Just thought I should share this. I think it's one of the best pieces of writing Joss Whedon has ever done, and certainly the most incredible thing Xander has ever said.

'I saw what you did last night. Thought you were all special. Miss Sunnydale, 2003. And the minutes you found out you weren’t, you handed the crown over without a moment’s pause. You gave away your power. They’ll never know how tough it is, Dawnie. To be the one who isn’t chosen; to live so near the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes, cause nobody’s watching me. I saw you last night, I saw you working here today…You’re not special. You’re extraordinary.'

Eevee

*sniffles*

Well. I'm posting. But only cause I'm ill and have nothing better to do...

This really sucks. Plenty of times I have wished for illness so I need not face the wrath of various teachers, but now I am actually 'proper poorly' (so says my mum) it is not as fun as I imagined.

The first day (Monday) I wasn't feeling too bad but I decided to stay home anyway. And it was OK. I had a bad headache and general everywhere ache by the end of the day, but I'd managed to stay aware enough to watch a bit of Doctor Who. I shoulda been tipped off though when I cried at Father's Day (the ep in which the Doctor takes Rose back to the day her father died). I haven't cried at that episode since it was first broadcast. Yeah...I was ill alright...

Tuesday sucked. It sucked so much. My head was hurting so much it was making me cry, which in turn made me feel like my eyes were on fire. And I had to beg my dad to go and buy me some cough medicine to stop my diaphragm forcing my spleen out of my body. Through my lungs.

On Wednesday I'd had enough. I was lonely and still feeling like yuck and no one would even frickin hug me because I was 'contagious'. To add to this, I missed out on the first drama rehearsal of the year (which I'd been looking forward to for a long time...OK, a week, but still). Cried quite a bit on MSN cause I missed everyone so badly and talking to them over my dodgy Internet was NOT the same as squeeing all over them in real life.

Whcih brings me to today, Thursday. And I've officially infected my poor mother. I still feel rubbish but quite frankly I am so fed up that the only place I wanna be is at school.

Or y'know, Wales. I hear Wales is OK.

Eevee

We do routines
and gory scenes
that are too hot for cable!

The Signs of Christmas

I reckon there are a few tell tale signs that it's well and truly the season to be jolly. Enjoy!

1) Suddenly, for no inexplicable reason, it's dark when I come out of school. And in the morning, on my skippity hoppity walk to school, I can observe the sun rising in a flurry of pink clouds. It's weird, but I like it.

2) The Sun's so low in the sky on the school run that you get blinded at every corner.

3) DFS sale. But then again, when is there *not* a DFS sale?

4) Coca Cola adverts! Holidays are comin', holidays are comin', holidays are comin' (it's always the real thing)...

5) Chocolate EVERYWHERE, and lots of things in fancy boxes.

6) Your friends get giggly and whisper to each other about gifts. And for some reason, everyone's asking you who your favourite Doctor is, and whether Tom Baker's still alive.

7) Countdown begins on the Doctor Who Website...^-^

8) There are little bits of sticky tape all over your floor from wrapping presents which attach themselves to your socks even when you don't tread on them.

9) It's BLURRY COLD.

10) Special feeling of Christmas cheer that makes you love everyone (especially when you suspect they have bought you something TARDIS-related).

Eevee

Ianto: Amazing. She's a natural - 24 seconds.
Owen: Give Ianto a stopwatch and he's happy.
Ianto: It's the button on the top.

Bad Day

:( Today has not been at all fantastic. And even that slight DW reference is not pulling me from...well, not misery. I'm more...glum. On the scale of despair, I'm at glum.

The Scale of Despair

--not all that great
--down in the dumps
--low
--glum
--upset
--needing a snug, immediately
--depression
--despair

So, y'know, about half-way to wrist slashing.

I've got a headache, basically, because I haven't been going to bed all that early. And ICT coursework is due for tomorrow - huzzah. A classmate of mine has been getting in my face recently for no reason at all, and today she pushed me into a desk. On top of that, I've hurt my hip quite badly (although I'm not sure how). I think I've pulled a couple of muscles.

But life goes on I spose. And at the weekend...the possibility of Cardiff.

