Lilly for Algernon

Christmas day looms, my chest constricts.

It's not that i don't like the idea of Christmas, because I do. I'm totally into the holiday cheer, and the tree and the lights (my family unfortunately doesn't do lights and our tree sucks but that's another story that one day will no doubt be regurgitated for Oprah), and the short bread, and the presents. I love presents. Saying that, it took me eleven years to realize that my family should never be put in the one place ever. ever. My entire family has something to say, I come from a line of academics musicians, designers, liberals, chain smokers, alcoholics, 70's throwbacks. I'm going to go crazy, I'm doomed. The only way I made it through last Christmas was with copious amounts of alcohol, and even that ended with some family truths I'd rather not have know. Holidays suck. Suck, suck, suck. If miracles do exist then Santa will let me dodge the New Years bullet... Come on now, I've been a good girl *winning smile*.

My mum just dropped the D word a few days ago. We've been kinda avoiding the issue for a few years now, my mum conveniently postponing and scurting around that discussion. Then she just drops it like an A bomb a few days ago. We're getting a new dog!!! *happy dance*. I want a pitbull we can call Veronica. Our current dog has been sulking though, Maggie is very sensitive almost to the point of being neurotic. She's quite Paul Anka-ish, except by not looking like an over sized mop she doesn't really pull it off. Still, she was in the room when we raised the D word and the P word and me and my mum where looking at an exact replica of what she would have looked like as a puppy (we adopted her when she was about eighteen months) and I think she knows she's going to have competition because she just drooped, and ever since then she's just been really strangely affectionate. She even let me walk her to the video store. Knowing that I always spend half an hour deciding, leaving her in the blistering heat/ freezing cold. I've borrowed the entire first season of One Tree Hill and cannibalized it in under three days, I ordered season two off ebay and I hope it arrives by Tuesday but my experience with internet ordering have never really been that good, I alway seem to get everything about a week after it's meant to come. But, oh my god, I love it. I remember not liking it when I first watched it years ago, when it was partnered with The OC, but now I just love it. I love Nathan and his abs (beeautiful, beautiful abs) and Peyton and her Peytonness. I officially have a new show to obsess over. Good for me.


Speaking of the OC, Gossip Girl is awesome. No I correct myself, Blair is awesome. In her Blairness. The first few episodes are just being aired here, but I've been watching them off fanpop and sidereel.com so I'm up to date. Plus I don't have cable, more my shame. I actually kinda like how much they've gone off track from the books because lets be honest. The books sucked. I loved them, but they where crappy. I especially love the whole Blair/Chuck thing. The actor who plays Nate could realistically be replaced by a very pretty cardboard cut out, and Serena has been disappointing beige. But I love Lilly! She's the best adult cast addition of any show I've seen for a really long time. She's so good I've long forgiven her creepy resemblance to Kirsten.

Happy Holidays flist! Seasons Greetings, may all your Christmas (Hanukkah, Kwanzaa) wishes come true (Ipod, Laptop, Matt Czuchry).

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Found this on buffslayer23 's LJ. Very cute *rolls eyes*.

Ok, freaking out about exams tomorrow or more specifically the exam, Math exam to be exact. There is no way I am going to pass, I am going to fail and die stupid and alone. I knew I should have studied and I just tried for like two hours while watching a Dr Phil special on twin crack whores and I must be an idiot because linear graphs and surds... No. Fricken. Idea.

Lets please give me some moral support, I'm dying here!!

We've waited weeks, nay months, for confirmation and finally the axe falls and what we all have feared as come to pass. Veronica Mars has not been renewed for a forth season. The characters we have loved, liked, hated, resented are no more.

CW SUCKS!!

I think it is a shame that we have condemned such a fantastic show on account of one season, I would liked to have seen it redeem it self, but the worst thing seems to be that we where never given a proper goodbye. And by that I mean a LoVe goodbye. By that I mean an ending that isn't just a season finale but an epic goodbye. We don't have a proper ending.

*Sigh*

So sad.

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Anyway my s1 DVDS didn't arrive today so I'm in a grumpy mood, but yay, Work Experience is over.

