*sings*

Life is good. I have worse mood swings than a manic depressive pendulum. I don't care....
I love flickgc - she knows why - and I think tomorrow will be good - ie, worth getting out of bed for, and it's certainly worth getting out of bed to spend a day with the mailing circle IRL.
As well as that, I think everything is looking up.
Tonight we have to go to Lime Street to meet Pedar. Let's hope my mother does not freak out about night driving again.

"Haven't had a dream in such a long time now..."

I was just watching VH1 - they were playing Independent Woman by Destiny's Child as part of their Women on Top day. According to VH1, the song is from 2000, which means it's been two years since the unfortunate night on which the resident lunatics and I decided to go and see Charlie's Angels...
As I didn't have a livejournal then, I might as well tell the story now. After the film was over, we went to the loos at the front of the cinema. Bev decides she wants to do a Drew Barrymore impression, and jumps off the toilet seat and does a high kick while shrieking, "Hi-yah!" Which was all well and good, but Bev had neglected to look in front of her, and so nearly decapitated a little girl who had until now been watching her impassively from somewhere near the floor.
The girl's mother gives her a look of complete and utter hatred, so we decided retreat was the better part of valour and ran. Bev then informed us all we could walk back to hers, "it'll only take five minutes."
It took well over an hour. And this is with Becca and Jess both limping along in too-tight boots. I was wearing my Timberland ones, so I was okay, but we had to proceed at a snail's pace through Aintree in the middle of the night, which is not the wisest thing I've ever done.
And then, when we finally reached Bev's, we met her grandmother, who goes round carrying a glass in one hand and a bottle of orange juice in the other, and calls everyone, male or female, "Hazel" because she can't be bothered learning their names.
It was an interesting night, all things considered.
I don't know why I suddenly started thinking about it. It's just one of those things.
Back to the present, and it seems to me I'm going to have an exhausting weekend. Tomorrow, am going with Becca so she can find a top for the concert next week, and in the evening, I'm going to meet Hannah and co so we can go back to theirs. And then on Sunday morning, presuming I'm awake, I'll get a lift into Liverpool and then get the train home. At least, that was the plan until I discovered the charity pop concert rehearsal is on Sunday at noon. I didn't want to go - but it seems like I have to go, as I seem to have volunteered to be the announcer person along with Enid. I'm not saying that won't be fun, and it allows me to take part without having to dance (ugh), but it does mean I'll have to leave the house tomorrow at eleven, and not get back until about five pm on Sunday. And I have a tonne of work to do. Well, maybe not a tonne. Physics and Classics, definitely, and then there's French if I can be bothered. Might be an idea to read Pride and Prejudice, as well, as I missed most of it today because I was reading Are You Dave Gorman? slipped inside it.
Talking of Dave Gorman, that book has its depressing moments as well.
Of course, Becca didn't tell me that. Probably because she thinks I've been looking depressed for while now. She even had a go at me for constantly listening to Black Tangled Heart.
I will listen to happy music today, I have decided. If you count Walking By as happy music. And Texas. Found the Texas Greatest Hits CD today, and have been listening to it constantly.
I'm looking forward very much to tomorrow night. And the weekend after this one, we;re going to see Darren Hayes at the Apollo. And the weekend after that is the one after the pop concert. And the one after that is half term and then SG-5. And the one after that, and there'll be half a term left until my mocks. And after that....
At Christmas I'll be in India. And there'll be three weeks left until my birthday...

Thoughts on pretty gay guys.

I have to go in a minute, but thought I would amuse everyone with some of my thoughts for tonight.
Anyone ever wondered that at that weird obsession straight annd bi-curious girls have with gay guys? I'm watching Will & Grace now... and I'm sure a lot of people watch it and wish they had a best friend like Will. Not Jack - he would annoy me - but Will, who is so cute in an utterly asexual way.
And then there's that obsession with slash I and so many others have. Every time I see Jack and Daniel in the same scene together I start thinking about it - and Hawkeye and Trapper are the slashiest fictional characters on the planet. (Take today - Hawkeye is lying with his eyes closed and a hat covering his head, and someone, actually a nurse, kisses him, but he can't see who. His immediate response is to say, "Go away, Trapper!" and my immediate response was to go, "Awwww...").
Anyway, there are so many people who want a gay best friend. It would just be so nice to have a guy around who you could love platonically and admire as a thing of beauty without all the emotional hassle.
Yeah, now I really have to go.