Eevee

'All we know for sure is that Juan Chi is trying to find his monkey band'

And Now, Smallville!

I'm really getting into this reviewing business, and I have a lovely little ramble about Smallville to share with you all. It's about Superman before he was Superman (I hope that wasn't too much of a spoiler).

Huzzah for YouTube! And for, after months of patience, my fringe finally growing to a sensible length! And for eyeliner going on properly instead of becoming a bad smudgy mess!

And for that wonderful, wonderful sammich.



Lovely to hear from you Mr Beaver. Hope you're enjoying uni life, and for the love of sammiches get your arse on MSN sometime soon, because I am actually going crazy by myself because of lack of Joe.

Eevee

Reasons why I LOBE Richard Hammond #4: 'Was I driving like a twat?'

The Robin Rant

I don't like Robin Hood.

Not the person, I have nothing against him. Giving stuff to the poor and all that. Should be commended.

But the BBC series that's on at the moment...I *really* don't like that....watch and learn my pretties...



Hope you enjoyed. ^-~

Eevee

Reasons why I LOBE Richard Hammond #3: 'Look. A petrol station, the natural home territory of the Ford GT. And there it is, at the watering hole, drinking its fill. For the forty-seventh time today.'

Officially Out of Titles

I'm feeling rather cheery as I write this because not so long ago I spoke to Joe for the first time in what seems suspisciously like TOO LONG. It is good to know he is alive and well and attending sci-fi and fantasy meetings.

I've had my hair all spiffed up today and it's looking rather nice and layery. I really want to dye it a nice dark brown and I wish my fringe would hurry up and grow out already, but it still looks pretty, considering. God bless hairdressers. ^-^

Oh I wish I had a real reason for posting, but I don't. I'm just so darned happy, and I have no sensible reason for it...

The Woolworths adverts have begun. It's officially Nearly Christmas.

Eevee

Reasons why I lobe Richard Hammond #2: 'I don't want to die in tights!'

Various Updates

Oh lazy, lazy Emily...I do apologise readers for the lack of posting yet again. Dear me. Kids today, eh?

Well, my distraught post about losing all my files prompted my dad to find them again, which deserves some sort of celebration. So huzzah! I've had a great deal of fun reading all my crappy fics again. Halo I just couldn't get through...I tried my best but it was 85 frickin pages long, and I just don't have the attention span to read all of that in one go, especially when it's that incredibly bad. I mean, the storyline's alright and yes, I have the general use of English down to a T. But the mischaracterisation...it's enough to make you want to poke your eyes out just so you don't have to read any more...and why oh why did I put Buffy/Giles shipping in it? Why? Oh I was a twisted little individual...so very twisted...

Over the weekend I was shoved in our cramped study because my godparents and their kids came to stay. I love them dearly, but depriving a teenage girl of her bedroom is always a really bad idea, so after those two long days I had a lot of pent up angst, which I released yesterday by going on a wonderful romp around Oakwood with Roy. Truly spiffing. Today I've been to see a nurse who jabbed me with a needle (she said it was to prevent polio, but I think she enjoyed it too much for that to be true) and now my arm is all weird and kind of achey. And I'm cold because I refuse to aggravate the tiny little pinprick by putting on a jumper.

But y'know, all things considered my life is going pretty well. The fact I'm not at school may come into that greatly, but seeing Roy always makes me cheery. Also I've been watching Galaxy Quest. I adore that movie, I really do. Tim Allen AND Sam Rockwell? Hold me please because I may cry. Tim Allen will have my lifelong respect for making a succession of really cheesy comedies and still not repenting, and Sam Rockwell...well, I've seen the original Hitchhiker's Guide and when it comes to Zaphod, I'll take Rockwell over him any day. Fantastic actor, really fantastic. So huzzah again!

Saturday sees me going down to Londinium to view Spamalot, which I'm looking forward to, and tomorrow I'm going out with my lovely mother to watch The Devil Wears Prada. I don't know what much when it comes to that film, but I think it may secretly be about Miss Bolland.

Eevee

Reasons why I LOBE Richard Hammod #1: 'What I've just been: jammed between Jeremy's thighs in a Dutch three-wheeler! Ooh, yeah!'