Argh, time's getting the better of me today, the cheeky blighter.
Speaking of cheeky - although he didn't mean it, honest - another birthday wish is coming right up!

~~~~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBEH1! ~~~~

Oh yay, the smallest (STFU with your 'Six foot') and cherubic of the Bobbehs turns another year older today. Or rather, Robert 'Bryon' Hardy does. Bobbeh1 doesn't age at all. That's the kind of world we've created. The Bobbehface is such a powerful phenomenon that it defies space and time.
I must try and put together a picspam or speshul fic. Bear with me ("Bear? Okay Aunteh Beckeh. RARWRR!! GRRRRR!!!!").

In Subconscious!news, my latest dream involved me hanging around Rochdale (Oh. Dear. This doesn't look good) and then being accosted by Keeley from high school and *shudder* The Great Big Uptight Popular Clique who wanted money off me for fags. Obviously they weren't going to get it. It had all the trappings of a nightmare until three Mexican drug lords in ponchos (you read right the first time) turned up and insisted *they* wanted money. I quickly hid my purse behind my back before thinking of a better idea: Running The Fuck Away. And then waking up before the WTF levels reached critical mass.

Hope all is well with everyone in A-Level Exams world. It's a scary time that I don't wish to revisit. Especially when Warwick Uni kept me hanging on an entire *week* before telling me they wouldn't have me after all. After that I couldn't ever really celebrate my (not even that bad, honest) results. I know pain.

I've had a big pink comb wrapped up in the front of my hair for the best part of an hour now. I'm almost embarrassed.
I hope this could be a new fashion statement. Otherwise I may have to surgically remove it.

And anyone who's got ITV3 - Cold Feet, 11pm. OMG THAT'S MY UNIVERSITY! They're stood outside the finance building. Why have Rachel and Adam married at the finance building? And then in the park bit where I spent most of my 2nd year life because OMG, nowhere to go between lectures. And ooh, the library carpark before it was a car park.
All that and Bathurst on a motorbike again.



And at no point ever in my life have the words 'Ooh, Robert Bathurst Touched This' ever entered my head. Ever. No.

Who on earth designed mortarboards? Was it the noveau punk style of its day? It's the silliest hat I've ever worn. And is this someone who's worn many a sily hat. I've spent all morning with a crick in my neck trying to prevent it faling off my head. Luckily I've had plenty of practice with years of walking with books on my head.

In case you haven't guessed, I had my graduation ceremony this morning. For the most part it was kinda silly and unnecessary...but maybe that's the point. My robes were fine. I'd had fears that they'd be too long and I'd predictably trip up as I went onstage. Thankfully they were absolutely fine (but boy - my unimates are freakishly tall or something. I don't usually have so many people towering over me even when I'm in heels). Everything else though - the hood, the mortarboard, and even my own clothing - kept trying to escape. It's like one of those dreams where all your clothes suddenly fall off at the most inappropiate time.
The ceremony itself was over fairly quickly. You just have to clap and smile a lot. I notice a certain person - the girl who has previously and unfortunately been to every school and college I've been to, took the proverbial p out of me and then turned up on the same course at the same uni, only then to completely blank me - wasn't there or the role call. Hmm, what does that mean? *shrugs*

And after I finished graduating this morning, was very pleased to find out I'd won a vid on Ebay:
http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=6413332298&ssPageName=ADME:B:EOAB:UK:6
Most people probably won't have a clue what it is, but believe me, it's made me a happy bunny :).

Sadly, it's not a Bronze Swimming Certificate I've got.
But it's now kolaqube BA (hons).

Remember that heat article I mentioned a while back about Weird Celebrity Crushes? Well, they've posted 12 this week.
( TEH LIST OF 12 )

All in all, a good list. Obviously, there's some *cough* omissions, but they still want people to write in, so it's ongoing. Grooveh. I like the fact that someone voted Darth Vader becuase he's 'Tall, dark and mysterious'. *g*

Your unlikely celebrity crush and why in 100 words or less, ireallyfancyhim@emap.com

.... 2:1

And I think we're happy with that after everything. Hallelujah.

Main headline: Hmm, so they've found the bombers then. Or rather, who they were/ Yorkshire of all places. Yorkshire They probably got the train past here from Leeds too right past my house. Urgh.

