fucking hell, charlie. be careful of the grass!

And I’m actually loving it; I haven’t loved a roleplay plot or my own graphics in a very long time.

The only problem is, the sidebar keeps fucking up. It’s alignment keeps going strange, it was perfectly fine and then it suddenly bumped itself up above the ‘welcome your last visit was w/e’ and the name of the forum bit and it won’t come down. And I don’t know what to do. And I’d already had problems with a sidebar code. And I want to kill someone.

In other news, I’m loving my character and the plot of the whole thing. I think this is gonn’ be good.

I bought it on DVD on Friday, and we’ve watched the first two episodes. They are lovely, a sweet little romcom about three ‘couples’ and it’s all glorious. I do remember the first time I watched it, I cried when Shaun Dooley cried in the first episode but jesus christ he’s got such expressive eyes, seeing as his mouth was taped shut.

That one manly tear. That one bloody manly tear.

But third episode onwards is where it gets really sad. I shouldn’t watch it. I have the world’s worst cold, if I watched it I will just bung myself up. Because I can’t not cry. Especially if I watch the final episode, with Shaun blarting all over the screen. I remember last time I was crying for the second half of the penultimate episode and the whole of the finale. Fucking Dooley. I’ll be having words with him.

So it’s a choice I have to make: the fucking cutest character Shaun could ever play (and I mean Eddie is the perfect man; he’s so cute, sweet, considerate, kind, ugh and he’s an ambulance man and that outfit, ugh) and not get any sleep because I can’t breathe or not watch it until I get better and actually sleep.

Fuck it I can’t help myself.

irritablepalsyndrome:

Eric: Stop playing with your woggle, son. It’s not nice.

Ernie: You can’t talk to a wolf cub like that!

Eric: It’s for his own good! I’m just thinking of his ging gang…goolie.

(Ernie holds back his laughter)

Eric: Did I say something funny?

Ernie: *giggles* very… very nearly!

irritablepalsyndrome:

To conclude my Daniel-spam (for tonight) - I shall leave you with my favourite bits from his BAFTA speech…

“*winks* Thank you, angel face!”  

“I’m absolutely gob smacked and if I pass out, I’m really sorry”

“I should also thank my mum and dad, Big Mags and Big Steve - love you babies”

 and pretty much his entire speech because it was lovely. Yes.

Bwhahaha. Do you remember Doppleganger? The RP that started, but never really started? xD -ohthememories-

Oh, god, yeah! I can’t believe that didn’t go anywhere!

Well, hopefully, the one that I’ll be doing now will be good. Hopefully.

I’ve got a tonne of time off as I have study leave and most of the summer holidays. I have revision to do but it’s an incentive to do something after I’ve done my revision.

Damn, I just need a good idea, now.

Fuck that shit, it was awesome. So glad the people who came came because they made it an utterly brilliant show.

I’ll post a picture of me looking like a doof, dressed as Kakashi from Naruto in a second.

I also managed to get a Doctor Who print; two pictures of Karen, Matt, Arthur and Alex. I got that one because they both had Arthur in. Oh Arthur. Oh R Thur.

But I’m ill as sin. We’re having a BBQ later on today, but I’ve been ill all weekend; since Friday, actually. I’ve probably given Edmunds my cold after I half bear-hugged him for a photo. Fuck that shit, it’s too much fun.

Feels a bit odd to be saying that.

The two highlights of my day were definitely:

• Well, the theme of the leavers was ‘When I grow up I want to be…’ so I dressed up as Hermione. Because she’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to be. Apart from a writer, of course. But me and my friend first thing, because we had a free, were going around sticking posters up. And I went ‘OH I HAVE TO!’ and made a poster that said ‘WHEN I GROW UP I WANT TO BE MR EDMUNDS’ and I was going to stick it on his door. Low and behold, I walked out of the room to go down the corridor and he was there. And read it, and just grinned and laughed. But apparently, my Englisht teacher sad: ‘OH AND IT WAS SO CUTE, SOMEONE MADE A POSTER THAT SAID ‘WHEN I GROW UP I WANT TO BE MR EDMUNDS’ AND HE CAME INTO THE STAFF ROOM SAYING ‘SOMEONE MADE A POSTER WITH…’ AND HE WAS REALLY HAPPY! I WONDER WHO DID IT?’ and I went ‘THAT WAS ME.’ and she went ‘OH THAT WAS ADORABLE; HE WAS REALLY HAPPY!’
• And after English me and two of my friends went to find him for a picture (because I didn’t have my camera so needed my friend there for hers). And so for the picture, because he’s a few inches smaller than me, I just tucked my arm around his neck, like a half-bear hug or something. He pulled his half-grinned half-mock-scared face. Oh god, the picture’s going to be brilliant when my friend puts it up on facebook; I’ll put it up here.

Genuinely such a brilliant day. At the end of school, Edmunds and my other history teacher were standing at the window of the staff room watching us all go and Edmunds was looking at me and so I just waved at him. And he waved back (not, ‘oh god I have to wave’, properly waving) and then my other history teacher waved. Ugh. I’m seriously going to miss Edmunds; he’s the biggest thing from school I’m going to miss.

WHAT A BASTARD, GODDAMN HIM.

I played half an hour of Portal 2 and the rest of the time has been spent creating Sims.

I adore Portal 2. It’s an utterly brilliant, mesmerising, funny, sarcastic, quick-witted, clever, fun game to play but… god, look, okay, if I can make myself thinner and going out with Shaun Dooley, sister to Liberty and best friends with Brooker, I’m going to do that. No amount of portal-shooting fun’s going to stop me.