Adventures of the Anonymous Blueberry Muffin Thief

There's something about the Gladiator soundtrack that always makes me somewhat melancholy. It doesn't help that I'm not feeling great at the moment anyway. The stuff with the house is really starting to get to me, and there was some shit at the weekend that has left me with a fairly bitter taste in my mouth.

I should really eat something, but it's a choice of healthy full of seeds bread or fishfingers. And I have no idea what we're having for dinner.

Or something. I don't know. Today has been a day of painkillers and laundry. That is just how rock and roll I am.

Apparently when I go camping I become some kind of bug magnet. At Faded Glory it was the earwigs, and at Odyssey it was the spiders in the tent (and the earwigs that had survived). It just reinforces the fact that I fucking hate tents.

I did go to Odyssey. Initially I was just going to drop Dave off (I woke up on thursday in one of the foulest moods I've been in for a while) but then I actually met people, and everyone was lovely, and so I stayed. What kit I had hastily thrown together was supplemented by several different sets of borrowed armour and weapons, and I had an amazing time.
It did however lead to some truly horrific sunburn. I've reached the point where my arms, legs and face don't really burn anymore, they have enough sun exposure that I'm normally fine. However, the tunic I'd made had a bit of a weird (read: fucked) neckline, and I had to wear it low at the back to avoid flashing everyone, which means that most of my upper back is now bright red. Including parts of the lizards. But not the nice cross where the straps for one of the sets of armour sat. Needless to say I've been piling on the aftersun and not leaning back against things.

Anyway, thankfully my body decided to hold together and hold off on various hilarities until the weekend was over, but today I have suffered. I've also done two loads of clothes washing, washed both my big blankets (which each had to go in separately) and my sleeping bag (which is still wet, and currently dripping over the kitchen floor).
Tomorrow I need to hope that the sleeping bag is dry, finish arguing with the tent (dad and I put it up in the garden to remove the bugs/their remains) and then take stuff to the storage locker (although that might have to wait until wednesday, as I need a hand taking the tent down). I also need to sort out some money things, tidy my room up a bit and maybe finish my book (Kay bought me a cool lizardy bookmark that's all 3D and lizardy, because I like lizards and I like books (I did point out that at least it's a relatively cheap and harmless addiction)).
Oh yeah, and write an adventure for this weekend. Oops.

But for now, sleep. On my front so as to not aggravate this sunburn any more.

but that's going to come later, because my brain is ridiculous (and not always in the good way)

( Contains vague spoilers for a minor character in The Bonehunters, and me waffling about alcoholism and why I find it really hard to read )

I have no idea where that came from, or why. This is one of those posts that I'm sure would have made the gobshites I used to live have a screaming fit and tell me that it's not all about me. I know it's not all about me, but these things still hurt sometimes, and still make me feel fucking weird.

Book post shortly. I'm fine, book did not break me (at least not with this character) but I am still going slowly insane from being stuck in the sticks on my own.

So a couple of days ago, I bought a dress, because I thought that I might have need for such a thing. It was a pretty dress, although dubious on its sizing, because I resent being told that I'm an extra large when I waver between a 14 and 16. But whatever.
I paid extra for it to turn up on time, and thankfully, it did. It showed up yesterday (irritatingly, while I was at the cinema, and we shall be thankful that this is a nice quiet village and that the front door is actually at the back of the house, because the package was left on the doorstep).
Anyway, I get home and open the package, and lo and behold, completely the wrong thing. Where I had ordered a black and red halterneck, this was a red and white strappy/strapless/halterneck thing, and while a nice dress, was the wrong colour for me, and not what I ordered. Cue a panic. Cue me trying to get hold of the people I bought it from, to no avail until lunchtime today.

So to cut a long story short, I have ended up buying the same dress twice (although one of those payments will be refunded) and it still may not turn up on time.

And this, kids, is why it pays to plan ahead.

And if it doesn't fit (I have concerns about my boobs and the chest of the dress) I will have something to slim down a bit into (I could do with toning up, not losing weight, just turning the podge into muscle) which will be an incentive.

So wrong dress is now winging its way home, new dress is in the process of being dispatched, and I am crossing every digit possible that it turns up.

