Lisa

For those of you who don't know / haven't seen it first hand I have shiny new platinum and diamond ring.... *grin*

Guess this means I'm stuck with Laurence then *sigh*

Well the diamons at least are forever .... my precioussssssssssssssssssssss

Current Mood: loved

Hurrah! After a storming victory at MillHill today, my depleted and understrength first team (ably captained by yours truly) are now well clear of the relegation zone... so we can all heave a big sigh of relief. For those of you amongst my friends who are thinking "which sport?", I'm referring to hockey. For those of you who are thinking "who cares", the answer is I do and you would if I'd come home and then moped at you for the next 3 weeks!

Now I can only hope that England will follow in the footsteps of NPLL Ladies 1st XI and trounce their opposition. I'm off to fight for the prime spot on the settee with my dad.... if I time it right I'll wait till he goes to make a cuppa just before the game, sneak down the stairs and bag the corner seat....

Mwahahahaha.... I love it when a plan comes together!

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: Ms Dynamite - A Little Deeper

Mwahahahahaha THe bug has bit again. I take it all back boys and girls I must be at least an 'ickle bit geeky... But only a bit round the edges Star Wars Galaxies is fab, and even TOny has now found something to replace his D2 addic.... um habi.... er hobby. And I'm no longer an SWG widow. I can play with Lau, and so long as I type words on the screen he'll type back!

Wow.

Anyway I'm off to bed, have to get up moderately early for work tomorrow - I've got 2 Angolans and a Kosovan to try and send home.... ;-)

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Avril Lavigne (well at least its not Dido again)

Its that time of year again. I spent about 3 hours in the company of my mother (and half of southern England) on the annual Present Quest round Kingston. I won't go into too much detail, suffice to say I held on to my temper by the barest of margins, and my dubious sanity by even less.

Every bloody year I swear I'll do my X-mas shopping in October or November, and every year I find myself doing it between the 22rd and 24th!

Well it could have been worse... well marginally worse. I managed to get pretty much everything I went for, with the sole exception of Lau's mum's car mats (mostly because my mum dragged her feet so much that Halfords was closed by the time we finally got there!), for her Citroen Don't-park-behind-me-on-a-hill-my-handbrake's-dodgy Xantia.

In fact as I look back on my 3 hours of 'sheer hell', now I'm safely ensconced at home (well Nerdvana but close), it wasn't actually that bad... As I said I got most everything I wanted, I didn't have to cue for longer thhan 5 minutes to pay for any of it and I even got a seat on the bus on the way back - albeit 4 stops from home but you can't have everything!

Wow, perhaps I even enjoyed it... the thoughts of the happy smiley faces when dad gets his kilogram of chocolate, mum gets her knickers, Lau FINALLY gets his copy of NFS Undergound and Faith and Keith .... well that'd be telling!

*grin*

Okay so next year when I fail to shop for Christmas presents in the 362 days immediately after this Christmas maybe I won't be so strssed...




Oh b*llocks, I've just realised I got my mum's knickers a size to big.

Sh*t, b*gger, d*mn and Bah Humbug.

Once more into the breach dear friends and relatives..................

Current Mood: stressed
Current Music: Dido

I woke up this morning to find a pack of very spiky hedgehogs infesting my tummy. It took 2 cups of tea and 3 hours to arrive at the dawning realisation that I have not been infested by vermin (Lau notwithstanding), but that I have failed to get pregnant for another month (Hurrah!)

I told my (oh-so-sympathetic) dad I had a mucho big tummy ache, and he said it was all his fault for wanting a girl and providing the requisite sperm. Unable to stomach (pardon the pun) a conversation which invovled any thought of my father inseminating my mother, I swiftly abandoned the search for 'buprofen and headed up to the abandoned wilds of my study to gibber quietly in a corner of my mind.

http://stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/blue/stressed.gif
http://stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/punquinheads/blue/stressed.gif

Anyway to cut a very short story shorter *g*, I received a rather amusing link from Mr Miller. The original of said link is here. Follow it. Its for your own damn good.

Actually it probably isn't. But hell it made me laugh, so why not give it a try...

OMG I sound like I'm trying to push drugs or something *shudder*, that conversation with my dad must have damaged my mind more than I thought *gibber*.

Just follow the link and let me get back to my quiet corner of insanity huh?

http://edition.cnn.com/2003/TECH/ptech/11/26/master.term.reut/index.html

Current Mood: Hurty

Ok I have officially passed over the title of Stinky Stinky Snot-Monster of Hampton Hill to Laurence. It appears that on top of catching my cold/flu he also has a tooth infection which the dentist prodded with a sharp thing to make it burst. My poor ickle baby boy.

