THE INJUSTICE

Jurgen and Astrid... the two singers that were head and shoulders above everyone else in PopIdol tonight are NOT through to the final!!! Instead they chose two girls who were -granted- not bad, but not great either. It's unfair. I demand an occupation of the VTM headquarters! This cannot go unpunished!
Piglet, Founder of the Save Astrid&Jurgen Organisation.

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'm off
shopping in a snow-covered Bruges with Melissa today. She needs new jeans and is even pickier than me. *gulps* I may not make it back unharmed!
Crying my eyes out that no one reacts to my posts... *hint hint* Christ, i'm pathetic!

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gay marriage: the sequel

yiiiiiiiiiiihaaaaaaaaaa it's allowed!
And of course now is the time when I bring up all my arguments *against* marriage. Just out of principle. But I'm happy, out of principle.

Completely unrelated: MadScot started her own livejournal. It's addictive!

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brains

Badminton partner Jirina has a mild concussion from falling over her dog and banging her head against the wall. So no badminton for me tonight. No muscle ache tomorrow either. And for some reason my second red bull made me a lot more tired than I was before I drank it. hm.

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Gay Marriage

*piglet waves her rainbow flag about*
At this very moment the Belgian Chamber is voting for the opening of civil marriage for gay couples. Belgium is the second country in Europe (after the Netherlands) in which gay and straight couples can get married in the same institution. The only difference is that gay couples still cannot adopt. this is an old link to the bill of law.
And who said the Greens would realise nothing in this government?

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My To Do list

- Vacuum the first floor, or at least my own room

- Look for T-shirt for badminton tonight

- Stop being pissed off at the british and the americans, because that's racist, unfair and it's not entirely their fault they're governed by a bunch of greedy idiots. In one case the elections were corrupted which no one gives a shit about, and in the other they were fooled in thinking they voted for a socialist.

- Shower and shave.

- Remind Bluebird and Mr Vandamme that the shaving part applies to my legs, not any imaginary facial hair.

- Remind my feminist inner self that I shave my legs because I prefer the feeling of it, not to please our patriarchal society and because it's a jungle down there. Soon strange lifeforms might take up residence if my legs don't meet with a razor

- Realise that I am whipped by said patriarchal society anyway, but screw it...

- Count the diminishing views of my blog because "people don't want to read about my shaving"

- Sing along with the Cheeky Girls in an effort to plug them in Belgium (#touch my bum *slap slap* this is life#)

- Set the VCR for E.R.

- Curse my girlie limp wrist (copyright DD) whilst i get my ass kicked in badminton

- Forget to stretch so I can run around like a crippled war veteran for three days after two hours of badminton

- Take a look at a few articles for my thesis

- Oh that's right... i have to write a thesis this year... I tend to forget about such trivial matters

- Attempt to build a snowperson (very pc of me) with the millimetre of snow on the grass

- Eat lots and lots of chocolate

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72%

of all europeans is convinced that a war against Iraq has more to do with oil than with anything else. Meanwhile Tony and his friends are rallying support for the US of Fascism. Probably because Tony wants to feel like he's a "british emperor" again, like in the good old days when they ruled half the world.
Read a whole overview of where literally all the european countries stand on the war on the BBC News website. Every country gets its own little paragraph, which is quite something for the beeb. They probably had to look up which countries are a part of Europe again cos god knows *they* aren't. *ahem* Right at the end of it is the sentence "other countries seen as opposed to the war are Austria, Belgium and Luxembourg". LMAO. Once again our importance is shown.

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aren't drugs fabulous

whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Fine. I'm groggy from the legally prescribed drugs I'm taking. Whiiiiiiii².

Meanwhile, in honour of the end of series 1 of bloody crap QAF US on Kanaal2 (happy now bluebird?) tonight, a quote from the good original:
testosterone driven school boy (taunting the queers)"come on give us a kiss then".
testosterone driven Stuart Alan Jones "how about i give you a good fuck, ya tight little virgin ass. You won't be laughing then."
Go stuart!

