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So, it's pretty much Autumn now, right? Yay! Autumn means cool weather, pretty colours, warm snuggly clothes and nommy comforting food. Autumn always makes me feel pretty nostalgic, though I'm not sure why. I've been listening to a lot of "old" music recently, thinking of good times, of friendships lost. It's not getting me down or anything, there's not any hard feelings involved, it's just sometimes we lose touch with people. I'm normally terrible at keeping in touch, but I've done everything I can in this case, it's just not been reciprocated. This person was like family to me, and I just really want to be involved in their life, for the good bits and the bad. I guess even platonic love sucks, ha. Ok, so it is making me a bit sad. I'm fine really though. It makes me want to keep the friends I have now closer. I see my friends as an extended family, and I should show them how much they mean to me. They rock my socks.

I went to visit my lovely friend in Canterbury last week, and it was awesome. We were so busy either rabbiting or sleeping that I didn't actually get to go inside the Cathedral, or to the seaside. Which was a bit of a shame, but it was nice just to have a change of scenery. And I got to spend a few hours on the train, which I find strangeley enjoyable. Hopefully I'll get a chance to go down again sometime before Xmas. Apparently there's a nice German style market that goes on, with big sausages and mulled wine and everything. How good does that sound, huh? The rest of my holiday was spent doing...very little, really. Apart from going to The Room screening, but I think I already rambled about that. You should see it, if you haven't already. It's awesome...ly bad. Oh, and I went to the MCM Cosplay Roadshow in Cheshunt. It was mostly sugar fuelled teens being silly, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I got to play Dance Dance Revolution for the first time, and although I sucked at it and looked a complete fool, I enjoyed it immensely. I now want to get a copy for the Wii, and look like a fool in the comfort of my living room. DDR party anyone? :D And now I'm back at work. Not much to say about that really. It's my day off today, and I'm attempting to do some productive crafty things, but I'm getting frustrated with myself for not getting things right first time. I realised how silly I was being, so I took a break, and here I am. I think I've pretty much run out of things to talk about now. 11 days until Mike comes home. I hope he's ok, haven't heard much from him recently.
But let's end on a high note. I've become (re)obsessed with Ralph Wiggum. And this song is made of pure win.

I headed into the West End yesterday evening, spoon earrings in my lobes, plastic teaspoons to hand, to watch The Room on the big screen. It was immensely fun. My nerves kicked in on the way there. My friend was unable to come at the last minute, and I've never seen a movie on my own at a regular screening at a local cinema. So heading into town on my own for something that requires participation? Scary stuff! Until I realised I was being completely stupid. So what if I'd never been there before, so what that I'd be sitting by myself, who cares? Everyone there would be there for the same reason; to shout at the characters, quote the lines, "storm out" in protest and throw plastic spoons. And that we all did. It was fantastic, I felt a strange sense of community.
The only disappointment was not being able to go for drinks afterwards with the other Roomies (I don't know if that's the official name, but it's what I'm using.) The host had said there would be drinks at a pub afterwards, but by the time I made it outside there was no indication of anything happening. I guess I missed it? Maybe next time. So I headed home feeling great. I sang Happy Birthday to and high fived a random girl on the escalator at Leicester Square, I smiled at other random strangers and they smiled back. Maybe they thought I was mad, or high, but who the hell cares? Not me, I felt great. And for my tea on the way home I had a pack of paprika flavour crisps. I hadn't had them in years, they were delicious and made me a bit nostalgic, in a good way.

The plan is to make these screenings a monthly event, and the next one is planned for 3rd of October. If you're able to make it, I highly recommend it. I suggest buying tickets in advance, there were some disappointed people being turned away yesterday. Tickets should go on sale here in the next few days. Keep checking!

Yesterday was fun. Good company, good food, plenty of lipstick, a creepy horror movie child, accidently pulling the handle off the back door and getting locked out at 3am whilst rather drunk, and walking through Enfield Town with no shoes on. Good times!

I got stuck in traffic on the way home. Not sure what was up with that. Then half way to Enfield the driver decided to kick us all off. When I was waiting for the next bus, a wasp landed on my boob. Pretty much over the nipple. Fortunately, I don't spaz much over these things now, and I managed to calmly nudge the wasp onto a lamp post. It earned me a few bewildered looks, unsurprisingly. It's not every day you see someone rubbing one of their boobs against a lamp post.

Fair warning: this post is about the "c word" and it's use. It's not censored out after the cut. Perhaps you don't like and/or are offended by it. Perhaps you should read anyway, and think about why you don't like it. The main body of the post is actually a comment I posted on another journal. It summed up my views perfectly, and since that doesn't happen very often with me, I decided to repost it here.
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So, Mike and I went to see Bruno last night. It's the second film I've ever walked out of (we left during the swinger's party scene. I'm no prude, but that made me uncomfortable.) My advice is don't bother. It was all for shock, and 99% of the "humor" is at the level of a rather stupid 13 year old boy, i.e. "gay, gay, penis, gay, boobies, gay, bum, gay." Shame, because Borat was actually funny, it didn't rely purely on the shocks. You could get the same experience online for free.

Is it Autumn yet? I've gone into this mood where I want to stay in wearing my pjs and fluffy socks with tea. It's an Autumn evening mood, but a tad too early. I just sort of want to be on my own a bit. I'm not depressed or even sad, I just feel like snuggling up and resting. Oh wells, I'm sure it'll pass. I'm trying not to give in to it too much, so I've been cleaning the house today. Ceiling Cat knows it needs it. I've evicted so many spiders and dust bunnies, and I've only tackled the kitchen so far. I think I'll be doing laundry constantly for the next week just to catch up. Oh well, that'll teach me to be lazy. And Mike is taking me to see Bruno tonight, so that'll be nice.

Work has picked up a little. I think because I remind myself constantly that it's a means to an end. That, and I don't get paid enough to stress.
That's about it, really. Got some craft projects lined up, just need to actually focus on them and get them done. After work tomorrow, I think.

My neighbours have got a pool in their back garden. Their little boy was just shouting "Eugh, I've got piss in my ear. There's piss in my ear!" Lovely.