1) List 5 celebrities you would have sex with without even asking questions.
2) Put all of them IN ORDER of your lust for them [5 - 1, 1 is the hottest].
3) Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you.
4) Supply photos for said people.
5) Tag five friends [If you haven't done it yet, what are you waiting for?] to do the same.

( t3h sexx0rs )

You're all perverts, so I expect EVERYBODY to do this.

David Phelps' voice makes me weep.



Best tenor in the world? You betcha.

So. I made a To-Do list a couple of weeks ago, listing the 'Big Things' I need to do in my life in the next little while. Things like 'Get A Job' (not done) and 'Volunteer' (not done). The last thing on the list was something that I am absolutely terrified to do.

Give Blood.

Needles have been a lifelong fear of mine, even though I rationally acknowledge that there is really nothing to be afraid of. I won't get AIDS, I won't die, it doesn't hurt that much. I get the flu shot every year, but getting needles in the muscles is different than getting it in the veins. Whenever I see something on TV about a heroin addict or somebody getting a blood test my body literally convulses. I curse loudly, curl up and begin to feel nauseous. They are literally the only tangible thing that I fear. I don't squeal at spiders, I'd more likely pet a snake than run away. Needles just... yuck.

So anyways, I told my friends Heave and Shamona that it was on my to-do list. Knowing me and my fear of needles, they offered to go along while I did it. Today was that day. Heave made an appointment and all three of us went there. As we got closer I could feel my tension level rising higher and higher. We weren't even at the building and I was literally feeling sick to my stomach. We get there, park, and I take a few breaths before I get out of the car. So we go into the building, go through the initial works (my iron level is acceptable! Woot!), and sit and wait for our turns.

I literally want to throw up. My stomach is flipping around, my hands begin shaky and I get that all too familiar lump in my throat. I'm about to throw up.

But I don't! I hold it together. Barely. Heave and Shamona offer kind words, but they do nothing to calm me. Heave and I go into the donation room together and nearly lose it. Even seeing the little bandage on the arm after a blood donation makes me feel sick. Seeing them actually giving blood. I literally thought I was going to faint. But I kept reminding myself that donating blood could save up to four lives, so it would be worth it. So I sit down on the chair, the nurse swabs my elbow...

And I chicken out. I just couldn't fucking do it. I didn't scream or go into hysterics or anything. I just told the nurse that I have a terrible fear of needles and I couldn't go through with it. I've never felt so embarrassed or ashamed of myself, because I know how much they need blood. Especially O- blood. The nurse, however, was an angel about it. She just kind of smiled and giggled and told me that it happens all the time. Lies, I feel, but kind lies. So I went back to the waiting room trying not to puke as Shamona and Heave donated.

Fuuuuuuck, God. Just typing it out is making my hands shakes.

Why can't I be afraid of something legitimate? I suck.

People are way too fucking sensitive about everything nowadays. The whole of society needs to step back, take a chill pill and really consider whether claiming a black man robbed you (when, if fact, a black man did rob you) is considered a racist comment.

Maybe it's just a twentysomething university student thing, but this oversensitivity at every civil rights/human rights/any issue that could potentially be politically incorrect is getting a bit ridiculous.

Thank you.

My good friend just went to the Karate World Championship in Ireland and got a bronze medal!

Way to go, Andrea!

Halloween! Oh, how I love you. And oh, how I hate that I'm too poor to do anything this year.

My dad, on the other hand, ROCKED HIS COSTUME OUT.



Oh, Pa. I'm so proud.

Why did I capitalize the title? Have I always done that? A quick check tells me I do. Huh.

Anyways.

For the past, oh, three months (when I returned from England) I have been completely enveloped in listlessness. I have, quite literally, bummed around the house all day in my PJ's playing video games or watching TV. I've read more than a couple of books and gone out for several walks, but still. For the first month after I got home, the completely lack of responsibilities was very, very freeing. I didn't have a job to worry about, I didn't have bills to worry about (thanks, mom!), I didn't have studies to worry about. I had saved up some spending money from the exchange rate so I didn't have to worry about finances. After a month I thought it would be best to get my butt in gear.

My butt, however, disagreed.