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Being Scottish

Tommy (looking at the hills): Doesn't it make you proud to be Scottish?
Renton (drunk, 'clean,' and pissed off): It's shite being Scottish! We're the lowest of the low! The scum of the fucking Earth! The most wretched, miserable, servile, pathetic trash that was ever shat into civilization! Some people hate English. I don't! They're just wankers! We, on the other hand, are colonized by wankers! Can't even find a decent culture to be colonized by! We're ruled by effete arseholes! It's a shite state of affairs to be in, Tommy! And all the fresh air in the world won't make any fucking difference.
written by John Hodge; from the book by Irvine Welsh

Of course I'm not scottish. But I love this quote from my once favourite film. I'm home for the week from Uni, got a note an' all from the poison-prescribing doctor. And I can tell you right now it's incredibly boring. So what better to do than look up something incredibly clever to put on my blog?

I saw an episode of a show called Six feet under yesterday (11.15pm, Holland 3) and it's actually really good. I think it might be the beginning of yet another obsession. I spent the day looking for slash of course... . It features a very uptight so-far-in-the-closet-he-probably-thinks-his-name-is-alice bloke who takes over the funeral home of his father. yes, indeed. Of course he has a hunky boyfriend so that makes up for the alice-thing. hehe...

If anyone is interested in some good music, look for songs by Kathryn Williams. I saw her on Buzzcocks yesterday and she's amazing.

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Henman bashing

Commentator: "welcome to wimbledon 2003. On the court is Tim Henman, the real tennis virgin. Cos let's face it, he never goes all the way. Every year we set him up for winning the game, thinking he can do it. But he never can. He's the biggest sporting disappointment since Euro2000. However now he's made it into the finals. John McEnroe, what do you think has made the difference?".
McEnroe: "well his serve and volley is a lot stronger this year, also he's running a bit faster..."
Commentator: "and what about the gun?"
McEnroe: "yes the nine mm gun seems to be his secret to success"
Commentator: "Henman to serve against Agassi. Agassi returns. Henman lobs. Agassi smashes. Henman draws his gun.
*gun shot*
Commentator: "for cryin' out loud, henman's shot himself in the foot!"

(the hole in the wall gang, BBC radio7)

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Telenet
is busted for the night. At least that's what the White Bear says, but it's also possible he's hopped out to the Citadel Park tonight for some naughtiness. One never knows.

Been surfing the net all night looking for interviews with Stephen Fry. Very difficult to find unfortunately. I seem to be temporarily obsessed with the poor guy! This kinda thing happens to me from time to time... wonder if it's something menstrual. "On day one of your cycle you shall have your Tom Lanoye day, day two is reserved for Pet Shop Boys on the beach ... On and on till we reach day... 27, which is totally dedicated to Mister Stephen Fry.
Subtle way of introducing some links isn't it?

I was printing out my internship paper but have run out of print cartridge *grumblz*, I've tried to have a look at my psychopharmacology course and have discovered that the first quarter of it is all about ionic membrane passage and whatnot. *gulps* Sounds like fun!

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good morning

I'm at home, did not go to uni today. My throat is acting up again, so after coughing myself awake three times last night I finally decided to ring for my GP. Who mentioned something disgusting about slimes and colours and whatnot. And who then proceeded in prescribing me pills that will undoubtedly leave me a lot sicker than I am now. So much for my beating this infection by myself. *sniffles* i have failed dammit! I have failed!
My not getting to Ghent today means I'm bored out of my mind and had to postpone my date with Anthony yet again. He'll start thinking I don't want to see him! Of course I still don't have his birthday pressie... Suggestions for the man who has everything and is obsessed with Disney?

Christ... what is a girl to do...everyone is subtly ignoring my text messages... my eyes are drooping (have not drunk the full red bull yet). Hmm...*kicks and whines and screams* I want to *do* something.

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we have evidence!

Said Mr Colin Powell. We really really do have evidence. In fact, we've mentioned evidence since before the UN started *looking for* evidence. But you can't see it yet. No. Cos it's ours and not yours. Nananananana.

