I have that right now. Except, I really don't want to get a life, because I know that in about six days I'm going to have one thrust upon me!

A LIFE OF BOOZE, POVERTY AND PRETENSION! I'LL BE AN ART STUDENT!

oh man, Self- what if the other kids don't like me there??
What if the bigger kids pick on me!?

Good lord, the punctuation abuse in this post...

Just thought I ought to say, Self, that chapter 1 of my League fic is 10,096 words.

That's pretty sweet right?

It's just practice for nano, though.

And my painting of Bernice is just to keep my skills sharp.

....

CHRISTMAS HAS COME
 

CHRISTMAS HAS COME

THAT'S RIGHT

SPECULATIVE CHRISTMAS HAS COME

Although I got so little sleep last night that I'll probably fall asleep during the fucking thing.

I'm wearing purple lipstick. I WILL COMMAND SO MUCH ATTENTION.

Anyway, I need to calm down now or I will have a heart attack or something just as silly.

Self, as I'm sure you well know, I recently bought Mark Gatiss's book 'The Vesivius Club'. Which was awesome, by the way. But anyway, it had a post-it note stuck to the first page of the penultimate chapter. I could make no sense of it, but I thought it was pretty neat.

Also, some time last week, I bought myself a copy of TLOGABY. It came in its little padded envelope and it had 'Hello Dave?' written on it.
I thought that was pretty awesome. The fact that there are people out there that are as obsessive over things as I am gives me a little thrill.

But anyway, the point is, I just bought a copy of 'The Devil in Amber' and I found myself trying to find the second hand seller that I thought was most likely to give me a little extra (whether they meant to or not).

WILL I GET A LITTLE SNAPSHOT OF SOMEONE ELSE'S LIFE?
We can only wait and see.

Hi Self, how are things?

I still cannot type properly with this long keyboard.

Anyway, Self, don't answer, because you are me and I am pretty damn great. We are one and the same. You need to get a grip, Sunshine.

So, Christmas did come! I got ticket's to Reece's Haunted House! Oh maaaan, I'm going to be on the radio! WHAT SHALL I WEAR?! And why is Mark Gatiss going, I would have thought that he was far more in to scifi than horror. Of course, I am not complaining.
I'm having dreams about it. Yes, I'm THAT excited.

Oh yeah, A Levels. I did good.

Also, Self, why does nobody like Weeds?

I'm too excited to sleep. Self, it feels like christmas. A fucking uncertain christmas.

Also, Self, I get really scared whenever I see dinosaur digs on the TV, because one day they're going to DIG EVERYTHING UP!
And then we'll have finished dinosaurs!

Self, you're the only one I can gush to about League and any fan-based endeavours of mine, so here are the previously mentioned paintings:
 

Also, I've just realised I'm one of those people with loads of moles everywhere.
 

I've always thought those people were sort of gross.

That sure fucking showed me, didn't it?

Self, I know that you know this because you and me are one and the same, but I've written League femmeslash.

I'd like to take this moment to both apologise profusely, and gloat and say that I DON'T REGRET IT

Now I just have to find somebody who appreciates this kind of thing. Although, to be honest, I'm really not sure why I myself appreciate this kind of thing.

We soldier ever onwards.

...No, not really. I did once though, and I wrote it all down in a Word doc. somewhere.

Okay self, this is what I have been doing (besides failing to write in journals):

*Painted me
*Painted Psychoville's Maureen
*In a fit of obsession began painting The League's Pauline
*Then I wrote fic for her because I obviously have some kind of problem with my SANITY. I'll probably post that to rarepairs (I paired her with Ross. Obviously.)

Anyway, it's exam results in ten days. I'm shitting enough building materials to make a scale replica of the Sydney Opera House. 

So, Self, yesterday I found out that Monsters, inc. fanfic exists. Also that the majority is about Randal, and he gets dipped in a giant bucket of MULTI PURPOSE ANGST
Because this is ridiculous and strange, I made myself five pots of tea (earl grey) and read all of it. It's so dumb and wrong. I want to join in.

Other fanfic that is dumb and wrong:
*Of Mice and Men
*Alladdin angst
                 (“You are so fat and ugly. That’s why nobody likes you, not because you tried to kill Aladdin many times, and take over the Sultan’s kingdom by forcing his daughter into marriage. It’s all because you’re fat and ugly. You have no looks whatsoever,” the voice told him.
“I know I’m just a failure. I’m never going to make it,” Jafar sighed.)
*MCR incestfics (also, this is awesome)
*Bible anything   
                 (Judas sang it under his breath as he strode through the halls of Heaven. “You, you, you are, you, you, you are, womanizer, womanizer, womanizer, womanizer…”
He trailed off as St. Theresa gave him one of her looks.)

Alright so. Self, remind me never to paint curly wigs that I don't actually know the colour of and have to use three references to paint semi-decently.
No, nevermind, I won't listen.

I'm going to call this work, but I'm not sure if that's an accurate description.

No, no, I was talking about books, right? So I'm reading Harpo Speaks, and it genuinely kicks ass- I totally forgot what I was going to say while trying to think up a witticism. Wait. Probably that it's awesome but I find it strange that NO THAT'S IT, my finding it asskickingly awesome is maybe because I'm fucking hooked on the Marx Brothers. Okay, no, I find it strange at how very few anecdotes there are about Harpo chasing tail. Because I know he must have. I bet he chased more tail than a dog on crack, but there are so far only two mentions of girls and they both ended in a punch-line. Only one was funny. I figure it must have something to do with his wife, and I guess that's fine, but you can be sure I'm going to read a couple of Groucho's books to get the inside scoop.

What else am I thinking about? Uhh, need to finish that shit-bitch of a painting tomorrow.