Quote of the Day

"Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today, it was all worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could, the pains that have burned me and scarred my soul. It was worth it for having been allowed to walk where I've walked; which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far between, through."

From a movie called Gia, starring Angelina Jolie, so says the Canadian guy I got the quote from.

Scariest. 10-year-old. EVER.

Okay, a ten year old just told me in all seriousness to stop joking around and grow up. When questioned, she declared that she was a child when she was 5 and could change when she wanted, and added that life isn't fun.

This really saddens me. I was picked on at school because I was enjoying being a child instead of pretending to be an adult. These days I'd probably be attacked for daring to be me. I played with toys until I got bored, not until they stopped being cool. I've never worn makeup because I don't like it; I don't wear current fashions unless they're comfortable. I mostly wear men's jeans and a t-shirt, because they're comfy and I like them.

Right now, I'm extremely rare. In a couple of years, I'll probably be unique. Kids are growing up too fast these days.

C'mon, a ten year old girl telling you that life isn't meant to be fun? Tell me that doesn't make you sad.

APPEAL

[This was in the Romney Marsh Herald last week and in my opinion should win a prize of some kind xD Probably won't make sense to any non-British people, though.]

"An earthquake measuring 5.8 on the Richter scale hit Folkestone on Saturday. It decimated the area, causing between £25 and £35 worth of damage.
Three areas of historic burnt-out cars were disturbed and many locals were woken before their Giros arrived!
Residents were reported to be "confused and bewildered" by something interesting happening in the town.
Tracy Sharon Smith (15) said, "My daughter Mercedes-Chardonnay came running into my bedroom crying. The two youngest, Tyler-Morgan and Victoria-Storm, slept through, I was still shaking the next morning when I was watching Trisha."
Looting, mugging and car crime were unaffected and able to continue as normal.
Workers sifting through the rubble have recovered benefit books, Argos jewellery and china ornaments from Poundland.

HOW YOU CAN HELP

Clothes such as Fila, Burberry or Kappa, any shell suits or baseball caps are needed.
Essentials such as microwave meals, baked beans, Tesco Value noodles and six-packs of Special Brew will be appreciated.
Remember, £2 will buy chips and a blue fizzy drink for a child.
£6 will buy 20 Benson & Hedges and a lighter for them to share.

PLEASE GIVE GENEROUSLY."

Collectormania!

So, the last few days were so awesome I'm still grinning. Spent most of Thursday on the train, nothing major there, spent the evening watching Indiana Jones and Due South. Friday me and Laura went up to Highbury and Islington (London, for you folks who are either clueless or not English) for a James Marsters concert. You get a lot of puzzled looks when you're in a queue of 1,200 people all waiting to get into a church - yes, a church, it's been converted and acts as a concert venue sometimes. One bright spark, when told why we were there, asked "Does he live here, then?" ...Yes, dude, he lives in a church. Really.

Recognised a few regulars from other concerts - luckily none of the scarier ones. Refreshingly, nobody seemed to be drunk. Saw a couple of nifty wolf tattoos in the crowd, too (mine's better though!) We were bright enough to bring cushions; most people weren't. Even with James Marsters singing, hard wooden pews aren't fun. The warmup act was a guy called Dan Akio - he's pretty good, sounds kinda like David Gray and has a good sense of humour. He compared us to Dawn of the Dead extras - apparently the die-harders had been hanging around local parks all day. Then someone's phone rang...
"Hello?"
"Did she actually just answer it? How rude! Bad parenting!"
Then Steve came on - he's James' manager or something official like that. He has his own little fan club of screamers. Then James, finally - amazingly he didn't break a guitar string this time, just the mic stand. Played all our favourite songs.

Afterwards we bought Red Bull at Waterloo Station. Well, we were already very hyper, and I'm pretty certain everyone thought we were drunk once we started on the RB. Got home about midnight, I think, don't really remember. It's kind of an adrenaline-fuelled blur.

Saturday was mostly a music exchange and more Due South. It was Laura's mum's birthday so we went to a really nice restaurant for dinner, then passed out in front of the TV with glasses of Cointreau.

And Sunday was Collectormania. For those poor souls who don't know, Collectormania is a big sci-fi/fantasy/horror convention. Man, was it fun. Bought lots of pretty things - photos, T-shirts, a nifty werewolf candle holder thing. Could have spent a lot more. Oh, one other thing - I now own a signed photo of me being hugged by James Marsters. Yes. Really. It still hasn't quite sunk in.

Then a talk in the evening by James, a Q&A session which was pretty fun. Steve basically insinuated that James was gay, which was damned amusing. The fans' questions were pretty diverse - ranging pretty much from smut to philosophy. Very long day, though, eight thirty a.m. to ten thirty p.m.

Then another day of thrilling train rides, and I'm here talking about one of the best weekends of my life. Seriously, it was amazing. Okay, so I came home to damp depressing weather and the knowledge that I have a tutorial tomorrow (which I don't intend going to; one, I'm too tired, and two, I just can't be bothered) but I don't care. I haven't felt this good in a long time. Needless to say, the first person to ruin my mood is going to pay in blood, but for now I think I'll go stroke my new possessions and grin. And maybe contact a few people and rub their noses in what they missed.