Anyhow I'm at home, bored because I'm too ill to go to work or indeed do anything more active that sit up / lie down, and I can't find the book I was readin yesterday.

More anooying I forgot to ask the lovely Wednesday if she'd finished with Exiles Honour. Most annoying - damn my blondeness and 7 second goldfish memory.

I think I'm going to have another cup of tea now........

Current Mood: Snotty
Current Music: Dido - No Angel (my but aren't we cheerful today)

Have almost finished last ever ever ever day as student.

Have job.

Am getting married.

Must there fore be big grown-up responsible sort of person....


NOR-MAL VIEW...
NOR-MAL VIEW....

NOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL VIEWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!

Ahem, as I was saying, I'm practically an adult now.

Current Mood: cheerful

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr I really really am suffering through this tort coursework. The most annoying part being I could quite happily give advice to a client but couldn't write an essay explaining my logic for love nor money. Whilst this is a highly unusal problem for me, I think it has a lot to do with the fact that the essay is on tort law.

I'm giving serious consideration to going down the gym, purely so that I can exchange one kind of frustration for another.

Oh well at least I'm honest.... I admit when I'm skyving! Or I might go see Mrs L and see if my course work is clearer after some crappy 'merican day-time TV, and some chit chat over her latest (and if I may say greatest) fictional marvel... Oh and buckets of tea.

*sigh*

decisions decisions.... now where did I put that blo*dy copy of I,Dannicus again?

Oh and while I'm here I'd thoroughly reccommend Avril Lavigne's first album (Let Go) to ANYONE who likes a bit of Indy or Rock or just good music. The girl is FAB, and her music is both original and very very catchy...

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: Avril Lavigne - Let Go

.... is in very short supply in our house. Mum-the-megalomaniac-with-the-clipboard, is wearing a hitler-esque attitude and a perpetual grimace. Dad has opened his present of earplugs 3 days early. And I wish I was back in Essex with my portable bed-warmer. Sadly I'm condemned to a visit to the doctors followed by the bedlam that is Sainsbury's two days before Christmas, oh and then I have to pick up chairs from Jane and James. At least I might get a cup of tea and a chat with some SANE people today after all.

Anyway, as Herr Hitler has shut up for the first time in an hour, I'm going to grab my keys and make my way, commando style, to the door before the Fuhrer realises I haven't told her what I'm going to the doctors for... *grin*

Wish me luck!

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: No time for such frivolity as music....

Can't.... take any..... more.......
Pompous.... windbag.. acedemics....opinionated.....blathering...killing.....me.....
Must....escape............ ... . . . . . .
Failed....
Doomed..........DOOMED!!!!!!!!!

Essay due tomorrow, computer didn't helped one iota by crashing when saving document. Loss of 1500 words slightly more than 'irritating'.

Still at least I get to see his cuteness at the weekend... Finally some uniterrupted Laurence time. If I can drag him away from the PS2.

*sigh*

Well he had to have one fault I guess...

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: Maddonna - The Immaculate Collection

At last my beautiful machine and I are reunited... *mwah*... Euuuuw maybe I didn't clean all the Mr Sheen off the monitor after all....

After 2 long months my study is once more my own. As the smell of fresh paint fades (bloody slowly) and the discomfort of the new desk shape lessens (even more bloody slowly), I am beginning to think that my sanctuary (READ: study) has been reclaimed, and that normal service has been resumed.

Ok so I'm waffling, but you have NO idea how relieved I am that I can actually smurf the web when I want / play NWN in the comfort of my own house / just hide from the olds (and no I'm still not a geek, not even the withdrawal symptoms I've had).

Anyway I'd better keep this post short, as I'd like to phone Lau before I fall asleep, or worse HE falls asleep... Man sleeps like a bloody log, and I swear you could wake the dead more easily in the morning. Still, as heavy sleeping, punctuated by the odd stray snore, is really his only bad habit I guess I've doen pretty well for myself. In fact I guess I'll have to marry him before he changes his mind, or someone breaks his white stick!

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Dido - No Angel

It's all Laurence's fault, but today, yet again, not even the Cheshire Cat (or Britney Spears) could rival the wideness of my smile. Lol came down to see me yesterday slightly earlier than I'd anticipated - because at midnight on Monday Night some morons tried to break into the armoury next door to his flat. Hence he didn't get much sleep and so didn't go to work, and therefore turned up at mine at about 3pm.

When he went home a midnight I was almost in tears. I really really really didn't want him to go. Not like me at all, as I don't normally do the clingy thing. In fact I've been consistantly surprised by how much I DO miss him when we're apart.

Little Miss "I-don't-need-a-man-to-survive" has turned into Little Miss "*Sniff*-I-won't-see-him-for-a-whole-week-*sniff*"

How embarrassing!