In better news, I finally got round to seeing Green Lantern yesterday, and ok, it wasn't the best film in the whole world, but I still spent most of it making heart eyes at it, and it's probably a good thing I didn't go with Dave, as I was a very squee-y fangirl throughout.
I was also one third of the audience, the other two thirds of which I think may have been hobos sleeping. I'm not sure.
I still hate Hal Jordan though.

I am now moved into the father's place. It's weird. Right now I'm sitting in their living room; him and Kay are both at work, and there's the odd car going past, but most of what I can hear is the multitude of birds cheeping and singing. There are gold finches in the creepers outside the window, and swallows out the back, as well as all the stuff I'm used to at home, although fewer crows and wood pigeons. There are chicken and sheep in the field at the bottom of the garden, and over the road there are fields with more sheep and horses, and it's so bloody quiet. There's also a wasp nest in the roof above my room, which is doing my head in already (I hate wasps with a passion).

Currently I'm waiting for iTunes to finish processing all my music onto Nene. The one good thing about being here is that they have a shower, which is awesome. Home has only ever had a bath (which is one of the things that is being fixed during the work, I will have a shower).

I'm glad I can drive now though, as I really am out in the sticks here. No buses unless I walk a couple of villages over, and it is a bit of a trek to get to Northampton on foot from here, although I might try it one day, just to see.

The weekend was hectic; saturday was spent packing and then over to dave's for his birthday, and then sunday was LARPing. I have been bitten to hell by the bug population, to the extent that my forehead is just a mess of bites (totally normal, they seem to go for my forehead as it's usually one of the few bits uncovered) and I have one on my thigh that had swollen to a good three inches round (again, while it's never happened to me, mum was prone to reactions like that, and she was also always being bitten by things).

I'm watching the hoohah over some bloke buying up fan archives to make a profit and frowning. Fandom is amazingly closed ranks, and while yes, I can see that to an outsider, it may look like a cash opportunity, surely the people on the fannish side would have the sense to understand that fandom does not take kindly to that sort of thing?

Hmm, I've been up two hours already. If this trend continues (and it probably will, if only to avoid accusations of laziness) then it's going to be a long couple of months.

We popped round to the house yesterday (I'd left my calendar on the wall, and there were a couple of boxes of food that needed to be picked up) and the builders had already had all the cabinets and stuff off the walls of the kitchen, the sink was still in, but all the plaster had been stripped back to the brickwork, and in the bathroom, one of the walls had been completely stripped, and the airing cupboard was half dismantled. I have no idea what state the outhouse was in, but with the plaster gone, it was obvious how badly the back wall needs work doing to it.

And now I think for more tea, then it will be a bit of pootling about, then off to MK for LARP plotting and Unknown Armies this evening.

Dad came and took the first lot of boxes away yesterday. 1 box of DVDs, 2 of kitchen stuff, 1 of cookery books, 1 of his and 5 of my books. I didn't realise I had quite that many books (I kept finding more as I was packing) and the boxes probably should have been packed a little more sparsely, as they were fucking heavy. The bookshelves have also gone to the locker.
I'm now surrounded by piles of books and DVDs that I'm trying to get rid of.
So far one whole thing has sold on eBay.

I watched the first episode of Game of Thrones yesterday. It was, something. I'm not sure if I really like it or not yet. I didn't realise who Jon was until I looked him up afterwards, I thought he was just some bod. Theon does not look like Theon in my head.
I am hugely unimpressed with Lena Heady, which is shocking, as she's one of my favourite actresses, she also looks terrible blonde. On the flip side, the girl they've got playing Dany is pretty good, and the girl playing Sansa is almost exactly as I pictured her.

I woke up this morning and thought to myself, "hmmm, what day is it today?... it's plastic". I don't think I'm really going to rise above that all that much.

I baked yesterday, mostly out of boredom, and also because I'm trying to empty the cupboards. I made Banana and nectarine muffins (which have a bit too much almond essence in them, and not enough nectarine flavour), and mocha brownies (which are incredibly rich, have walnuts rather than pecan because nowhere had pecans, and go excellently with strawberry icecream). Today I may make double chocolate muffins (I have a lot of cooking chocolate that needs using).

I need to get on with listing all of these bloody books up on Green Metropolis (and the list for friends and what not), start shifting all my writing from Pharangese to Nene and pack LARP kit for the weekend. And go in to town and run some errands, sort my eyebrows out and at some point, pick the car up from dad (I have a nasty feeling this will involve a ride to his place on the motorbike, do not want). And maybe do more packing.