Local News: speaking of trains, had to get one again today, no flat for me. I have to return library books in case they keep my degree from me, which is rather petty. Not the best day to do it. I always feel the need to garotte radio DJs when they witter on about, "Yay! A heatwaves coming! Brilliant! Brilliant how? Old people die, crops go rubbish so prices of EVERYTHING goes up and more than anything else it's BLOODY UNCOMFORTABLE. Pah. I hate it.
( I saw a dog... )
Three things made the heat more bearable:
1) Three pairs of earrings for price of two! Great when you're indescive like me. I now own three starry pairs that are a bit 80s, Madonna circa 1984.
2) Train fare halved due to silly conductor thinking I'd come on at Littleborough when we hadn't stopped there yet.
3) Playing ( Pretend to be a Celeb-ri-ty! )
And in entertainment news:
Bad Girls - I've waited seven series for that to happen (sort of). And I've kinda waited for some Grayling/Bobby Darin action too ;). Nice to see some rare m/m slash.

What?! rightclicklick is closing down?!
I mean, I know I said it got a bit samey lately, but there's no need for that! It's still a marvellous idea for a community and the source for much actor-ogling. Plus there's always the "...Can I fit my favourites into this week's theme? Can I? However tenuously.....?" fun.
One feels rather lost now.

In more important news, I have indeed moved out. Yesterday all my worldly posessions were put into the boot and taken away.
I packed up my pots and pans and - off I went.
Well, actually, I left without my pan because SOME CHEEKY ROTTER had used it while I was away. Now, that's annoying. And rude. But, as my flat'mates' always liked to go one further, whoever the bad cook was had burnt pasta into the pan and left it sitting there with some murky liquid. For however long is a mystery but boy it was a stinking mess. Cheers. Gits.
So maybe it wasn't too bad getting out after all. I won't be missing them, and no one ever visited me there anyway, so:
Goodbye C605. And RIP saucepan.
Au revoir mes amis, a bientot. Or something.

And something I conveniently forgot to mention in the previous entry. Which has since come back to haunt me. Apparently, caught up in the excitement of Live8, I uttered:

"Where's Phil Collins?
....why am I even asking that question?"

My query about David Bowie passed uneventfully, but I'm afraid a valid excuse is still missing for this one.

Well, had a pretty rubbish start to the weekend it has to be said. I've lost me flat.

Well, when I say lost, I don't mean I misplaced it down the back of the sofa. That would be silly, a Manchester flat wouldn't fit. No, I was under the impression I had it for two more months. They, however, were under the impression I was to move out last week. Bugger.
So all my work experience/meeting friends/other..stuff plans have gone out of the window, and I'm going to have to move out any second now becuase I'll probably need about 900 quid....and I don't have that much becuase parents took a few hundred off me for their car after all (which doesn't work, by the way. Guh.) I really am stuck at Walsden now on my ownsome...and blast, I've no longer got broadband either. Talk about rubbing Salt and Vinegar crisps into the wound.
Flatmate No.2 (the Reasonably Nice Or So I Thought One) appears to have moved out. That is incredibly rude. I at least plan to inform my flatmates I'm going, although given they've annoyed me so much - Hmm.

Well, I was pretty upset yesterday. Enough to burst into tears upon walking into HMV (presumeably to look at CDs I don't have money for) and hearing Oasis' 'Half a World Away'. That's it, I've cracked. Most embarrassing.

Happier post coming along in a tick.

Oh.My.Word. My head's shrunk by half an inch.
Was just measuring it for mortar-board purposes only to find out I'd already measured it for my modelling profile some months ago. Maybe it's common, I don't know. Maybe there's some weird water retention thing going on with my head. Or maybe I've fallen victim to a head-shrinking curse. Either way, not good information for my paranoia.

Aaaaanyways, a brief spam-ation.
I was bored. I felt I was wittering on too much on here. And so I randomly made:
http://robertbathurst.proboards30.com

EDIT: Due to me coming along at the wrong time, Proboards are down for an upgrade. Keep trying though!

Thus begins the slow trickle of visitation. Visit if it pleases you. We could talk about anything. Obviously needs some finetuning but I'll see if anyone comes first of all. Hell, no one came to Mauve for a few years.

