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Current Music: the killers; 'smile like you mean it'
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27 June 2010 @ 11:21 am
I had an interesting dream last night that combined school/exams, the RNLI, and singing Don't Rain on My Parade at the top of my lungs.

Good song.

Anyway, my exams are over, so hell yeah and all other forms of gleeful expression.

APPROPRIATE GIF IS APPROPRIATE, as I am currently watching Lennon Naked and Eccleston is once again pleasing me with his epic face. And Claudie Blakley! She is awesome.

DOCTOR WHO OMG (small spoilers within)Collapse )
Current Music: hey mister aarrrrnnnnnstieeennnnnn...
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In other news, I am waiting for a parcel to be collected from our house, and I want to have a shower, but clearly the doorbell will ring the second I get under the water so there's no point. Pfft, life's little quirks.
Current Mood: excitedexcited
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07 June 2010 @ 05:39 pm
Do you like your birth name? If you had the opportunity to change it, would you? What new name would you choose?

I have mixed feelings about my name.

It was pretty unpleasant being saddled with it, all four Biblical, Queenly, grandmotherly syllables of it, in my childhood. Nobody ever shortened it and I wasn't bold enough to insist on being called any nickname or shortened version; besides which, I hated 'Lizzie'.

Eventually, though, I realised I didn't mind 'Liz', and I actually rather liked 'Lizz'. It's taken a few years to get everyone around me to call me by it -- it's taken a few years for it to feel like my name even to myself. But I'm here now, and in my own head I'm Lizz.

And yet, 'Elizabeth' is still there, still attached to me, and I still associate it with myself, even as I find it embarrassing and awful and difficult to say aloud. But you know, I think I'm gradually growing into it. I can imagine finding it less and less embarrassing as I get older. I don't mind 'Lizzie' now, either. Anyone can call me that, if they so desire.

My middle name is 'Ruth', and I have no strong feelings about it, positive or negative.

The only thing I dislike about my surname is the fact that it has two possible spellings. In England, people always add an 'e' onto the end, but mine is the Scottish spelling -- no 'e'. Even when I'm, like, booking a taxi or something, where I never get to see how the other person's spelt my name, I can feel it being spelt wrong. There's no need for the 'e'! It serves no purpose!
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06 June 2010 @ 08:06 pm
I haven't really listened to My Chemical Romance for months, but.

I'm listening to Sleep right now. Just listening to the song, not even thinking about my own life; just letting it connect itself with whatever's in my head, without my having to join the dots consciously. And it feels... perfect.

Current Music: my chemical romance; 'sleep'
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05 June 2010 @ 08:00 pm
Um, so, I think Vincent and the Doctor was one of my favourite episodes of any show, ever.
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Single best thing about my last day of school education?

The fact that somebody hung a sheet out of the Sixth Form Block window, with a message painted on. Did the message say "2010 Leavers"? "See you down the Jobcentre"? "Fuck you, headmistress"?


Daubed on messily in blood-red paint, and everything.

My year group can be kind of amazing.

I cried writing a message in bestie!Steph's little last-day-of-school signatures book, I cried reading the message for me in Lower-6-Lauren's card, I cried in my last ever Classics lesson with Crazy Amazing Irish Mrs C. (She gave us Wagon Wheels and told us everything was going to be OK and I love her, a lot.)

I considered forming a metaphor about Aeneas, and how the fall of Troy broke his heart, but it led him onwards to the foundation of Rome; I decided against it. I don't think this needs quantifying, comparing to something else, lamenting or celebrating. I'm just going to let it be. Goodbye, BHS.
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Today was the Teachers' Skit. It's the playful of in-jokes which the departing U6 shoves in the faces of the rest of the school at the end of every year, hoping against hope that (a) it will be funny and (b) no teachers will cry this year.

I played Mr N, a French and Spanish teacher who also happens to be my form teacher. It was the perfect part for me -- all I had to do was speak in a low voice, sing loudly in assembly, and wear colourful ties and socks (I tied several ties around every part of my anatomy I could think of, and my socks were knee-high and rainbow-striped). I also had to run across the stage after the girl playing my wife, sobbing "Mrs N! Come back!" (Mr N's wife left her job at our school last year).

It was bloody good fun. If I were feeling like it, I would get all emotional here about how I've laughed myself silly watching the Teachers' Skit every year since I was 11, and I always wondered how ours would go when I was All Grown Up in U6 and About to Leave School Forever, and now it's happened.

As it is, I'm mostly sad that I won't get to see next year's Skit, or the year after's. I won't get to know the new teachers who are coming in, the new headteacher who's taking over; I won't get to hear the stupid assembly-reading blunders or see the in-jokes about 50 billion fire drills and becoming an Academy; I won't be there anymore.

Um, I'm weirdly attached to this ridiculous place, it seems. I get the feeling I'm going to miss it quite a lot.
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13 May 2010 @ 11:30 am
Thanks are due to speak_me_fair, who apparently associates me with squirrels and purple, for this meme:

1. Respond with something random about you.
2. Tell you which color you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what animal you remind me of.
5. Ask you something I've always wondered about you.
6. Tell you my favorite thing about you.
7. Tell you my least favorite thing about you.
haha only not. Or at least only in an ironic and hilarious manner.

Also, dear readers, a question for you.

Imagine you are in a play. Your part includes playing the lute onstage, and then being stabbed and dying.

Can you manage to die without damaging your lute? Discuss.