For another month I did nothing. I didn't even try to do anything. What was an enjoyment of freedom had suddenly turned into irresponsibility and listlessness. I could get a job, but, you know, meh. So for a second month I did nothing. Sat on my ass, browsing the web, watching TV and playing video games. It's actually kind of embarrassing. Nearing the end of the second month, I thought that I would reapply for my old job; working in a bookstore always brought me such joy. So I submitted a resume and a few days later got a call back from one of the managers I knew previously and more or less got along with. We had an informal chat about our lives and she invited me for an 'interview' later in the week. At the interview, we basically just caught up. She asked me some questions that she was required to ask (criminal background... yadda yadda) and that was it. A few days later she calls back and tells me that they have already filled all their positions. I was right pissed at that but too shocked to say so, so I just thanked her and hung up. You see, I was really, really counting on that job. The reason I didn't apply for other jobs at the same time was because I was so certain I would be welcomed back. I was good at my job, I was well liked by all (I was downright popular, in fact)and I joined in job functions and volunteered for special jobs after work (like hanging a zillion candles from the ceiling for the Harry Potter release party). So not only did I not get the job, I had wasted almost two weeks of my time while I could have been applying other places.

ANYWAYS. I've digressed.

The whole point to this post is this: After three months of total apathy, today I was feeling particularly proactive and decided to make a To-Do list for my life. Not a major bucket list or anything, just things that I would like to get done in the near future. So I sat down with a pen and paper and wrote down the obvious:

1) Get a Job.

Duh, right? That's typical, get-you-life-in-order stuff. In the same vein I wrote:

2) Go to Academic Counselor
---> RE: Fulfilled requirements for degree?
---> RE: Possible double major?
---> RE: Graduation (Can I upgrade my degree after graduation?)

Those two were easy. Those are things that I really need to get done, and soon. Now, on to the fun stuff. What goals do I want to accomplish in the near future? One popped out in my mind immediately:

3) Volunteer

I've always been interested in volunteering, but I've just never, ever had the time. All through high school I basically worked a full-time job (about 35 hours a week). During University, I worked about 25-30 a week. Add on to that lecture hours and study time, I didn't really have a lot of time for volunteering. Animal shelters in particular interest me, but I'm afraid they won't take me because I have about NO EXPERIENCE with cats or dogs.

So three things, two of which I need to do, one of which I want to do. No, on to number four.

4) ...

On to number four, I said!

4) ...

WTF?

This is where you guys come in. I think it's kind of pathetic that I only have three things on my list, two of which are things I must do. So I'm here, asking you guys for some help. What do you think I should add on to my list? Or, what do you guys have on your list that I could take some inspiration from?

Help required!

A while ago I told myself that my journal postings would no longer be silly one-liners. They were to be at least two paragraphs long and have some semblance of sentence structure and flow. No longer would my posts be:

"Just rediscovered my love for Final Fantasy X."

Nay, dear readers. I vowed for my posts, however inane the subject matter, to run more along the lines of:

"Today I realized something: boredom has reigned supreme in my life for far too long. Too often have I sat in front of the television idly flipping through channels with no idea what was on or what would interest me. Then it hit me. I could play Final Fantasy X again..."

Or some crap. Point is, my posts have been far too short for anybody to care about what I have to say, so I've decided to add a little flair, beef them up a bit, give word count a little challenge. So today I come forward with:

A meme.

I FAIL SO HARD. So I'm going to retake my vow. The next post will have a little more substance to it, no matter how asinine the subject. But for now? Meme.

[[The problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.]]

Misha Collins is my new muse. That guy is just made of fucking win. Just look:

During some internet wanderings, I came across this little site that literally made me LOL.

Conservapedia, paradise for Conservatives. If you have a decent sense of humour, I recommend you visiting the site and looking up some of the more taboo subjects. Here are a few of my favourite outtakes from the site:

Search: Liberal
Quote: "A liberal (also leftist) is someone who rejects logical and biblical standards, often for self-centered reasons. There are no coherent liberal standards; often a liberal is merely someone who craves attention, and who uses many words to say nothing."
Reaction: Ahhhhhaaahahaaahaaa! Snort, snort, rofl.

Search: Wikipedia
Quote:"Wikipedia is a self-described online encyclopedia[1] written and edited by an adhoc assemblage of anonymous persons who are mostly, according to the Register (UK)[2][3], teenagers and unemployed persons. The project was initiated by two atheists: entrepreneur Jimmy Wales and philosophy professor Larry Sanger on January 15, 2001. Despite its official "neutrality policy," Wikipedia has a strong liberal bias."
Reaction: AHHHHHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA! I'm not sure if this is some lame attempt at being amusingly hypocritical or if they really just don't care how open their agenda is.

Search: Homosexuality
Quote: To be honest, I could quote the entire thing. Here are a few good topic headers: "Survey Finds Homosexual Men Seek to Become Ex-homosexuals Often Do So to Heal Emotional Pain or For Spiritual Reasons", "Biblical City of Sodom, Homosexuality, and Archaeology", "Homosexuality as a Choice" and "Untruthful Homosexual Activist Ideology Cost Lives".
Reaction: I... it pains my lungs, trying to suppress my laughter here. The entire article is so hopelessly infused with religious(CHRISTIAN) ideologies to the point where they actually have a sub-heading about SODOM AND GOMORRAH. Thew hole article is so offensive and crass. What I find interesting (and hilarious) is that the actual Wikipedia article on homosexuality is half the length and only has 14 subheadings, rather than Conservapedia's 37.

