I'm tired, I'm bored and god damn did I but know there was no point in coming in to college today.

Half the class weren't here and the 'evaluation session' we had to sit through was the complete waste of time I feared it would be. This is not the way i wanted to be spending my day off. I'm back at work for the next three freaking days and I'm sick of the place already. Seriously. having to go in and deal with my coursemates, most of whom are now free women (and, occasionally, men) was really pretty galling. Three days and it'll all be over, but looked at from the wrong end those three shifts look like a veritable Everest of Terror Nursing, veiled in snow and ominous clouds and bleak gusting winds, and I'm standing here at base camp staring up at it. With no equipment. Wearing a bikini.

Get me out of here. Give me a time machine that will get me to Friday. I don't care, just do something. I'm so freaking tired it's getting beyond a joke. Really, I'd rather have a resit. I think. Maybe. With any lick they'll let me go home early on Thursday... they bloody better or I'll be sad. They let Ward Idiot go early on her last day so I double damn sure deserve to as well.

Anyway. Because I have not much to talk about at the moment, here is an inevitable meme I nipped from vermachtnis. I swear my friends list is such a bad influence on me. I would never do half as many meme sort of things if it wasn't for the fact that they all do them and the fact that I am a lame fangirl loser who is too tired for ficcing and too fanatical to have any other interes and hell, they amuse me

I must admit I have been unduly influenced by her tendency not to take this meme too seriously, as well. There are only so many personality quizzes you can fill in before you start getting a little bit blase about personality quizzes, if you ask me, and besides I'm tired. So, be warned. This thing is long and this thing is stupid and, in all honesty, I dunno why I'm posting it. I knew I should have done the threes meme instead.



Seven things that scare you:
1. My own obsessive nature and fangirl lunacy.
2. These three horribly horrible shifts I still have to do before I get a holiday.
3. Stupidity.
4. Mary Sues.
5. Dogs. They're just so... ugh, dogs. No. Scary.
6. Perhaps getting trapped in the crappy lift at work with the dodgy door.
7. Scientologists. I mean, really. This crap is just freaky. Look at Tom Cruise. Shit, LOOK at him.

Seven things you like the most:
1. Big bodies of water. Lakes, rivers, the sea. Very happy there. I like it when it rains, too.
2. Tare pandas. My tare panda mug broke last night! Very sad. I must glue it.
3. Sleeping. Better, lying in bed feeling drowsy and knowing I'm about to fall asleep. Mmm. Sleep. Must go home and rest. Do it soon.
4. Bagels with cream cheese and ham. And I shall have some of them when I get home before I go to bed.
5. Kitties. Cats, kittens, anything. They're just so fuzzy and cute.
6. Writing. I love writing, even when I'm lame at it. I write most days and when I can't I get antsy.
7. Ken Hidaka

Seven important things in your room:
1. Me (sometimes)
2. My old and unpredictable but much loved computer
3. Manga. mangamangamanga. Did you expect anything else?
4. Bed.
5. My mp3 player (sometimes). I lost my heart to my mp3 player.
6. My fridge. It has diet coke and vanilla in it! It is TEH IMPORTANTS.
7. The cat, when he can be bothered to go in there.

Seven random facts about you:
1. I am a total Weiss Kreuz obsessive fangirl lunatic and have, at some point, been horribly obsessed with all the members of Weiss save for Aya.
2. I have a tare panda propelling pencil which I somehow managed to lose for six months. I finally found it in the bottom of a bag I could have sworn I'd checked before. Obviously not
3. Between the ages of twelve and fourteen I had a vast and embarrassing crush on Kevin Bacon, and on a French teacher who looked rather like him. I now think Alan Rickman is kind of sexy. Especially in the Harry Potter movies. Damn my Snape Love...
4. My handwriting is goddamned terrible, even when I'm not writing on the bus. When I am, it looks kind of like heiroglyphics.
5. I have a pineal gland. AND NOBODY KNOWS WHAT IT DOES
6. I have, in my time, stuck the following things to my bedroom walls: a pacifier, an empty box of pocky, a keyring, around a hundred glittery stars, small pieces of mirror, a tiny wooden train, an equally small ceramic polar bear, the pendant off a broken necklace, a mini wind chime and a tare panda notepad
7. I own a CD of the songs from Ally McBeal. Well, one of my friends used to play it all the time when I was a kid, and I saw it on sale for like £2... damn nostalgia for my stupidly unremarkable teens!

