeebus, it couldn't be worse!
However, moving is taking place courtesy of my twin brother, who has taken everything and put it not only in his hands but also in mine. I'm now completely exhausted from painting for an hour and a half. Phew! Ever onwards...
mrgreen
Glastea · Wed Jul 16, 2008 @ 09:25pm · 0 Comments |
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Prom musings and other stories... |
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Ahhh... sweet freedom.
Why am I making this entry? No clue... oh, I know.
No, I don't. WTF?
Ah, I remember. It's the school prom on Saturday. I have a very pretty dress (orange which fades into brown, and it'll be a stunner in a room full of people wearing black), and my darling mama and I went shopping earlier to get accessories. We had good fun, actually. I'll bring pix to show after the dreaded evening itself, if any are good enough to go on show.
Gaia has certainly improved my colour matching skills, that much can be said. I was able to select a matching handbag and all sorts without much problem, despite my mother's scepticism (we didn't have the dress with us sweatdrop ) and get some great jewellery to go with it. I'm really rather excited, but also a little nervous.
There's also a hint of controversy with aforementioned prom. The girl organising it (the school won't lift a finger), apparently, has made about £500 profit from this venture, charging £25 a head for tickets. Allegedly, all that money is going in her back pocket. Very kind. She could at least give it to charity, if there really is any spare! If the night is s**t, I won't be pleased. In any case, we only get our first drink free, then have to pay, and my feet will probably kill me by midnight (when the whole shenanigans end and everyone goes off to get drunk).
Hmm... should be fun, hopefully.
Anyways, I've sorted out my comics into one easy folder to be transported from room to room, I need to chuck out some more of my old schoolbooks and it looks like I'll be doing that in a moment, because it's 11PM and by this point I always feel sufficiently motivated to do things, despite tiredness.
Ever onwards!
Glastea · Wed Jul 09, 2008 @ 11:12pm · 0 Comments |
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Whoops, I've been dead (plus a tl;dr rant...) |
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O hai gaiz!
I've been dead online recently. I know, I'm sorry. There is no excuse for this faggotry. For the last week, I've had no net connection at all (we literally fried our router... sweatdrop ) and before that... ah, pure laziness.
At the moment, I have no school. I have nothing but the occasional musical rehearsal (did I mention that? I got main part in a production of Dracula Spectacula! Woohoo!), trips out to town and even just staying at home doing jack shite. Oh, and music lessons.
In other words, I have no excuse for not going on Gaia but that I simply cannot find anything on here that interests me at the minute. It's odd. I probably need to take a break for a while. As the situation stands, though, I'm still here, not dead yet, simply doing other bits and bobs.
I need to start writing something I know I'll finish. This sounds mad, I know, but I do. I need to stop writing fanfiction. I love fanfic, I honestly do, but my current WIP hasn't been updated since December last year, it's been going for a year, IMO it's a load of shite and I don't know what I'm doing with it. Part of this is that I'm too scared to find a beta. I'm a young writer and young writers tend to be s**t. My work is hardly the greatest thing on earth, though I'd rate it above a lot of the rubbish on the Pit (fanfiction.net), and you can see how much my writing has improved from constant practice. You honestly can. However, I want to branch out from there - I can't just write about Scott Summers for the rest of my life. It's a waste of my time, though it's good practice in the long run.
Of course, I've also got a lot of original plots to play with at the moment, just running around in my mind, ready for November - NaNo time, oh yeah. I'm not sure which project I'll tackle for that, but I will have a shot at it, I think, if I think I'll get the time. I'm taking three essay subjects and French for my AS levels (well done, Glassy, great choices there... sweatdrop ), so if I do get the time I'll be surprised.
I'm not sure how it'll pan out, in all truth. I've put enough money into Gaia to want to stay here, but if I'm dreadfully bored with the whole thing it simply will not work. I play a lot of Minesweeper at the moment (it kept me going while I had no intarwebz), I'll get going on the Cyclops teddy bear project, which is woefully stalled, and tidy out my room and the office ready to move it all around.