Anyway, in order to work myself out of my fugue I've been making the "Wanted Posters", for the Bear's Moot, from the Passed-out-Paul Picture. Boy-oh-boy. He may NEVER forgive us. But hey, I guess we can live with that *grin*.

Current Mood: loved
Current Music: Queen - Best of Part I

My mother is currently in a state of panic. Laurence has said he *might* come round, to get the meeting with my olds over and done with (sensible man that he is), TOMORROW evening.

This means tomorrow I'll be run ragged hoovering already spotless floors, polishing brass I can already see my face in and dusting imaginary specks of dirt from places already hidden from view, just because he *might* turn up, and my mother would never allow the house to look anything other than its best.

*Sigh*

Parents. Tchah, who needs them at times like these?

Actually I'm probably more nervous than he is, knowing what the Iron Matriarch can be like. But he's already gained several 'brownie points' with Her Indoors, by facing the issue head on. Score one for our side.

On the other hand I did tell her that he had a pierced tongue and a tattoo. Funnily she found the former more acceptable than the latter as Zara Philips has one.

[MATERNALLOGICTRANSLATION]

If it's ok for the royal family it's ok for my daughters boyfriend

[/MATERNALLOGICTRANSLATION].

*Sigh*. What is she like?

Anyway I'm going to bed and wretchedly I'm still smiling so broadly that I could advertise Colgate's whitening effect from Mars without the aid of a satellite link!

Damn the man, but I'm hooked.

Current Mood: nervous
Current Music: Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive

Drat, blast, bother and a hundred other far more invective expletives. Brazil came through their Last 16 match against Belgium by a two goal margin, so it looks like its Brazil vs. England in the quarter finals after all. Its a real shame, because, like the 'underdog' Irish, the Belgian's played a fantastic 90 minutes of football against a supposedly superior side and, without doubt, could have won the match (mostly if they'd been without some bloody awful finishing and a blind-as-a-bat referees assistant).

In fact I'd just like to say ya-boo-sucks to Pele's smug commentating rear, which I hope goes to heck in a hand basket, because he was wrong when he said that Brazil would 'walk all over' the Belgians. The continental boys gave as good as they got, if not better, and yet again Brazil's success came from mostly individual efforts of brilliance and innovation. Whilst this may work, it also leaves the fate of matches in the hands of a few individuals. A single lack-lustre performance from Rivaldo in the next round, for example, could give England the victory we all so desperately want to see. Now we can only sit back and hope that our boys in red play as well in the next round as they did in the last; because if the form Ronaldo, Juninhio and, especially, Rivaldo are showing continues, they'll need to be.

So finger's crossed that 'Golden Balls and The Foot', Scholes, and Owen are all fit to start... because if they are I think we'll give the South American's one hell of a run for the bookies money.

Last 16 matches (and results so far):

http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/en/t/s/g.html

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: Baddiel, Skinner and the Lightning Seeds - Three Lions

My holdiays have officially begun today... how can I tell? Easy. I was woken up by a phone call at 9.30am when I could have slept for the entire day.

Still I'm not complaining... it was Laurence on the other end. On his way back from an early morning trip to Milton Keynes he stopped at the Services to get petrol (and probably some cancer sticks). When the girl behind the counter looked up to give him his receipt she noticed the..er.... small (translation: large) slightly red (translation: crimson) marks on his neck and burst out laughing.

Next time I will be gentler.

Or put them somewhere it doesn't show.

*evil grin*

After all.. a hickey a day, keeps the Sharons and Traceys away.

Anyway I'd best go back to my argumen^H^H^H^H^H^H^H 'discusion' with my mother about what I need to throw out before starting next year's law conversion course! I'm for binning everyhting, mother however, is erring on the side of caution and a cluttered house. Silly mare.

'Once more into the fray....'

P.S. If either of them read this I'd like to thank the ever patient Mr and Mrs L (de Nerds) for allowing me to occupy the front room (and the big screen TV) on Keith's 30 birthday, so I could watch England annihilate the Danes 3-0, on Saturday. By their unstinting kindness, refusal to grumble and general acquiescence to my (generally unreasonable) requests, they have once more shown that they wuv me. Tank oo Mummy F and Daddy K. *grin*

P.P.S. Watch out Brazil (or Belgium on the off chance) we are going to seriously prod some South American buttock. And not in the George Michael way either.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: 'Girlie Tape 2001' (Kylie, Atomic Kitten et alia)

No longer do I feel like I'm destined to share the same lonely fate as Ali McBeal...

