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My cousin just called CE my boyfriend. That cracked me up. I've got three big photographs of him that I bought at London Comic Con hanging around my room, so that's the reason for the comment. That and I keep forgetting that Doctor Who is on every Sunday in some channel.

If I ever express the determination to get a PhD, punch me. God, writing a thesis sucks. Would someone please explain to me what the hell is the sodding point of changing a period in the bibliography into a coma in the footnote? Why is this asinine punctuation so important? It's not like it's grammatically relevant. It doesn't give the reader any more or less information about the source. It's one of the most pointless things I've ever seen in my life and yet you get marks off if you get it wrong. *crawls into a hole and cries* I hate this thing. It's a good thing I actually care about the subject.

I really hope no one gets me clothes for my birthday. No one in my family seems to have any sense about the clothes I like. And yet despite pointing out every time they see me that I've lost weight even when I've gained weight (I don't know), somehow what they get me is always two sizes too big. Yet I can't seem to find the polite way of telling them not to buy me clothes. Please. Do not buy me clothes. On a good full day of shopping, I might get two shirts. That's how picky I am (of course, I often find more shirts I like than just two, but they're a bit out of my price range; another reason why I need to be mom and make my own clothes already).

I want to make icons. Unfortunately, I can't justify the time. Damn.

I hear over in ecclescult that CE shows up in a scene with a waistcoat (ETA: in GI Joe; me brain dead). I think I melted in my chair a bit.

I bought a biography of the fourth Duke of Norfolk, i. e. the guy CE played in Elizabeth. It wasn't that expensive. Just 9 pounds. That’s a pretty fantastic deal for an out of print history book, the average price of which seems to be $30 if you don't care for it that much or $50 and above if you do. Not that I have a very high opinion of this guy since you really can't get any stupider than conspiring behind the Queen's back, getting caught, not getting executed only because for some reason the Queen didn't want to kill you, then going right back into the conspiracy when it was so obvious that you were going to get caught again and this time no excuse was going to keep the axe from your neck. *shakes head* Complete idiocy.

I'm going to go watch something simple now because my brain is mush. And I only wrote 550 words. Which is cool. I'm on schedule. But my brain shouldn't hurt this much.

When did it become August? Seriously. It's way too early for it to be August. This is what happens when you spend an entire month not keeping time except for every rare occasions. It's July for me, man. My birthday can't be in two weeks. And GI Joe comes out this weekend? I was thinking I had another month to avoid admitting to the cashier at the theatre that I'm willing to pay actual money to see this (which I'm actually not, but there's this lovely CE picture next to me that keeps reminding me of the good things). Maybe I can manage to see it with my cousins so I can at least pretend that I'm being dragged to see it rather than going out of my own free will. I really cannot picture myself saying "one for GI Joe". I mean... it's GI Joe. I hate GI Joe. I always have. Every time an advert came on the TV when I was little I rolled my eyes. When I heard there was a movie coming out about it, I scoffed and said, "hell no I'm not watching that dreck." Then what happens? CE is in it. *head desk so hard* Then again, he's also (along with Ian McShane, who I really like) in Dark is Rising or something like that and I'm not watching that. Why did it have to be GI Joe? I wouldn't feel bad about watching Transformers 2. I'm neutral on that. And why does this seem like such a huge problem when I have a dissertation to write? I need to get some perspective. Although in my defense, this is $5 to $8 of my money that's on the line. I could buy a book with that. Or a hat. Or... I don't know. Shampoo. I just don't want to give the studios money for another lame movie.

*grumpy face*

Never mind. I'm off to make Norfolk screencaps. Well, I'm off to finish the sources section of my thesis and then I'm doing Norfolk screencaps. Okay, I should post some pictures of Scotland before that, but Norfolk screencaps will happen at some point. Probably next month. Which for me will be August.

Despite Stuff That Must Be Done TM, I've spent the last ten minutes perusing through Despair.com's archives. For those of you who have never gone there, you should. It's absolutely hilarious. Just hilarious. You know those motivational posters offices like to put on their walls? Well, these guys make the opposite: Demotivators. And they're horrible. But they're so true. And I can't stop looking at them.

( A couple of examples )

And just because this is on my Photobucket account and I feel like it,(  here's some gratuitous CE )

I just saw it on my flist. I have to keep better track of these things. Anyway, happy birthday Chris, wherever you are! Now I feel obligated to watch a CE movie/show. I have to.

ETA: I just noticed that the Heroes people kept CE's birth year and month for Claude's birthday, but changed the day by two weeks. Huh.

Okay, not really (I wish. So much. Though that whole Third Testament thing would be troublesome). I got the The Second Coming DVD today! But I can't touch it until I finish this essays. Only 400 words left, though. I would, should, have finished days ago, but those damn House marathons kept distracting me.

I'm almost done with my fic for the Plaude Rewatch . I wanted to finish it today, but apparently my neighbor decided that he's a rock star or something, except that he's not playing rock, unfortunately enough, but something unhearable that is actually making me dizzy. You'd think that he'd at least bother to play something tropical. Considering that it's New Year's Eve and all and no one plays anything non-Caribbean for the holidays around here. Even the incidence of Reggeaton dimiinishes at parties. It just isn't Christmasy. They've been at this since 11:30. I was gone for three hours, but it's now 7:57. My ears are going to start bleeding any minute now. I'm playing the King Arthur soundtrack to try to drown them out, but it's not working right.

ETA: Oops, I forgot (why do I always do that?). Happy New Year!