This had all better be bloody worth it.

So I am alive. This is an awesome thing. Sort of. I've busted my right shoulder, which is irritating (and by busted, I mean pulled a muscle or something, and it just aches all the time) especially because it's worse when I sleep in the same bed as Dave.

I saw Thor, and deemed it to be good. Possibly I wasn't supposed to find Loki more attractive than Thor, but the internet reliably informs me that I am not on my own in that.
I've yet to see X-men (Dave went to see it without me :() or Green Lantern. The reviews for Green Lantern scare me, because I love Green Lantern (although I don't like Hal, Guy Gardner is my lantern (apart from when Kyle is)) and I don't want it to be bad.

I see to have fallen back into comics. Sort of. I've finally finished Civil War, I'm slogging through Secret Invasion and Blackest Night at the moment, and I've just read all of The Losers.

The big news at the moment with me though is the fact that I'm currently packing up the ENTIRE house into a storage locker so I can have a new bathroom and kitchen fitted, and new electrics wired in. It's awful. I have too much stuff, not enough boxes (and dad is charging me for every extra box I need for my books) and not enough time. I've got until July 1st to get it all done, but I have LARP and other things that are getting in the way, plus the fact that I am a professional procrastinator.
And because I'm having to get rid of stuff, I'm having to sort through everything rather than just shove it in boxes. I'm culling books and DVDs here, and it hurts.

So right now, I should probably go and find some tea (I got to the bus stop just as the X4 turned up so haven't had breakfast yet) and then get on with this shit. More books, more boxes, more misery. And dad is coming over this evening to help prune down all his books and all the plates and shit that we have lying around.

I suppose the up side is that I'm not doing all of this while I'm also at work. Term ended a while back, and now I'm mooching around with not much else to do.

Having mouse issues today. Or at least I'm having cursor issues with Nene. I suspect lack of tea causing brain worms, but we shall see. I've just managed to send half an email that I hadn't finished writing and god knows what else.

Valiantly trying to write plot for the weekend and mostly failing. LARP is not my happy place right now (especially not when it comes to writing or running)

I'm thinking once this load of washing is done, I'm venturing into town. I need to go to the Virgin store to replace the sacrificial virgins to see if they'll replace my mobile, which is a bit knackered, and then I shall find a cafe and try and get this plot plotted.

And that's about it. I should probably do the pile of washing up, which is starting to look a bit grim (it's from monday, since I was out all tuesday and yesterday) and is sort of starting to offend me.

So monday evening my phone broke for no apparent reason. Or rather, the line broke. It is now thankfully fixed, but ugh, the suckage of having to stay in all day for a tech window between 12 and 4. Grr.

Also, at LARP last weekend I apparently was tasty tasty bug chow (this is a common thing) and one side of my face, and my hip are covered in bug bites. I also have one on the back of my neck/shoulders, right where I can't quite reach it.
And my sun burn is peeling.

Woo, and yay.

Need to finish working out what I'm doing in the Unknown Armies game, as I have many fun and hilarious possibilities, but I'm not sure which to go for.

Term ends tomorrow. I have no idea what I'm going to do. This is the problem with term time work. *sigh*

My peonies are springing up in the garden. As is everything else. Seriously, I went out there this morning and I was savaged by a jaguar... actually it was a neighbouring cat that decided it had had enough fuss thank you very much. But the garden is just a tad over grown.

The bus driver insisted on checking my id card this afternoon. I realise I look like a student, I realise I look all of 20 at best, but really. That's perfectly old enough to work there, and why would anyone want to fake a staff id card? It doesn't do anything special.
And then he shouted at people for not giving up their seats for old people. (This is a bug bear of mine. If old person looks like they're having problems, I will give up my seat (providing my feet are working properly) but otherwise, they can damn well stand like the rest of us, and I object to the assumption that just because a person looks young and healthy that they are capable of standing on a bus, especially given the way the drivers round that route drive.)

My shower continues to be broken, despite dad swearing that he'd fixed it. I also managed to drive him to MK and not die in the process. I'm still not allowed the car on my own, but it's a start.

I'm watching Justified at the moment, and I am enjoying it muchly. And the music. I'm also sort of watching my way through Battlestar Galactica, but that's not going too well, as I hate most of the characters, and the first season just makes me want to stab them all in the face and save an awful lot of time.