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the sound of silence

Since my last post I have acquired a new pair of sports trousers, a belly ache, a folder for uni, a lot of confusion, a few extra pounds and a taste for psychedelic Simon and Garfunkle music. hmm. All in all not a bad accomplishment.

Mum is better now. Even went out yesterday. Wahey.

My weekends tend to leave me more exhausted than my weeks these days. I "had to" go to the skating thingie today with my GLB group. Of course I don't skate (see previous posts about sports and my not doing them), so I sat myself down in the dodgy cafeteria with some friends. Where i ate a cold, bad pancake and a stale bar of chocolate (might explain the belly ache don't ya think) and saw the most marginal of marginal people ever. Quite the experience. Of course The White Bear had to boast about his skating days in his blog, but in fact joined me in said cafeteria where he had a cold, stale waffle and a cup of coffee. Very sporty.

I discovered that Nicole is in fact not de Mol but am still not convinced that Corry is, she is just too stupid. (Non-belgians, don't try to understand this, it won't make sense for you)

Apart from that, Severus Snape still rules as King of the World. Andy from PopIdol is still the biggest queen possible (and I've seen quite a few queens in my time). And George Bush is still a cowboy with Tony Blair as his lap doggie. At least some things never change.

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my mother... is going further and further away from the woman she once was.
It feels like she's no longer the mother, but the daughter... like she's 70 instead of 50. I don't know what's going on exactly but... it's not good. She's not been out of the sofa in months, safe for a few outings. And i really do mean "a few", maybe 7. Swears she's not depressed, just always "in pain". I'm pretty sure it's psychosomatic but she won't hear of it. And then she tries to hug me and I don't want it. Cos it feels uncomfortable, like i'm the one comforting her with the hug instead of the other way round. Like the hug is not about love but about ... about... i don't know... And then I pull back and a fight erupts. And my dad was here telling me how i do nothing in the house, which hurts even more cos it's so untrue.
And i need to get out of here but i've nowhere to go. No budget, no job prospect when i've graduated.. it's like living on a time bomb. I can't keep seeing my mum like this. christ, i feel like i'll be in therapy for years. *snort*

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Eeyore and the Xfacor of an Ant

Nina Deman, the "fashion" judge of Pop Idol compared the x-factor (whatever that may be) of one of their contestants to that of an ant... or a Dec for that matter.
*ahem*

Today's episode was rather fun. The opera diva is out, thank god. Though why the girl-that-only-sings-anastacia is still in the group I do not know. Ok, the girl has a great voice, but every song she sings sounds like an anastacia song. She's even got the woman's glasses... tsk tsk tsk...

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google

just saw on my statistics page that someone was directed to this blog by searching for the words
"henin-hardenne ass".

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dutch? flemish?

check out domi's pop idol put-down generator

Give them your best performance and then find out what the flemish jury thinks of your performance...

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ouch

Oh quit yer laughing you evil people. Yes, my right shoulder and arm feel like they're about to fall off and my arse hurts as well. (why *is*¨that?? It's not as if I fell on it). But at least I went out and played sports. And thus suddenly remembered something I had chosen to forget in those 5 years of sitting-on-my-arse: I suck at sports. All sports. Even badminton. I, ladies and gentlemen, am crap at all sports you could imagine.
I also noticed that I do not have a decent outfit or a decent pair of hiptrendy shoes to go out and play sports in. Now I may be a dyke but style *is* still important. I have decided that I do need a decent attire, if only to not shout out "crap player" to other people before I've so much as held a racket in my hands. So I'll be spending part of the H&M voucher I got for my birthday on a decent sporting outfit. Even if I never go play badminton again, i'll have the outfit to prove that I have once played it.

And -who knows- maybe i'll be so fond of my new outfit that I'll even go *gulps* running once in a while. Fine, so I probably won't. But you never know!

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A Miracle

The Williams sisters are through to the final of a Grand Slam!! Who'd have guessed???
*grumbles* it is SO boring...aaaaargh!
Long live the men's finals... Go André.

