My sinuses and kidneys are stupid. I should like to replace them. Although how one would go about replacing sinuses is anyone's guess.

SO EXCITED for the semester to be over. Just a few more days and freedom and victory shall be mine!

Also, I hate Christmas shopping. Lyk syrsly. I went out for like four hours today and came home with one thing for my little sister. Fail. Epic, epic fail.

is climbing a mountain, why is he climbing a mountain?



Freedom is so close. I cannae stand the fact that it is so close. I can almost taste it! Takes a bit like Innis and Guinn Scottish Ale, actually...

I should really either be asleep or working on an English project.

Obviously I'm doing neither.

I've just watched the most amazing Sky1 adaptation of a book I absolutely adored as a kid. "Skellig" by David Almond. If you haven't read it, it's a story about a young boy who discovers a strange, decrepit and arthritic man living in the detached garage of the family's new house. This stranger is no mere bum, however, and upon further investigation we learn that Skellig has wings.

I know what you're thinking, be-wing-ed angel dude? LAAAAME! Believe me though, "Skellig" is the furthest thing from an ethereal angel as it is possible to be.

Sky 1's recent adaptation stars the incomparable Tim Roth (of Fox's "Lie to Me" fame). The character design for Skellig is positively wonderful and includes some elements that hadn't entered into my mind when reading the novel.

Look for this movie online or see if it's available anywhere for rental. It's a beautiful adaptation and I was so pleased with the finished product. Tim Roth would not have been my first choice for the character of Skellig, but I was pleasantly surprised nonetheless.

Go buy the book! Then watch the movie! It's fantastic!

My mouse Despereaux died today.

It was rather sudden.

Boy, when it rains, it pours, doesn't it?

I try to live every day one at a time, but sometimes several of them attack me at once.

Bleh. Today is Turkey Coma day. Everyone send happy thoughts that my dad doesn't burn down the house (or fall through the deck, for that matter) when he cooks the turkey on the grill.

So frakking ready for the end of the semester; I'm taking a bit of time off of work to get my head on straight and hopefully hang out with people I don't get to see too often. My "dad" is coming into town for a bit and I cannae WAIT to see him.

I've optimistically took an hour today to clean out the MG Midget, that has resided in our basement after a rather unpleasant argument with another vehicle, in the hopes that I can slowly acquire the bits required to get it back into working order. Woo hoo: having a vehicle! I won't get too excited about it though, as "zis is cursed, zat is cursed, zis car is cursed" (cookies to anyone who knows what that quote is paraphrased from).

This summer should hopefully be pretty epic and I've been positively itching to get my once-in-a-blue-moon mohawk. Perhaps we shall do that.... Cos you know, wearing a kilt and possibly driving a thirty-year-old lemon-yellow British import car isn't bizarre enough.

Roight. Well, I'm off for the night. Watchin' Plunkett and Macleane and wrestling with the urge to make Plunkett's frakking EPIC leather coat. Plz to can haz nao?


PS: WHY isn't there a "toaster" mood option. I feel there should be one. Who do I complain to?!




Quote of the moment: "Might be, could be, but definitely is: A tosser." - Will Plunkett