Search: Evolution
Quote: "Americans do not believe that humans evolved, and the vast majority says that even if they evolved, God guided the process. Just 13 percent say that God was not involved."
Reaction: ... SIGH.

Explore and laugh!

"I gave them a Jedi church business card."

SIGH.

Heh. One year ago today, I got on my flight to England. I've only been home for a month and a half, but those times overseas already seem so far away.

Just rediscovered my love for Final Fantasy X.

Uber.

... just a little Harry Potter spell there so you will all grant my request.

See, my sleep pattern has gone all wonky for some reason. The first few weeks home were surprisingly smooth in the sleep area, but lately I can't seem to force myself to sleep, no matter how late it is. I've tossed and turned all night, dramatically awake as the hours roll by. So I'm trying to stay up as late as I can for the next couple of days and only give myself three or four hours of sleep each night. That way I'll be super tired come bed time and I will conk out easily.

But what to do all night? I've already read some of my book, I've watched some TV, I've played my game and I've written a little stuff for my fic. But now I'm left with nothing to do. My entertainment stapled on the internet (I Can Has Cheezburger, I Am Bored and Something Awful) are all fully updated, and my characters in the Heroes: Survival game are all up to speed. I could write out a post about my Scottish adventured, but I get the feeling you guys are getting sick of my blathering :P

So... any suggestions? Are there any cool memes circulating right now? Any online games that are hideously addictive? Any must-read blogs I should know about?

Remember, you are under the Imperio curse and must do as I say! Go, minions, and find me entertainment!

I should be typing up the rest of my Scottish adventures to share with you guys, but I have a desperate need to procrastinate. So, a meme with audience participation! Yahoo.

Ask me my Top Five whatevers. Any top fives. Nothing is too rude or crude. I will answer them all in a new post.

Ask away and help me procrastinate!

Continuing from my long-ass post the other day...

I was in Spain from the 13th to the 18th, then flew back to London. We were supposed to move out of our flat on the 20th, so I only had one day to kind of sort shit out. Returning of keys, refund of deposit, closing of my bank account... that kind of stuff. When the 20th rolls around, I say a sorrowful goodbye to my lovely flat in Wimbledon, drop my suitcase off at a friend's place, then catch a flight to Edinburgh, Scotland.

And you guys. Seriously. Scotland.

Scotland wasn't even in my top five places I wanted to see before I left, and the moment I got into Edinburgh it shot to number one. It is just outstandingly beautiful. But I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

I had booked a hostel from the 20th to the 25th in Edinburgh, giving me five days to wander around the city before I set off on a tour that I signed up for. I went a little picture crazy. I took 292 pictures in Scotland (gah!), but narrowed it down to 65 just for you guys. Since I'm pretty sure the internet will break if I source the pictures directly, I'll just link them and you guys can have a look if you want. Which you better, because they kick ass.

Anyways.

When I first arrive in Scotland, the first thing I do is go to my hostel so I can drop off my travel bag. I sign in, walk up five flights of stairs (WHYYYY!?) and enter my hostel room. As soon as I walk in the door, I'm ambushed by three Aussies who shove a bottle of Rosé in my face and command me to drink. I took a quick look at the time, realized that it was probably too late to see anything anyways, and joined the Aussies in their drinkopalooza. They had a deal at the supermarket where you could buy three bottles of Rosé for £15, so these guys bought six. So the first night I stayed in the hostel room with my new Aussie buddies, drank a few bottles of cheap Rosé _{and ended up spooning with one of the girls}. I inherited the nickname Paco Paco Paco.

I woke up bright and early the next morning(hangover free! It's a gift, don't hate.), and went exploring. The first thing I went to see was The Scott Monument. The Scott Monument is the largest monument dedicated to a writer, Sir Walter Scott, and is a beautiful piece of architecture. After taking a zillion pictures of the outside, I decided to climb the 287 steps to the top. I feel as though that number should be doubled or something, because the steps were rather steep. Anyways, once I got to the top, I got some lovely views of Edinburgh Castle and Old Town.

As so happens after a steady climb with no breakfast, my stomach started to rumble and demand food. So down I went in search of the most wonderful place in the world. It's called The Elephant House, and it is the birth place of Harry Potter. !!!!. EEEE! This is where J.K. Rowling sat with her pen and paper as she wrote the first book of the series sipping wonderful (and wonderfully cheap) coffee. Other than its claim to fame, The Elephant House really is a lovely cafe with some excellent coffee and food. J.K. Rowling has good taste.