Seven things you plan to do before you die:
1. Finish writing Seuche
2. Qualify from nursing college
3. Learn to ride a motorbike because I think it would be cool
4. Finish Chapter 21 of Seuche
5. Draw something worth looking at
6. Go to Berlin
7. Live

Seven things you can do:
1. Dress myself and tie my own shoelaces
2. Write huge and hideously twisted angst fiction (intermittently)
3. Sleep for hours and hours and hours
4. Cook, when I can be bothered to
5. Develop fangirl obsessions on the oddest of subjects (like Ken)
6. Perform CPR
7. Fill in pointless memes

Seven things you can't do:
1. Make things burst into flame with the power of my mind
2. Stop being a raving Ken Hidaka fangirl obsessive
3. Draw the cute fanarts that keep coming into my head, which makes me sad
4. Stomach Mary Sue fiction
5. See the point of watching Dragonball Z
6. Stop drinking diet coke and vanilla
7. Work out why the hell anybody with half a cupful of brain would want to be a furry

Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:
1. Looks. Well, of course. First thing you notice about anybody, that!
2. Nice hair. I like people with nice hair. Especially if it's dark. Why, I don't know.
3. Intelligence. I've got to be able to talk to them or I won't be interested
4. GSOH. And I mean G.
5. Taste. Must have good taste. I could seriously break up with someone over their taste in greetings cards.
6. The ability to appreciate if not share my obsessions
7. ... hey, why does it have to be the opposite sex? Call Equal Opportunities! THIS MEME IS HOMOPHOBIC!

Seven things you say the most:
1. "Can I take some observations?" (Damn Student Nursing I)
2. [insert four-letter word of choice]
3. "Okay. Sure. Fine. Whatever."
4. "How are you feeling?" (Damn Student Nursing II)
5. Variations on the theme of "I'm Tired"
6. "Whoops."
7. "Where's the cat?"

Seven celeb crushes (whether local or foreign):
1. None whatsoever. Sorry. I reserve my mad crushes for fictional characters. What do you mean it's stupid? I'm no more likely to meet, say, Johnny Depp than I am to meet Rociel, so they might as well be fictional for all the good their flesh and blood solidity will do me.


Yeesh. It took way too long to fill that thing out. My brain really ain't doing it's T today.

That's it, I am definitely going home to sleep now. Maybe I'll actually get something vaguely constructive done when I get back before I have to head off to work again. Guh. Chances are it won't happen, though, and all that'll happen is I reach home, eat something, then fall asleep, waking up with about enough time to play with my MSTs before going to bed. I am so burnt out, I can't even summon up the energy to type up the god-knows how many pages of fic I have in my notebook. Maybe I'll get something done on Friday? I hope I do, because this is getting silly.

Finally: I present to you the final word on the Great Dumbledore Meme of 2005.

... but, so that I shall not be accused of having 'ruined' the book (how can I? It's been out for ages, right? Everyone who really cares about it will have read it 257,872,643,769,487,697,941,790 times already, right?) I'd advise you not to click on the above link if you have not yet read the new 'Harry Potter' book and actually care about things like spoilers (I was happily spoiled by kay_cricketed about five seconds after the book came out and LOVED EVERY MINUTE of it) or have been living under a rock for the last few weeks. A rock on Mars.

But if you don't care, click the link. Make sure your speakers are on, it's not as funny without the music. Well, I thought it was funny anyway. Though it probably shouldn't have been.

Oh well. Hungry and tired. Going home now.