Goodnight y'all!

I'm currently hiring graduation robes. Somewhat reluctantly.
Slowly sensing that same feeling I had back at 6th form where as soon as I got my results I couldn't wait to run screaming from the place. Which in retrospect hits a dangerous level of irony because I think I'm ready to run screaming *back* there. I miss the weirdly random chats with weirdly random people in weirdly random places (misfits don't sit in the common room). I miss Mr Bateman ;). And quite probably miss the three years of hope I still had before me......erm, where was I? - Do I really want to go through a graduation ceremony?

Anyways, Happy Birthday to Mauve! My baby of 4 years. Hmm, starting-school age.
No, you can't have a picspam. Not just yet. Not until I can communicate with the dead, i.e my laptop.

And in Chris-related news, watched Cradle of Life (or indeed, Cradle of Filth as it keeps getting called round here) with my Mum. All of it for the first time. As in, watching it in chronilogical order whilst resisting the urge to find the fast-forward button for the first time.
( Hmm. That film still puzzles me. )

Short version: Meh.

( Longer version )

And in the middle of all this soul-searching I remembered that I hadn't logged on to the internet within the last ice age. So I told my inner voice to shut up for a while, here have a biscuit or something. Look, I know, fandom will come to the rescue:

http://www.findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4153/is_200503/ai_n11845002

...or maybe not. *inconsolable*

Well, I'd like to give a thank you for the emails of concern and support. Um, both of you. Sorry everyone for not, y'know, making my existance known. To be honest, I didn't think anyone would be bothered, because it's rare that anyone I know outside of the web is (sounds like I'm surrounded by that teenager off the Catherine Tate show - "Do I look bovvered?") that fussed about my whereabouts. Still, hugs to my flist and, oh, everyone else too. If I go walkies again, just give me a poke via email or something.

Now that's all the bad news roundup. Hopefully light and entertainment news will follow after the break. Or something.

....and I'm spent.

Yes, I'm back. You missed me, didn't ya? What do you mean, 'no'? It doesn't work when you say 'no.' You've got to say 'yes'!
Er, anyway. I have handed the dissertation in. Yes. Done. Finished-a-roony. And seeming as a few of my F-list are younger than me, believe me it when I say I'd rather be back at school. That dissertation made me wish I was sitting my A-Levels again. It was that hard.

Anyways, in case you missed any of my mundane-ities, here is a weekly digest or something:

I think I had a true confirming moment the other weekend. When you're sat at a deserted railway platform at 9pm on a Saturday night and in tears, I think it's safe to safe that you may not be entirely satisfied with life. Uni tried to kill me, it did.
I missed Doctor Who too, to rub salt and Vinegar Seabrook crisps into the wound.

( In Fandom News.... )
And it wouldn't be an update without....TEH CELEBRITY DREAMS:
( Oops I did it again. I called someone 'Dad'. That's very bad )

As someone who used to always be thinking up potential Equity names, I'm impressed:
( New namez )
I love how my filmstar name rhymes, lol. And the band name - I'm having that.

Meanwhile, I'm writing tedious 12,000 word dissertation after having a scary dream where I had to complete it in a day. No wonder they insisted that we were entirely happy with the subject we were picking. Urgh.

In my break I copied one of Heat's old features for Mr Barrie:


I found out I'm a Love-alot Care Bear. That's the P-C version, isn't it? ;)
I've updated my LJ memories. Go read my Best Of if you're incredibly bored.
Also, my slash run post will be coming along soonish, heh heh.

Sartre was wrong. Hell is when you've got a dissertation to write within the space of a week and instead you're dragged off to a meal. A meal when you've currently got stomach pains that may be due to an allergy, and can't eat for fear of it coming straight back up again. Then being placed between the two people you'd currently least like to be sat between. With no elbow room. Then being made to sit through a blatantly homophobic disccussion about the new gay candidate for town mayor. And if that doesn't make me uncomfortable enough, we'll follow with a few racist comments too.
I don't like Easter, it's mean to me. Chocolate eggs? Yeah, that would be great if it weren't for the fact that my allergy may apparently be to dairy products. Cripes.

Anyway, apologies for last post's rant. Judging by the old inbox, my anger takes many by surprise. This niceness is only a facade, y'know. I learnt early on that being nice gets me further. It's an evil niceness.