Anyway. An even bigger miracle is that i'm about to go and play badminton.
Me.
Sports.
Me.
Yes.
The plans are there.
The bag is packed.
Just waiting for my ride.
AND I went to uni today AND to the Evil Copycentre From Hell (tm).
Yes.
You think this is an omen for the end of the world?

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Hit me Cowboy

QAF US is starting on Ka2.
And I couldn't give a shit.
It is crap. "oh let's not harass the poor homosexuals", "oh, i'm going to the art academy, no university, no art".
Where are Stuart and Vince??

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she did it
I stayed up last night to watch the game. Yes, i feel proud of officially being a tennis freak.

And I did it as well. I'm at uni at the moment, waiting for the undoubtedly boring practical to start. But I made it here despite the pounding in my head and my usual attack of selfpity.

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Kim

Is supposed to start playing the quarter finals of the Australian Open right now...
*keeps fingers crossed*

And those bloody Williams sisters. I mean, when they started they were a blessing for women's tennis. Finally some fun, cool, black girls at the top, for starters! But now... is it possible to be too strong? They've made tennis so boring... once a player meets up with them there's a 95% chance that player is out of the tournament and the sisters play the finals. I don't care which sister wins (though I do prefer Venus... she got style sistah!), so I don't watch the finals. Anyone else have that problem?
Let's hope Justine can do something against Venus in the semis... and maybe, hopefully... Kim against Serena...

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clogs and tulips

The Netherlands are voting for a new government tomorrow. That should be about as exciting as watching paint dry!

Seriously though, I don't understand why it took so long... the cabinet had fallen somewhere in summer or autumn last year already and only now are there re-elections. Ah well. Last elections were scary with the Pim Fortuyn phenomenon. Now the Dutch seem to have noticed that his "followers" are a bunch of right-wing amateurs and they're predicted to drop from 29 seats to 6. Good riddance.
Apart from that the Dutch seem to be heading to a christian/conservative-social/progressive coalition. Never really saw the point of that... combine conservative and progressive and what do you get? Nothing. A complete standstill. Ah well. Better than the right-wing government they had I suppose....

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blmuiwhlakl

Piglet gulps down another sinutab (clears the sinuses and makes your head free of the dull throbbing ache that goes with it. Not that I've noticed much of that effect so far).
yes, kids I've skipped my second class of psychopharmacology in a row. Sounds like a complicated subject doesn't it? Ah well... i'll be a good girl from now on. Just had to finish my evil case studies. And... I think I did... I vow not to look at them again and just evaluate myself and sort out the evil contents page another day.

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translation please

It's Big Brotha baby,
Tryin to cash some major big b's,
You messing with my cheese,
and I'll switch dis right so what nigga

erm... yeah.... booyakasha... or summat
so... translation?... anyone?

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Emma and Sofie

No, i'm not currently engaged in an exciting threesome with twins Emma and Sofie. These are the fictional names I have given two of my patients at my internship, for my case studies. And boy do they get on my nerves!! Don't get me wrong, they were nice to work with, no hard feelings towards them at all. Only I'm supposed to have these systemic insights and be able to put everything they've said into a theory or a systemic concept.
Fat chance.
They've been causing me stress for weeks now and I'm pretty sure they're the cause of the voices in my head. (read all about it in my book "How Psychology Made Me Insane", available soon in a quality bookshop near you!). I don't even know why I want this paper to be "good" all of a sudden. Never really bothered me before. I feel like I'm back to my obsessive secondary school-self!

Anyway. All this to say I'm chucking them out tomorrow. I have had it, the affair is over. By tomorrow I want everything to be written down and made up. Then I can print it out and never ever look at it again.

Except perhaps for correction...

Or for lay-out...

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These voices in my head

Shhh... it's rather noisy in here.

I think I've started to go mad. I seem to be having entire conversations in my head. Started this morning, first there was the -normal, everyday- song in my head, then I started telling myself what I still had to do (too much) and then I started asking myself if i was having fun, to which i replied every time "no i'm bloody well not having fun". Those exact same words in the exact same tone of voice.
Hmmm.... Let's put it down to stress shall we?

