February 11th, 2003

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therapists may form an orderly queue and wait to be seen.

right, so i finally got around to scanning the signatures in the programme - namely me'sha bryan, gabriella khan, graham mcduff and, of course, jeremy finch.

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that's more or less it for this entry... i was going to do one when i got back but i forgot... i was having an inner complain over the fact that all shops with names ending in 's' tend to miss out the possessive apostrophe. i mean, surely debenhams must have been started by a mister debenham? so it should have an apostophe? ditto marks and spencers... and pretty much all of them. i think sainsbury's is about the only one that manages it.

and pronuptia had the most gorgeous wedding dress in their window - crimson satin with gold trim. and three grannies standing outside who were either complaining about the lack of tradition or going "oooooh" along with everyone else ;)

and i should be phoning most of those numbers i found for people who want bar staff, except i imagine none of them are in now...

and i don't wanna go to choir tonight. tired, dammit...
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remind me not to get into arguments with people as opinionated as me...

argument about last night's 'farscape' on the board for your enjoyment...

and i still keep remembering saturday night, random things i'd forgotten about... like the fact that he remembered my name - it was in the letter, obviously - and little things which it's probably not so healthy for me to dwell on. not to mention the little things i'm annoyed i didn't remember to take notice of - like working out how tall he is, or what colour his eyes are (that is annoying me; i'm pretty sure that faith's are green and i managed to use it in the fic, so knowing jeremy's would help a lot. artistic curiosity. [ha, that excuse'll get old fast...] and infatuated-fangirl curiosity...) and all the things i meant to ask but didn't because my brain wouldn't engage. and that moment when i spotted him across the room and got this really bizarre feeling, like i was about to face my goddamn destiny or something. i'm crazy; this much i've figured out. god...

and incidentally, if i find out said eyes are green, i'll be a goner for sure...
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i'm getting that feeling again.

that feeling like i'm going to fall out with every-sodding-body i know, for one reason or another, over completely pointless things, and probably beyond my control. i spent the entire morning having a ranting match with someone on the farscape bbc board, when normally i would have stepped back and let it fly. i feel like just picking fights with people, just shouting "what's your goddamn problem?!" just so i can clear the air.

tensions are rife over "farscape" now there's only however many episodes left to go. four? something hideous like that. tensions are even further fraught over the fact that the beeb are showing two episodes a week as of next week, and they believe this to be good scheduling...

hence, everyone i know through "farscape" is getting pissed off, (rightly so) and it's making me pissed off even more than i am already about everyone taking it out on each other at every available opportunity. last week was frelling hellish, with one thing or another - saturday night, for two hours during "little shop" and those ten minutes of rambling conversation/gush with y-k-w were the high point of the year so far. for the former, i was just completely relaxed (until the last ten minutes or so, at which point my nerves kicked in again) and i realised, not for the first time, that i'm only ever completely, utterly happy when i'm sitting at a show (depending on whether or not my "iwannabeinamusical" hormone is active or not...) because i adore the genre, and i admire the people who perform in it even though i could never aspire to their standards. i'm humbled, but euphoric.

on a semi-related note, my body completely is not strong enough to cope with the demands my emotions put on it, as proven by my collapsing after meeting him...

i have a proposal to make.

everyone who is angry, for whatever reason - here is your chance to vent. comment on this post. rant at me, rant at the world, rant at yourself, whatever. if you rant at me, especially, feel free to bitch, because if anyone's angry with me i'd appreciate knowing why instead of wondering, constantly, what i've done wrong. i put it to you all: "what is your problem?"

i can't promise not to pass judgement, because right now i'm feeling too opinionated for my own good, but i will promise not to rant back unless i'm agreeing with you.

bring it on.