[	mood	|	shocked	]
[	music	|	Finger Eleven - Paralyzer	]

No spoilers, just...

Fuck... Fuck.

[	mood	|	amused	]
[	music	|	Dukes of Hazzard	]

Point #1: I finally got an interview! It's on Tuesday, in the heart of Digbeth. Gonna head into town on Monday morning to check out the location so I don't have to make the embarassing 'I'm lost' phone call. YAY for interviews! Took bloody long enough.

Point #2: Pertemps finally called me back. My mate's dad took my CV months ago and I pretty much gave it up as lost in the system, but said mate apparently had a go on my behalf without telling me (loves her like whoa!). The result? I was phoned to say that they haven't found anything yet but they're still looking and 'very much aware of me'. I love the subtext there SO HARD.

Point #3: The Dukes of Hazzard is a truly terrible film, but damn, am I ever having fun watching it!

[	mood	|	angry	]
[	music	|	Torchwood trailer	]

Dear Facebook,

Stop giving me random error messages and randomly deleting my posts. It's really annoying and I know it's nothing wrong with my computer because I already checked.

No love,

Me.

(PS - Seriously, my comp is fine, I'm suffering from servers gone mad, I think. SO if anyone wants my FB who doesn't have it, just let me know!)

[	mood	|	tired	]
[	music	|	Radio 5 Live	]

I tried to sleep earlier, then got up.

Now, because I'm stubborn, I'm about to sleep regardless of damn weather. I'm TIRED, damn it.

*mops up sweat* See y'all later!

[	mood	|	blah	]
[	music	|	Nathan Filion talking shit	]

Alan Carr just friended me on Twitter - now someone else gets to read my non-sensical shit lol!

In other news, I'm watching Nathan Fillion in a frankly awful film on Channel 4 (The 'White Noise' sequel, I think) - makes no sense and all that crap, but I'm still ogling like a beast.

We're having Chip, my gorgeous dog, put down on Thursday morning (today, here - it just passed midnight). Mom's gonna be there (in the house) but I can't. I know it's the right thing to do but I just can't be there so I'm taking myself out for as long as I need to.

The odd thing is that my Mom's obviously gutted, but I'm not - I'm oddly pragmatic and detached. This is definitely good because I know I'll be the one in charge for the next few days, but I'm feeling really guilty. Shouldn't I be a sobbing wreck? Or at least really fucking unhappy? 'Cause I'm not - I'm ready and I'm ok and I know it's best. Does the lack of emotion make me a bad person? Who knows.

[	mood	|	crazy	]
[	music	|	Top Gear	]

Did I really see that? Really? ...That was AWESOME!!!

*is dead*

I cannot wait until the video's available on the website so I can make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Stunt or not, I don't really care one teeny weeny bit.

[	mood	|	cold	]
[	music	|	Papa Roach - Lifeline	]

I've got 2 Dreamwidth codes up for grabs - first come, first served can have them. Any takers?

ETA:dicreasy gets the first one, so only one left now.

[	mood	|	frustrated	]
[	music	|	Shinedown - 45	]

I've just finished watching the American remake of The Ring again. I've seen this particular remake 3 or 4 times now, and I swear it gets worse every time. I've also seen the remakes of Dark Water and The Grudge twice, and I think I have finally managed to semi-articulate my rage at these travesties of cinema.

You see, the genius of the Japanese originals (Ring, Dark Water and Ju-On respectively) is that the original films are clever, and Spartan. They present a vision of horror, something really freakin' scary. The reason they are so scary is that they let you use your own imagination, which is the scariest thing any human being owns. These films seldom use special effects, because they're not needed; it's your own brain that provides the nightmarish in-between moments and backstory.

The problem with the remakes is very simple: they try to explain and demonstrate every single detail. The Ring, for example: seeing how the dead look robs the whole aspect of fear - it makes it laughable, in fact. I was rolling my eyes and saying "oh for fuck's sake" through the whole film. I don't need to see everything - I have a brain, okay?

And in that vein - what exactly is with the need to explain everything? To tie everything up into nice "here's the solution, let me explain it" bundles? It's WAY scarier to fill in the gaps yourself. I don't need to hear about exactly how/where/when or why things got creepy - that bores me. Give me the vaguest idea of some horrid past and leave me to work it out, then I'll shit myself. In the original Ring, it's horrifying because you know something so bad happened to Samara that she's doing what she's doing. The remake decides to show me flashbacks, medical records and long explanations (again with needless special effects) - I'm BORED now, it's not interesting!

*le sigh* Had to vent - that one's been brewing for YEARS.
 

[	mood	|	crazy	]
[	music	|	EPT Poker Tour	]

I am finally in possession of 'Cells' by The Servant. I am SO in love it's untrue - I finally have in my music library a track I've wanted since I first heard it all those months/years ago.

*hugs it*

[	mood	|	awake	]
[	music	|	Kirk/McCoy Vid - Friends	]

My clothes are packed, my tent and sleeping bag are bagged up, which just leaves me to sort out toiletries and the random few things in the morning. I'm being picked up at about half 9, so getting up at 7 should be plenty of time.

The only remaining sticking block is the beer and water, which are really bollocking HEAVY. My tent's not too light either, but since I'm in a car I'm hoping I can avoid doing it all in one trip. My mate reckons he's gonna need more than one attempt with his stuff, so depending on distance and how much I can fit into my second bag, I may leave one box in the car for a return journey.

*huge sigh* I can't say I'm anywhere near totally prepared, but at least now I have a plan to stick to!

PS - note to self. Get some new icons, dammit!

[	mood	|	stressed	]
[	music	|	Hollywood Whore - Papa Roach	]

I'm having a Bad Day over here - my brain informs me that I'm not ACTUALLY having a breakdown and should stop... but that's not working. Can't stop shaking, keep packing then unpacking, am obsessively washing everything I own, and my clock watching is so excessive that I'm tempted to put a damn post-it over the corner of the screen and hide both my phones.

I'm off to Download tomorrow. I don't know when, or how, or with who - hell, some of my lot haven't even received their TICKETS yet. *deep breath*

*screams anyway* No, that's not helping. I really DON'T want to go on the train - with just my beers, tent and sleeping bag I can barely lift my bag... ugh I might go rock in a corner for a bit.

ETA: Crisis averted - am being picked up in the morning. *fans self and crosses fingers*
 

[	mood	|	geeky	]
[	music	|	BBC1	]

It's about time I had a NEW obsession, in any fandom lol.

This time it's Kirk/McCoy, and I finally get what people have always said about the original Star Trek's appeal because damn, I can't get enough of this pairing.

Also, I have developed a MASSIVE appreciation of Chris Pine... whoa, he's hot is all I can say.