( On the obscure celeb dream front... )
Finally, Meme time. Complete with usual ramblings:
( Everyone else is doing it, so why can't We? )

Well, I thought Terry was a insatiable git. He keep me up all Wednesday night, demanding my attention. But June was just the same, if not more so. She keep blathering on too, and making no sense, and wouldn't let me go. In the end, I got bored and sick of the pair of 'em. I just hope they at least do their job now and bring me something good back in return for all the time and effort I spent on them.
TRANSLATION: TEH ESSAYS ARE IN

Can someone please shed some light on why I thought university was a good idea? Why am I here? Who are these people? What have you done with my life and when can I have it back?

I. Am. So. Knackered. Don't think I even have the mental energy to finish this post and post all the wiity and wonderful things I had planned. Bugger.

EDIT: Oh, hang on, what's this? I'm homosexual!Cary Grant

Which Famous Homosexual Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
You always wanted to know that, admit it.

If anyone's wondering about the absence (chorus: "What absence?") then it's because I've been doing Terry and June.

Oh god, that sounds wrong.

Please do see the previous entry if you're now under the belief that I'm joining a 1970s British comedy couple in a threesome. Anyway, Terry is lagging behind which is annoying because it's June's turn today. Shut it. Am coming to that point where, no matter how much you've kept a strict routine, you can't help but feel that in order to get the work done you're going to have to hire a Tardis and work in minus time.
And I think June has just implied that Indiana Jones is gay. Or in Raiders of the Lost Ark, at least.

And a celebrity dreams update: this morning I'd actually had ( a dream about Alan Rickman that *wasn't* unpleasant )

Hmm, Robert Bathurst paid us a visit last night with his baby daughter (what, a new one?)...didn't get much of a conversation as the daughter was a bit of a handful. Did conclude he dyed his hair, though. Glad to see that the celebrity dreams are well and truly back. We can't have boring dreams *and* a boring reality.
Speaking of Robert, give Dial M For Pizza a listen on BBC7. S'very funny.

Meanwhile, working on my two humungous essays. Shall follow mrowrr's lead and name them Terry and June. *shrugs* Hey, I don't know why. Terry is my long-awaited Red Dwarf project, which I'm halfway through but is far more tricky than I thought. June involves comparing Indiana Jones and Lara Croft. Which is nice.
( Keep getting distracted though, which isn't productive )

Politely sneaked from fruitloopsmi, a friends interests meme. Apologies if I'm meme-peating myself, can't remember if I ever posted this one.

( And the results... )
In other news:
Yes, that's my noggin on the userinfo page. I was bored.
I'm writing separate essays on Red Dwarf and Tomb Raider. How long before a tutor twigs that I might possibly be a Chris Barrie fan? I'm guessing tutor might be Joan, she *did* show those episodes of Brittas in scriptwriting.
Three more lectures to go! And two months before I get my life back! With any luck.

Well, today's Friday seemed to be slightly less irritating than the last one. Why that is, I don't know, because I've just survived on two hours sleep. Yup, unidentifable bassline strikes again. At five in the morning, I mean, come on!
Obviously got off to a bad start, but got to my lecture just as it was starting. And, indeed, starting with the Die Hard trailer.
Alan Rickmannnnnnnn.......*forgets everything*

You're still going to have to have to buck up your act, though, Friday. I mean, you know things are bad when Tuesdays become the superior day. And Wednesdays. Hell, even Monday. C'mon Friday, be enjoyable again.
Ah well, two more weeks and then no more morning lectures. EVUR.

And in more neutral news, I spotted a Todhunter-a-like today looking nervous with a lady outside the posh shops in St Ann's Square. Looked just like him, but in a yuppie suit. Almost wish I'd shouted Lister's greeting at him now.
Speaking of which, I've done my page on him, and have just received (courtesy of Holland) The Safe House DVD (rare!) and even a Just Ask For Diamond DVD (very early and rare sighting!).
So I'm off now for a fangirl moment. Toodle pip!

I found an interesting disscussion about dropping out at www.thestudentroom.co.uk. And then a tidal wave of unispective began.

( Uni angst. Should probably be a private post. Can't be arsed changing setting )