Point up to the dark above you as they edit me from history

Some things are just too strange to comprehend.

I'm an idiotic, geeky, temperamental moron who would gladly deny the company of most people for the chance to sit and shoot Batarians in the face with a shotgun.

I would happily cancel on most people to read another chapter of whatever book I have propped open in front of me.

I would pass up the option of going to a restaurant to sit in a darkened room eating a too cheesy pizza watching an equally cheesy film whose title went something along the lines of; Dread *Insert vicious animal here* Vs Robo *Insert another savage animal here* In space 3.

I like fanfics about aliens that don't exist.

I like the romance scenes of the said unexisting aliens.

I wish they were real.

I wish my best friend was an alien.
I wish my best friend was Garrus.

But then I realise that my best friend is a boy who I sleep beside nearly every night and want to take back all my wishes.

Because he doesn't care that I'm an idiot.

He doesn't care that I tell him pointless facts when I know he's trying to listen to someone on his headset just because I like talking to him.

He doesn't care that I'm anti-social or that I don't want to go outside.

He doesn't care that I'm addicted to ME or that I probably have a bit of a crush on Thane or that I actually fret over who I'm going to romance on the game because I definitely don't want to tup Jacob.

I wish I was laid next to him right now, reading him a page of my book in a silly voice while he looked at me like I should be in a straight jacket.

As wicked as you are, you're beautiful to me.

I've offically got the job.
The trail led to alot of scrapes and burns (you know, sharp knives and hot liquid really don't agree with me) but I got it.
I also got a complimentary burn from the bacon grill as a congratulations across my wrist.
Battle scar number 1!

I want the opportunity to take you for granted.

I got the job!
Well, I got the trail position which will fingers crossed lead to me getting the job full time.

But yeah.
I don't really have anything to say other than that.
I'm terrified about going tomorrow. They're putting me in a place where there's hot liquid. Me. A deliriously clumsy person who can't go a day without falling down the stairs or walking into a table.
Let's hope I make it out alive.


I've just heard Gerard Butler say 'boobies'. I don't think I've ever grinned so wide in all my life. He has a voice that makes that word sounds amazingly funny.

Golly Sandra, you've grown up really crazy.

I have a job interview tomorrow.
It's not for anything really amazing, just a local coffee shop that's just opened.
But if I get it and I get out of the house for more than an hour a day, it'll seem like a God send to me.
I'm so bored recently.
I have nothing to do.
I've cancelled WoW, my xbox is at Simons, music bores me, films bore me, I have no books that I haven't already read a million times.
I'm at a loose end!

So God please, let me get this job.

Inmates run the asylum but worst of all, I'm left tealess.

I'm feeling pretty fragile today. A good night out can do that to you I suppose. I honestly didn't expect it to be as good as it was, but then again, we ended up in a completely different place with completely different people.

There was an acoustic set on at Xscape so we abandoned the Counting House for something with a bit more substance. A couple of friends were already there but I was only bothered about 1 person there if I'm truly honest. It seems that everyone else has changed so much over the past few months. Or maybe I have and just haven't noticed it. I found myself not knowing what to say to a girl I've been friends with for 7 years, opting instead to take the easy road and pull faces and screw my nose up whenever I caught her eye. Although, she did have a face like thunder the whole time she was there, so maybe neither of us have changed and I just couldn't deal with her sour mood.

I shunned my usual drink of Southern Comfort and lemonade and opted to reach out, ordering every flavour of fruit vodka they had behind the bar until I found the one I liked the most. Which happened to be Mandarin. We were all sat round a tiny table on even tinier stools, swapping drinks and grimacing as we got one that we didn't like. Hats and headbands were handed round and tried on and pictures were snapped that will surface on the net sometime this week for the sole reason of letting me untag myself in every single one.

The set had already started when I turned up but it wasn't anything I hadn't seen before. The 2 of them have been playing for a while and it used to be a weekly outing to go and listen to them. There was only 1 song that they sang that I hadn't heard before but it was this song that I sat and listened to the whole way through, without joining in any conversation, even though some was aimed at me and without taking my eyes off the singer.

It was beautiful.

It was a good night. Different from most, quieter than most but still a lot of fun.

Now as then is simple truth. Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.

We daydream alone, forgetting the one place we call home.

I've gotten obsessed with fanfics recently.
I'm not proud of it, but I'll be damned to deny that some of them are effing brilliant!
If only they didn't have so much sex in them. It's like an episode of Rome!
I'm leaning more toward ME ones at the moment, what with me finally having finished it!
Some people can make game characters so bloody cute!

I have to admit, I'm at a loss with what to do with myself now that I don't get to shoot aliens in the face anymore. I'm tempted to start a new game, if only to get the 6 achievements I'm lacking to have it 100% completed but I fear that if I load that game up on the Xbox once more my boyfriend will actually banish me from his house.
I did play it quite a lot!

I tried a numerous amount of games yesterday/the day before (I'm not entirely sure what day it was/what day it is right now) in an attempt to redirect my attention away from the fact that I have another 10 months to wait for the next installment to the Shepard trilogy!

I attempted to kid myself into thinking I was man enough to handle Dead Space 2. 10 minutes is a record for me. I loathe games that make me jump! I'm rubbish at shooting, I'll admit that (not so bad at 3rd person for some reason though) but couple it up with constantly being on edge at the fact that something was going to pop round the rest corner and skewer me and I amounted to a shivering mess of failure.
So that got turned off and put back into the cupboard.

Next came Silent Hill: Homecoming. I realise that it isn't much better, but there's the whole 'lack of having to aim at anything' going for it so I figured it'd be less nerve-wracking.

Wrong.

If anything it was worse. It was darker than DS, weirder and involved a large amount of Bubblehead Nurses. I didn't have to aim, but the radio started to crackle and I was near tears with fear.
Back in the cupboard for that too.

At this point, Viva Pinata was looking like the safest option! But no! In swooped Splatter House (it didn't actually swoop, I noticed that it was on the window ledge under some books that I'd been reading the day before) and I was saved from dire boredom! It's a pretty good mind numbing game. You get to kill things with their own severed arms (you actually get to use your own severed arm at one point) but without it turning the game into the awful 'Horror' genre that I can't stand!

Only 11 days until Shadows of the Damned comes out and I can throw myself into another game and generally deprive myself of sleep again.
Bring it on!


Also, I've just noticed there's a moth flying round my room. I'm going to have to go cry now as I try and reduce it to a smear on the wall with the heaviest book I can lay my hands on!
Dirty insecty bastard!

Why so Sirius?

Touche Mr Black.
I laughed so much at this.
Also, would it count as Beastiality if you slept with Sirius Black?
What with the whole Animagus thing...