"Everyone agreed that Bernard was right to kill the publisher..."

[mooging]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Exams go bye-bye! *collapses*

Also, I was due to have a Classics exam this afternoon, but when my friend and I dragged ourselves back up to school after our two hour break (study leave is good), we were told that the exam had to be postponed because my school? Yeah, the windows decided that they couldn't stand up to the wind (which is bloody howling around outside my very thin, not-double-glazed, original Georgian and rattling bedroom windows right now) and shattered inwards, so the exam hall was off-limits and they were sending everyone home!

So, glee!

And I am doing absolutely nothing this weekend, apart from sit on my slightly too-large backside and watch Green Wing. And possibly write some things.

I also did three hours of Maths coursework this evening, after walking six miles (to school and back, three times) and swimming 42 lengths. I deserve chocolate and pretty this weekend, and that is what I shall have.

One outtake on the Black Books season 3 dvd has been keeping me sane all week. One. I have actually lost count of the amount of times I watched it. *happy sigh*

Julian Rhind-Tutt is so goddamn pretty, and ridiculously dorkishly wonderful in this video, and if you could see it more clearly (buy the dvds, damn you!), makes numerous lovely expressions and his little bob up and down? I love this man. *explodes with glee*

Also, more Black Books pimping: Dylan Moran. Bill Bailey. Tamsin Greig. DIE LAUGHING. What more do you want?

Oh okay, you want an extra of an insane, ranty letter to a publisher once a novel has been rejected? That's there too! 

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_la_mysterieuse/]

Oh God, that's brilliant!

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

I knooooooooow. ;-)

[missfoxie.livejournal.com]

You came onto teh intarwebs and no speakey on MSN? ;P

But anyway I digress. What I really meant to say here was "I SEE YOU BABY, SHAKING THAT ASS".

*falls on floor from the laughing*

I am in Scotland. Right by THE SEA. We are having gale-force winds every day and I nearly got blown over today.

I hope you have a fantabulous weekend of relaxation and giggling and chocolate. *hugs you* You deserve a break. Me? Oh, nothing much, just revising madly for my English exam on Monday. *weary sigh*

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

Awww, my little Nomi nearly got blownded over? *picks up and cuddles*

You know how cold you were when you were here? Think of the cold now, when the ENTIRE CENTRAL HEATING UNIT has broken (not just my radiator, the ENTIRE THING) and we have gale-force winds.

My heater has been on all weekend. I am wearing a sleeveless floaty dress, because damnit, I will look pretty while I sit in the cold and watch Mac.

"I SEE YOU BABY, SHAKING THAT ASS!"

Good luck with your English exam tomorrow, though you will be fine and will do very, very well. *cuddles to itty bitty, reassuring pieces*

[missfoxie.livejournal.com]

I did indeedy, on my way into town for an exam no less. It would have been an interesting excuse for avoiding exam though.

Oh no! Frak me, that must be Arctic-level freezingness. I would have the heater strapped to me and gloves on. Totally wouldn't be able to survive. *hugs Moog tightly in an effort to keep her snuggly warm*

Aww, you a sweetie-pie. Come on MSN some time on Monday evening, from 7 onwards? My exams will be done and I wanna flail/squee (especially about all the new hotter-than-the-sun Mary pics) with my adorabibble twin, cause I miss yooooooooooou. :D

[cecile-volanges.livejournal.com]

Hee. That guy is hot, you are right. He looks like a poetic sexy guy who would look good in period costume. Mmmm.

Yey for chocolate and pretty!! Hope you have fab time my darling...

Miss youuuuuuuuuuuuu. Ooh I sent your Christmas present today! *Dates???? Phuwww...I care not for dates and times...*

Loves you

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[moogle62.livejournal.com]

I got my Christmas present! Though you may know, from the somewhat stalkerish text I sent you...hmm.

He is a stunning, stunning man and the next time we meet, you are watching Green Wing. This I swear to you!

I am going now, to write a fic in which Pretty Man taking off his trousers is integral to the plot. Really. It is.

Loves OUUU

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