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... and there's still so much to do!

Yesterday my mother and I went to Ikea and it wasn't as bad as I initially thought it would be. As some of you know, my mother and I tend to, uh, butt heads at times, but this was smooth sailing and we while we didn't whole heartedly agree on everything, we got what I wanted, seeing as it's my furniture.

The place is big and I'll most likely get a flatmate once I've settled in and made myself at home. But I do need some alone time. I'm just glad to finally get out of here after two years of living back at home.

It took a long time to get here and I probably should have gotten off my tuches and moved long ago, but inertia and uncertainty and anxiety stop me from doing many things when it comes to improving my quality of life.

Not to mention my laziness. I'm so very lazy, it's not even funny.

I'll be honest, I'm glad I'll be in my own place before I'm 30. I know it's an artificial milestone, but for fuck's sake, I'm going to be 30 in 2015 and it's not that far away; time is flying.

Meanwhile I need to start properly planning for my vacation, get the Internet hooked up in the flat so I don't have to deal with that with the whole move, get the bills organised and gah...

All the grown up stuff I've put on hold for two years.

At this point I just need my Hawaii Five-0 holiday.
eumelia: (oy vey)
I know.

I don't even know what I have to say. All my little thoughts are scattered throughout the day on twitter, sitting on my ass and actually writing something coherent is kinda overwhelming.

So what's the what?

I'm still at my all-damn-day-job. Which pretty much my life, eating up my time and brain.

I got promoted! In this job I've been at for nearly two years, I didn't think I had the ambition or the guts to actually try to climb the corporate latter, but here I am.

Still living at home.

I've made friends and lost some friends over the past few months. I need to clean up this place a little, cobwebs everywhere, icons that don't reflect my life or my interests, bios that are two years out of date.

Everything is strange.

I feel strange.

But I'm here.
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2013 has been my leanest year by far when it comes to writing here, the reasons are multifaceted and strange, but they the main one is that I have been sucked into the world of micro-blogging.

It may surprise you to hear, but I do very well on twitter (the link to it is on the upper left corner there). The content is pretty exactly the same there and it was here - feminism, fandom, queeriosity, politics, etc.

But friends, I have over 400 followers. That's not as many as some, I don't think my influence is that great - pah! Look at my ego go - but people like what I have to say, this is amazing to me at times.

I suspect that if I could have DW/LJ open at the office (and I sort of can, in a way, now that I think about it) I'd blog more. You see, I work 9 hours a day, 5 days a week (sometimes weekends) and I really love my job, but it doesn't really give me time to write long form. Texting quickly is where it's at and with my job, being connected to social media actually helps, so getting lost in the friends list may not be wise - but it might help my sanity? Who knows, I'm not sure.

I'm still living with my parents, 2013 was the year in which I did not move out, basically.

One thing that keeps me happy is fandom. I'm still watching "Hawaii Five-0" despite feeling like it reached it's peak in episode 3.15 and then took a nosedive to a place I sometimes find myself thinking "what the fuck am I watching?", but Scott Caan, Danny and his relationships with the team keep me going and keep me inspired, so I'm not giving up yet.

It has made me a bit lonely, though. Not being a multi-shipper (the little sparks of Danny/Kono and Danny/Mary and Danny/Almost-anyone-let's-face-it notwithstanding) I find myself a bit estranged from some of the fandom friends I've made when I realised that the majority of the McDanno fans aren't what I'd call home.

I feel very torn and pulled, floating along with the very few with whom I can gush and lose my head with and the fact that the rest of time I feel policed and annoyed.

Them's the breaks, I guess. I'm hoping the upcoming episodes uplift me a bit, knowing a few of the spoilers help when they don't make me fucking anxious because I trust Peter Lenkov et al about as much I trust the piece of Lego I stepped on.

I do hope to get back to writing long form, again.

That's what the arbitrary changing of dates is for, right?

See you on the flipside.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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