I never update my Journal. I am the worst person. I'm like some creepy lurker who just lurks but never, you know, updates.

Anyway, what ever I'm updating now. My brother is playing with GarageBand and making me want to claw my brain out so excuse me if I'm a bit grumpy.

1. Ok so I haven't been to school for nigh on three weeks now because I almost fractured by ankle by falling down the stairs outside my school. On one hand it was kinda awesome and funny because I got a whole week off and it got better in a few days, (my mum was freaking out and made me sit down for most of the week). Also while I was waiting for my dad to pick me up, Claire was sitting with me in the SickBay and telling me all the creepy shit she had seen as a life guard and gymnast. I was just being a big baby so snaps to Claire for calming me down (lowest pain threshold ever) on the other hand I had to visit the nearest hospital which happened to be Footscray Public. Ew. If I can help it I am never ever stepping foot in the place again because it's just an awful portrayal  of the public hospital system. It was just yellowing and disgusting and gross and I never want to even think about the place again.

That wasn't the weirdest part of that week because the Tuesday before I got really drunk and chaos ensured *waves arms*. Ok so it was the day before Anzac day which for those who may not know is the Australian celebration for those killed in WW1. We got a day off on Wednesday and me and Eve where gonna 'sleep' at Fran's house. So we got the booze (Passion Pop the tween chuck of choice) and Fran's sister Audrey and Aud's friend Laura came with and we decided to go down to North Melbourne (or maybe East, or South) and we where drinking on the streets and we gradually made our way to Southern Cross Station. It was completely stupid, because by then we where completely off our heads especially Fran, and we where just running around this completely pubic place at 12.00 at night. After a while it got kind of heavy and Fran was crying and begging to call her ex because 'he was the only one who would ever love her'.
What.Ever. I'm saying it now because I feel  so  strongly about this. No one should rely on their boyfriend to feel valid, Fran is gorgeous and her ex (or maybe current, kinda out of the loop at the mo) while perhaps not a disgusting human being should realize that if he really loves her he should just make a choice either way. Together or not ya know, because the constant change is totally unhealthy. Anyway so the night was getting darker in more ways then one, so we decided to trot off home. I'd like to air a thank you to Fran's little sis Audrey who was the only one of us remotely sober at this point, she was awesome. I'm pretty sure we would be dead, or raped or something awful if she hadn't been there. The trotting was going great until we got off at the wrong train stop, in South Kensington. We walked all the way up the street to one of Fran's old friends house. then we walked allll the way back home. Which is aprox. two ks up and down hill. I was pretty good by then, and Eve was starting to sober up too. We got home around two and just crashed into bed.

I woke up in the morning with a hangover and realized I'd ruined my favorite pair of shoes. The night's soundtrack was HelloGoodbye, it was playing down low when I woke up in the morning as Eve (snuggle up against the gas heater) manned the ipod.

2. The last two weeks I have been doing Work Experience. Most kids go through Primary School and Early HighSchool with like this idea that work experience is all free popcorn and fifty dollars and hour. So not, I've basically been filing and date entrying for the past two weeks. I did my first week at a Printing Company because I'm interested in Graphic Design (go figure that out) and by the end I was bored out of my skull. There was this really skeezy old guy and this really cute guy who looked like Hamish Blake (only Australian's will get that reference so here

is a picture-            . He's a radio jockey. Adorable) and the people upstairs swore alot, complained about their job and had stupid ideas about global warming (ignore it) and the Y2k bug (don't even get me started). That pretty much sums up my week. This week is better at my mum's work, everyone is really nice but I'm getting pretty much the same work. Whatever.

3. YAY!! Brought Veronica Mars s1 off Ebay and am so. phsyced. Expecting it in the next couple of days and then I will be (almost) up to date. Yay, Yay, Yay. It'll be salve to my soul because there has been precious little new L/V fiction in the last few days. Although to any VM/Buffy fans I highly recommend The Red Deep. Any serious bangel fans will probably know Trix, but if not read her now.

Ok, so that's it. A nice ranty panty party.