General corruption

I decided to get organised and sort out my life. I thought that if I got up and did something, found a job, wrote at a fixed time every morning instead of whenever I feel like it, and didn't sit around in the usual state of intellectual melancholy, I wouldn't have anything to be melancholy about.
But no. My wonderful, not-talking-to-each-other family are out of the house, and I didn't get up in the morning, I got up in the afternoon.
You can't change who you are. If it's written in your genes that you are a lazy, depressive, arrogant bitch, that is what you will always be.
Wherever you go, there you are.
I don't want to get a job. I have one. But I need the money. Which is not, in fact, true. I don't need money. I actually have some stashed away that will keep me for at least a year. But in the meantime...
In the meantime, I will stay annoyed and depressed. And my media files will stay corrupted.

Puntuation, black leather, and the New Year celebrations of the Chinese

Well, when I got up this afternoon, I thought today was destined to be complete crap, but it was different to what I expected.
I went to town with Sprog because she wanted to buy a kitty journal, which turned out to be an Egocentrics' diary, complete with mirror on the cover and pink candy stripes. Very Sprog. Even I thought it was cute.
We went to Woodstock and Grin as per usual, and I got some badges - "Born free, taxed for life," and "think evils thoughts" and my favourite, "Please ignore everything I say... I'm pissed." There's no room on my hat for them, so I think they may end up on Gromit's mackintosh. Poor little doggie.
Forbidden Planet has not changed. I found a Klingon dictionary and the ultimate book of Star Trek trivia, and also Arthur C.Clarke's Rendezvous with Rama, all of which I will buy when I have the money. Noticed for the first time that Forbidden Planet has a section devoted to "fetish magazines" on the top shelf - my 153 cm of height would only allow me to see that a lot of black leather was involved.
We went to the graveyard after a while. It's the one attached to the old Anglican cathedral, and Sprog was right - it's beautiful, green and shady and old. It reminded me of the Dell in Port Sunlight - I used to love it there. Even though it houses corpses, the graveyard is so old it has ceased to be one, and the crypts and tombstones are purely incidental. I like to read the inscriptions, some nearly two hundred years old, and think about what was going on here when they were carved. One tombstone was strange - small and squat and covered in carved stone oak leaves, that must have taken months for an artisan to carve.
We went to sit up on the ledge bit, and threw grass and daisies (and a bottle) at the graveyard down below, whilst watching a pair of guys doing... something strange. We initially thought it was tai chi, and when Tony arrived (not long after Sprog had shouted at a couple of old people thinking they were him) he thought it was tae-bo. The consensus was to go down and provide an audience to the friendly graveyard weirdos. We came to mock, but we ended up discovering they were practicing for the Chinese New Year lion parade, which was all connected to the Liverpool Kung Gar(?) Kung-fu school. They were actually quite good, half-back flipping and standing on each other's shoulders and mock-fighting while making "ta-ta-ta!" and "chingi-chingi-chingi!" noises. They thanked us for our "support," we thanked them for their "entertainment" and then headed down to Chavasse. On the way, Emma and I reached two conclusions - one of the Chinese lion people, the blonde one, was decidedly pretty, and Tony is a Spiderman wannabe.
I went home not long after that, had brief discussion on why Starbucks are taking over the world, discovered location of Moorfields station, and then caught the train. Once I'd reached home, I watched Voyager mainly to escape the tension in the house, and have now retreated to safety of room.
I'm going to try to make some bracelets for myself. I have the beads, silver ones with letters engraved on them, but they really are fucking useless. The letter that occurrs most often is "X," closely followed by "Q" and "Z." There are none with A, O, or N. So, I'm making mine out of punctuation - question marks and & signs.