The immediate problem in shifting my bedroom is that I'd like to do the initial move as quickly as possible in order to make sure it does actually happen, or I get the feeling that it won't happen at all. My father, who works for Tate and Lyle, has had to spend an awful lot of time abroad in recent weeks and he's going away again on Tuesday. I would love to have something done by then, but he says there will be no time. He's all 'no, don't touch that, you can't do anything with it!' (idiot man evil ), but he doesn't understand that I want it to happen, or I fear that my birthday present will actually take place around Christmas.
Dad doesn't realise that I need the move really rather badly: I'm a tall person who takes up a lot of space and I've had a room which is less than 2x2 metres since I was seven, which gives me no space; the decor is woefully childish (because we have an unwritten 'seven year' rule on redecorating rooms); I need to get rid of a lot of the rubbish in there in any case and next year I'm in 6th form, so this seems the ideal time. I can do a lot of it myself - I've tried so hard to get rid of a lot of stuff, like books. I kept a small pile which I thought my mother would like for teaching purposes and left them in a pile and now she's decided she'd rather keep them all. asjasdbgseifbgefuo;gbsepgxdf fpb ipvserpgibsegh scream evil emo
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mrgreen
Yes, Glassy is a little pissed off atm. Mostly because I've had the decency to have a decent tidy around and none of it's coming together. I have my best tidying urges at around eleven o'clock at night, so I think I'll do a little more now, then go to bed.
Most of it is s**t I never wanted in here (the office - the room I'll be moving into)/my room in the first place, but went in because no one could find a better place to put it. Rarrrgh.
Just keep going, just keep going.... </nervous breakdown>
Glastea · Thu Jul 03, 2008 @ 11:01pm · 0 Comments |
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Right, I promised an entry on this and then never really got around to it, as you do. Regrettably, this has been an eight exam week and therefore I've had little time to do anything but pretend to revise.
So, DofE, or Duke of Edinburgh. It's basically an award for battling through an expedition and gaining skills and experience, depending on your level (Bronze, Silver or Gold). I did my practice again last week, as the stupid world wouldn't let me just do my expedition and get on with it.
The few days before were uneventful. We got put into our group, which was uneventful, got called a lesbian through most of the week (which, you know, may or may not be accurate wink ) and planned routes and menus and so on. Thoroughly boring, except for the thunderstorm on the first night that kept me and the person I was sharing my tent with awake, though neither of us were aware the other was awake and was too wary of the other's wrath to see if they were awake!
Anyway, Thursday morning, we set off... and got lost in the first ten minutes. Admittedly, this was a confusing start to the route, but our mornings were always worst for map reading. However, we put ourselves right and found the place we needed to be, the subway under the A2. We had to find that bit because otherwise you'd be running across the busiest road in the area and would most likely die. A group did actually run across, and they are officially the biggest idiots on earth.
The map was then given to another group member who successfully steered us on our way to the second check point. Our group was mostly made up of people with learning difficulties, and this guy was minorly autistic and couldn't take decisions by himself. So, I looked over his shoulder the whole way and relieved him of the map as soon as we got to the checkpoint, and got us on our way.
Admittedly, I thought I was crap when I started the week, so now I have gained more confidence in my ability not to get lost.
At around eleven o'clock we felt the rain begin to spit lightly. We thought nothing of it and continued. It began to get heavier as we walked - everyone donned raincoats and we kept going.
At lunchtime we pulled on waterproof trousers, as the rain had got harder. Throughout the afternoon, as we trudged through the fields, the rain got heavier and heavier until all waterproofs gave in and we were all soaked through to the skin.
The last field we climbed was a hill. We'd gone up one, and not found the road we wanted to our horror. However, there was another field, which was newly ploughed and therefore covered in sods. As the rain poured and we walked up this stupid field, our boots were weighed down with the mud. The hill was dubbed 'Moon-boot Hill'. Luckily, the road was at the top of said hill, and our spirits rose.
We got to the campsite, soaked to the skin. My bag liner had got a hole in it and therefore most of the things of my bag were soaked. My sleeping bag was narrowly saved by the inner of the tent I was carrying. We were cold, tired dispirited and generally feeling a bit shite. I suffer severely from chills and end up in bed normally, so I went to bed in damp clothes and feeling thoroughly awful.