Having gone to see he-of-the-very-nice-rear (see photo), also known as Laurence, in Essex last night (where he shares a house with his friend Con, and Con's ex, Sarah, and Sarah's 'new' guy, the very grouchy Si) I also meant one of his friend's whose name I remember only as 'furniture' - because he seems to be part of it. I'm sure someone will eventually tell me what his name is MEANT to be), I've come home one very happy girlie. Not only have I managed to find someone smart, sexy, funny, and single; I've managed to find someone smart, sexy, funny, and single who is interested in me.

OK OK I swore I would never touch another LRPer with a barge pole.... so I was a little hasty - anyone could have made the same mistake!

I'm not making any long term plans yet though. For one thing I can't marry the man, otherwise the intials with which my parents saddled me - may they feel eternally guilty for it - will change from the moderatley embarrassing LAMA to the mortifying LAMP. And for another thing I want him to meet my parents first. Many a lesser man has quailed at the thought of Christmas dinner with my crumblies, ostensibly because they're mad (lovely, but mad - that's 40 years of married life for you!). However, I have high hopes of Laurence, mostly because we've got a lot in common, including some suspiciously geeky stuff like LRP and table top role playing.

My friends, the Nerds of Nerdvana, will be laughing humungously at the irony - or stupidity - of my statement that "I'm not a geek" given as the first time I met Laurence, it was over a large amout of alcohol ... at an LRP event. Well guys from now on you can brand me what you like, but there is no way you can shift this Cheshire Cat grin from my face, not even if you told the whole world that you think I'm a geek. So there.

Anyway I'm not going to prattle on about him for too long, otherwise I'll bore you all to death. Suffice to say that, physically, he has a great smile, gorgeous eyes, a lovely body, oh and an especially cute rear view. In fact I'm going all misty eyed just thinking about it ^H^H er... him. Maybe I won't put my battery usage over this months allowance after all....

So for the sake of the ecosystem (and Richmond Council's continued decrease in toxic household waste produce) everyone better keep their fingers crossed for me this time. I know I am. This one is definitely a keeper.

Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: Madness - It must be love.

Damn, I'd forgotten that this season's Buffy had finished! Waddam I gonna do with my Wednesday nights with no Spike-in-leather to letch at? This could put my battery usage up and over the allotted budget.

Bugger.

Current Mood: depressed

Shopping is bad for your bank balance but good for your mental health.

If you're female.

I've just spent £450 in 2 hours, and I feel much better for it.

Mostly because I wasn't spending my money I was spending my mother's.

Parents... aren't they great?

*grin*

Current Mood: bouncy

At the best of times, I'm bad at 'doing mornings' - after all I'm a student. So I know footballitis must have hit me pretty hard this year, owing to the fact I was up and mostly awake by 7 am, in order to listen to the pre-England-match banter.

In the main this was an error, as I spent 30 minutes praying that somebody would shoot the increasingly dour, dull and depressing Trevor Brooking,preferably before the kick-off.

The match itself was one of the worst displays of English football I have ever seen (bar our first round performance). If it hadn't been for heroic performances from Rio Ferdinand and Danny Mills at the back, I'm pretty sure Nigeria would have scored at least twice in the first half. But so saying, aside from a single spilled shot, David Seaman never really looked troubled.

Although we did well in working the ball out of our half, we constantly failed to put decent crosses into the box, or (Paul Scholes 35 yard effort excepted) get shots on target. Even Beckham's free kicks lacked their usual pace and swerve; which given the 19 year-old Nigerian keeper's inability to cope with high balls was something of a waste.

Still a 0-0 draw sees us through to the second round, in 2nd place, to face the winners of Group A - Denmark *gulp*.

Argentina, the hot favorites *grin*, joined last years winners, France, in going out in the first round, after a 1-1 draw with Sweden in their final match.

This leaves Brazil, Italy, Germany and jolly old England as the top four to reach the semis.

So keep your fingers crossed, boys and girls, cos Sven's boys are going to kick some Danish butt on Saturday. I hope.


For results so far : http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/en/t/s/g.html

For group tables : http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/en/t/g/index.html

Current Mood: optimistic

Owowowowowowowowowow.

My head hurts.

And having read over the rubbish I was spouting last night (yes I know its hard to tell it apart from my normal tripe but *I* know) I have come to the unsurprising conclusion, that I might just have been a little drunk.

And while we're on the subject... thank goodness for spell-checkers, or it would probably have been even more incomprehensible.

I've spent this morning staring at my mothers computer screen and blank face (or should that be the other way round?) whilst attempting to explain the finer points of an 'autofilter' for Excel Data.

Not one of Excel's more complex functions, but it (or I) reduced my mother to tears after the first 30 minutes. Then I had to write a step by step guide on how to insert a row, add the filter and then use it.

No-one over 60 should be allowed near a computer until they can demonstrate that their eyesight hasn't deteriorated to the point where they can't RTFM!

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Current Mood: bitchy