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Arses and slash
I have been told that the word "arse" features quite a lot on this blog.
At first I'd thought I'd edit, cos -let's be fair- repetition gets on everyone's nerves.
But then I thought since this blog is about me, I would think it is also about my arse. Or about other people's arses for that matter. And there's nowt wrong with the word "arse". In fact, it's a perfectly fine bodypart and ditto word. So I'll leave it as it is.

I've been on a bus for five hours in total to watch a handball game. The things one does for love.

Slashers of the Buffy world unite! The Buffybook my friend Pet got me for my birthday proves once and for all that we're not the only ones having doubts about Spike. I quote ""My dear fellow," Lasher drawled, "one might almost think you were as struck by that Scot as the ladies were. The next thing you know, you'll be writing a poem about the fellow." The smirk on his lips left no doubt about what he was implying.

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Outing!
God... do someone a favour by showing your ugly mug in the localest of local papers (the equivalent of a gossip column, only about one town) and suddenly... you're hot news. Especially the GayLesBi YouthGroup you mentioned and would it be possible that....?
Our neighbour from across the street was just here to mention that very fact to my mum. She had however once seen me hand in hand with a shorter girl and had had her suspicions since then. Mum seems cool about it. So go Mum! And go neighbour-from-across-the-street for saying "well, if that's the way they are..."! Lol. Ah well. At least the town has something to talk about now.

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I have slytherin goddess wallpaper
Jo, aka LittleMoose, made me this fabulous slytherin goddess girl, standing in front of the slytherin crest. I've now turned it into my wallpaper. She looks just like me. Only with better hair and a skimpier skirt :o).

The White Bear is suffering from a bad day. I feel for him, it gets to me.

At last! Reaction on the "we don't quite like Bush much" front. A lot of protests against war in Iraq are taking place. We won't be listened to, but at least it's comforting to know I'm not alone in my rage. I just don't get why we should be more scared of the Iraqis than of North Korea, Saudi Arabia or the US of fucking A, who probably have the most atomic weapons of all.
This is all about oil. As usual. We all know it, they know we know it. But no-one gets off their arse. Apart from these protesters.
"War on terrorism" my arse! What has Bush done to examine *why* the US was targeted? fuck all. What have they done to make sure it doesn't happen again? Fuck all! They've made a poor country even poorer and helped the hatred grow another inch. Just as they'll do in Iraq now...

On a lighter note, apparently Mel C has lost weight and is now once again "hip and cool and trendy". I hate the weight thing. I really really really hate it.

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This feeling of sadness can come out of nowhere and just overwhelm me to the point of tears. Tiny snippets of conversation, friendly jabs that i can usually take can then cut through me... From one minute to the next my mood changes drastically and I just want to crawl in bed and be alone.

It is not nice.

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I'll never be Bob the Builder
It's a hard thing to have to admit to for a dyke...
I tried to hang up one of my three (yes three different) Winnie the pooh calendars. Needs two Big Fat Nails. And... let's just say it was a bit wobbly. So my dad just went all Butch Hammerman and saved the poor thing with two decent strikes. It's a sad, sad day for my self image.

And LittleMoose just left me on msn without explaining what a techno dyke does!! Oh she will have to pay for that...

I'm currently listening to... Stephen Gately... please, refrain from commenting. His songs are not *that* bad... #I belieeieieieieieve in looooove, it's the best of everything...# Ah well. He's Irish. Gimme a Guinness and anything will sound fabulous!

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I'm as important as the length of a cigarette
whatcha think??? Html has been used on this page... fine so bart had to explain and correct and stuff. And why does it have to be so tedious? Honestly... but I think it looks pretty...erm... not-bad for someone who's only started blogging a few days ago. Note the use of the verb "blogging"... i'm really really losing it!

I have cleaned. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the pigsty is no more. I have vacuumed, dusted and sworn, pulled and pushed and sweated. Of course now I want to take a shower mum is hogging the -freshly cleaned- bathroom.
I go mad at them for not having a social life and tonight they've decided to have one... going to my auntie's birthday party. Of course tonight is the night I need them to drive me somewhere, so now i'm pissed at them for having a life! Nah... not really... I need to get to the dubbelpunt meeting, but i'll ring around or *gulps* take the train. Anyone fancy funding driving lessons for me?