The next morning, I woke up feeling better, squished into the side of the tent by my tent mate. She went on to mother us all in the early morning, making me eat a cup of putrid porridge to get my energy up. It was damp and horrid, as many early mornings tend to be, but it wasn't raining. Thank heavens!
We set off again... and got lost at around ten. In all truth, I didn't do my best to stop us, as someone else was map reading and they wouldn't be strayed. They insisted on doing bearings all the time and therefore we went the way of a probably broken compass and took a 5KM detour. Demoralised completely, we missed the checkpoint we were looking for and continued to the second. I believe the thing we wrote on it was "Missed first checkpoint. Whoops!"
Anyway, after that pitfall, it went fairly smoothly. Through the town, following footpaths and asking a friendly postman whether he knew of a place so we didn't screw up again. We ate lunch in a wood, which was positively the nicest meal of our entire experience (even before the expedition) - Uncle Ben's Risotto in pitta breads with Nutrigrain bars for pudding. A dog walker came through and talked to us, which was a nice taste of humanity, and then we had three hours spare so we repeated our route of the following day backwards to get home and then took a break in a field before getting properly back to our finish point.
Our last checkpoint card had two jokes written on it. The day before the expedition, we'd gone around asking for sandwich orders and one kid wouldn't say anything but 'threesome'. We explained this to the leaders and so they gave him an empty sandwich bag and he had to lump it. However, one boy in my group didn't know what a threesome was, so I got the short straw and had to explain: "when three people love eachother very much..." rofl He got the picture from there, and I didn't have to continue.
The other thing that kept my friend and I going was the phrase "I'm very chilly, can you tuck me in please?" This stems from a Ross Noble vid, which can be viewed here: alright, search Ross Noble and click "Never put a blanket over an owl", I've not got time.
That's all to report, must go to bed nao, night-night!
Glastea · Wed Jun 04, 2008 @ 10:02pm · 0 Comments |
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Prom reflections (and fail train) |
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No, the skirt won't make a mertail. A shame, really, but never mind. I've still got my other skirts to do the job, so I'm not particularly concerned. If it suddenly ******** up, yeah, I'd be concerned, but it's not an issue.
Got particularly bored with the dance game - boring waste of time. I got a couple of the items, but I felt the crown looked as if it had a p***s on the top, so I'll buy one for sanctity's sake, and then drop it in my invo to rot and inflate.
In all honesty, I was disappointed with the prom. They made it out to be such a huge event, produced item after item for it, and then it was a damp squib. I didn't see much user interaction, a game which was just a little bit s**t - the arrows should be going vertically, not horizonatally - it's just wrong!
I got some random person saying I looked stunning on my profile, too. What, my avatar? It's shite! I'm taking it as utter sarcasm. He cannot be commenting on what I actually look like, because there are no pictures of me published online. Meh. Couldn't have cared.
Had an English exam today. Fail train has left the station! Jesus, I think I ******** up badly, but I suppose we'll see. It can't be too bad. I finished both essays and checked through for spelling mistakes, and I think I'll have to wait for the results. With coursework, I already have an A* - that'll drag it up into hopefully an A grade.
Eh, never mind. Biology tomorrow, which should be good - all the way to school for a 45 minute exam?! Not ******** fair. Well, I can post a few things in my local town, drop off my library book, things like that.
Ever onwards, I suppose.
Glastea · Tue May 20, 2008 @ 10:01pm · 0 Comments |
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Exam and my current outfit. |
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Mneh. Another exam this afternoon, and I'm taking a break from revision right about now to post this. The weather has gone to s**t - we are not amused - and I cannot wait to get this exam over with so I can get on with worrying about all the others.
I've dressed up slightly for the prom - I didn't like the dresses they've made, so bought a wench set and went from there. I quite like it, actually. The skirt is pretty, and it might even make a good mertail - I haven't checked yet. Some skirts do, others don't - they have to hug the form of the legs and then I have to find something to work as flippers to go with it. Normally, I use the actual flippers, because they're cheap and easy to use. I don't think there's a white set, but we'll see, I suppose. It can't hurt to look, after all.
Glastea · Fri May 16, 2008 @ 10:39am · 0 Comments |
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