chaletian | "I smell a robot."

♥ I’m quite excited about upcoming cinema at the moment. Wolverine has Hugh Jackman and Ryan Reynolds and therefore cannot help but be awesome, and also, Star Trek! Woo! Actually very excited about that one. Will be very interested to see what they do with it.

Speaking of, there’s a HILARIOUS STORY about when Katie and I saw the trailer for Star Trek, which I will now recount:

Trailer: [OMG giant special effects!]
Me: Ooh.
Trailer: [lots of deep sci-fi-esque dialogue]
Me: Ooh!
Iowa Farm Boy: I am an Iowa farm boy.
Me: Huh. Interesting.
Trailer: [woo! spaceships!]
Me: I love spaceships. I think I will like this film.
Trailer: I am the new Star Trek film.
Me: [clutches Katie]
Me: OMG! STAR TREK! STAR TREK!!
Katie: [raises eyebrow]
Katie: Yes. Did you not notice that FIVE MINUTES AGO?
Me: [abashed]
Me: No. Don’t judge me.

…which I suppose goes to show, if nothing else, that I would like Star Trek for itself, even if it weren’t Star Trek.

♥ Since I was awake until about three this morning, I am consequently now quite tired. I am drinking actual coffee at work, but alternating it with water (I KNOW!! 0.o) and polos in an attempt to stave off coffee!breath. Also, last night, at about half two, I painted my nails again, except then I went to sleep, so they’ve all got little creases on them. I should probably invest in some species of super strength nail varnish as recommended by

rissabby, but I cannot bring myself to abandon my lovely bottle of five-year-old Rimmel ‘Fever’.

♥ Katie made paella for dinner last night. It was good. I approve of any meal involving chorizo.

♥ Also last night, I began the mammoth task of reorganising the furniture in my room. (“What?!” I hear you cry. “But she did her room only a couple of weeks ago!” True, but the less said about it the better.) If I actually tidy it this time, I will photograph and share, but don’t hold your breath.

♥ Ben and I have decided that we are going to have a fake wedding (he has been browsing a friend’s wedding list with John Lewis). Woo! Everyone can buy us awesome presents! It’s going to be beautiful… then I will find out that he is OMG like tragically gay! and divorce him and we will KEEP ALL THE LOOT! This is a foolproof plan. Proust would approve of it.

♥ I have chopped off the labels with my employer’s name which are littering my uniform. If I had wanted to be emblazoned like some sort of sponsored vehicle, I would be working at McDonalds.

Verses on Wearing a Uniform

I hate my fucking uniform
What am I, fucking nine?
It homogenises all of us;
To fascism, it’s a shrine.

I hate my fucking uniform
It’s degrading and brings woe:
I’d like to chop it into bits
Cuz worst of all, it’s mauve.

♥ So, I was looking at some of my fic, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I am constitutionally incapable of writing any sort of continuous prose. I actually can’t do it. All of my fics, even the longer ones with actual plot, are made up of shorter scenes. Hmm. Maybe I should work on that.