And I'll miss Pop Idol on telly tonight!!! NOOOOOO... the horror...I'll tape it, naturally, but still.... the horror! Oh, how I enjoy watching people making complete arses of themselves on telly... I never tire of it.

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Just heard on the news that UN Weapons inspectors found empty shells for chemical missiles in Iraq.

Anyone keen on taking bets when Cowboy Georgie will start his precious war? I'm going for a week from now... he needs to set up his nice little troups and spread some more propaganda before he goes ahead.
Why is no-one doing anything??

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The White Bear set up his own blog. Of course he had to choose a far better design AND actually know stuff about this kinda thing, namely html! The utter bastard!! ;o) Needless to say I'm infinitely jealous, redesigned my page and tried to scare him into teaching me this html whatever-it-is. I can't give myself a nice title *sniff*. Nor can I add interesting snippets about myself in a tiny column next to the blog entries *sniffles*. Life's bloody unfair innit!?

Meanwhile Kim Clijsters kicked some serious ass in Australia while I was at uni. Not seen it, but I doubt two love-sets are that fascinating to see. Still, go Kim!

A friend at uni asked for my uni login and password, since you don't seem to be able to work on a computer at uni without one now. I nearly freaked!! As if it was the highest secret of secrets, the one thing only shared with your lifepartner after a complex bonding ritual, preferably by some funky harry potter-druid. Does this mean I'm a nerd?

And I have pondered all night last night about the fact that I have the sex drive of a comatose 80-year old woman on sleeping tablets. Eurgh. Why don't my ovaries just wake up already and start spreading around some more hormones!

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Uni is crap. Did I not realise that when I started it five years ago??? Sure... the stuff you learn interesting enough. I don't mind studying all that much. But having to go to classes and practicals. Bleurgh. Not my thing anymore. I suppose I'm just lazy. Or I prefer being left alone and working at my own pace. Who will tell?

Mum keeps getting on my nerves. Just not making an effort to get better. I'm seriously contemplating moving out, but it all comes down to the age-old adagio of "no money". It's infuriating that she doesn't want to be helped. I'm beginning to see what I put a lot of people through when I was 16. Not nice :(

Meanwhile the belgian girls are doing well in Australia (tennis sweeties...). Henin-Hardenne beat Kournikova's barely-covered arse! 6-0, 6-1. YESSSS.

I'm helping my friend The White Bear setting up a date of the more... physical kind... for tonight. I used to think that would bother me. I mean, it does confirm all the prejudices about poofters. But I've begun to not-care about prejudice, stereotypes and normality anymore. What's normal is what's right for you. And what's right for the White Man right now is that he'd like a nice boy to spend the evening with. So i'm screening candidates with him. Cocks are not pretty. So glad i'm a dyke! :o)

Oh, and HP & the order of the phoenix will be out on June 21st! (we hope...). Wonder who JK will kill. As long as it's not my severus, or any of the malfoys (apart from Narcissa, obviously) I couldn't care less. I'd go for Ron probably... One Weasley more or less will not be noticed (oops, channeling my inner Severus here). Of course LittleMoose will kill me for saying that, but heh! I can take her... I'm a foot taller than her for one ;o). As long as Severus is ok, i don' t mind if she kills harry himself. Rename the books "Severus Snape and the Deatheater days", "Severus Snape's first years of Marriage to Mr Harry Potter" (above the age of consent, you little perverts).
Wish JK's lawyers would quit their attack on slashfiction. I just cannot see it as competition. If anything, it keeps the hype alive! I only bought the books after reading slash about HP for f*cks sake!

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Blogs are a strange thing.
Take this one for example. It took me about an hour to work out how to get back to this page, and actually write something down in my blog. Why is it called a blog by the way? Why not a ... clog or a... slog...or a... plain old log? Ah well...
Do I feel cool now? No... not as long as it's not on that page... nice and bright. Not as long as no one has commented on it. Let's try posting...

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