After my bacon roll and cappuccino, I strolled just a little ways down the street to find this. This is a monument to a little Skye Terrier named Bobby. Why is there a monument to a dog, you ask? Let me tell you! Bobby and his owner, John, were completely inseparable. After two years of being together, John, sadly, ties of tuberculosis. They took his body to Greyfriar's kirk, where he was given a proper burial. Little Bobby was in attendance. In fact, Bobby spend the night. And the next, and the next. All in all, Bobby spent FOURTEEN YEARS by his masters grave, not moving except to eat and pee. FOURTEEN YEARS, you guys. When he finally died, people wanted to bury him next to his master. However, since the graveyard is consecrated, animals can't be buried there. So the people of Edinburgh did the next best thing - they buried him as close to his masters grave without actually entering the graveyard. Cute. After smiling and 'aww'ing for a period of time I'd rather not elaborate on, I hiked up the Royal Mile to Edinburgh Castle. It took about an hour and a half to actually get into the castle because, being tourist season and all, the line was ginormous. I oohed and ahhed and wandered around. I cut all the pictures from the castle because, really, they weren't that impressive. My trigger finger wasn't in a good mood that day.

The next day I was up bright and early again with a clear goal in mind: "Today, I will climb Arthur's Seat!". Arthur's Seat is an extinct volcano conveniently located right smack in the middle of Edinburgh. That picture was taken after I had already hiked up a little ways, so it seems smaller than it is. Anyways, about halfway up the volcano, it started to rain. Not droplets, but that annoying mist that gets you soaked without you feeling like you are getting wet at all. Rain I can handle. Sharp, slick rocks while I'm climbing a volcano in improper shoes with nothing to hold onto freaks me out a little. The picture makes it look like it's a grassy path, but near the top the path is all rocks. Anyways, I get to the top all wet and in a little bit of pain, but it all went away when I saw the view, which is totally worth it. Unfortunately the annoying mist makes Edinburgh kind of blurry. Boo!

I slipped and slid my way down the mountain and into Holyrood Palace. Holyrood is the Queen's Scottish getaway and was home to many Scottish monarchs, including Mary, Queen of Scots. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to take pictures inside the palace. However, I did visit the room (closet, really) where James VI of Scotland (James I of England) was born, and the spot where David Rizzio (Mary, Queen of Scots secretary and rumored lover) was murdered by her jealous husband. I was feeling rather dank and dirty after my climb, so I decided to go back to the hostel, taking the excellent closes along the way. The closes are these wonderful little passageways between the tall buildings of Edinburgh. They are spooky and wet and claustrophobic and awesome.

After I freshened myself up a bit, I went to Mercat Cross, where I saw some advertising for some really cool looking ghost tours. I approached the lady in the cape (no joke) and asked about them. The next available tour was in about a half hour, so I signed up. While I waited, I read a little about the Edinburgh Vaults, our destination, only to find that it was labeled the most haunted place in Britain by multiple sources. Including the BBC! Sweetness! Our guide comes along and explains to our group that this tour is more of a ghost hunting tour, using equipment and such, rather than a spooky stories tour. She takes us to the entrance of the vaults and gives a completely earnest and rather unsettling health and safety warning. She told us that some people feel violently ill when they walk in certain rooms, some people hear voices screaming at them, and some people have actually been pushed to the ground. Swell!

This next part of the story will be kind of long and detailed, only because I found it so cool. Since it's so long, I'll stick it behind a cut.

( Click for the spooks! )

Well, that's enough of that.

After my double dip in the vaults, it was about eleven o'clock at night, so I decided that I would go back to the hostel and cower under the covers turn in the for night. But not before I had to pass down this creepy close.

The next day I went down to the Grassmarket area and visited a couple of pubs which have a history behind them. The first is called The Last Drop. This is the pub where many prisoners were taken for their last drink before they were hung. They went to The Last Drop to have their last drop before their last drop. Get it? Durrr.

The other pub had a more interesting back story. It's called Maggie Disckson's and is named after a lady of the same name. As the story goes, Maggie, a fishmonger's wife, had an affair with a local innkeeper and found herself pregnant. For nine months she managed to conceal her pregnancy until one day -- Oops! -- a baby popped out. They baby died very soon after birth and she needed to dispose of the body before anybody found out. So she sneaked out of her home under the cover of darkness and went to the river. As she prepared herself to toss the corpse into the river, she found that she just couldn't do it. Instead, she simply lay the body by the riverbank. I don't know how, but once the body was found, it was traced back to Maggie. The death of her baby wasn't the problem, nor was the disposal of it. Maggie was sentenced to hang under the 'Concealment of Pregnancy' law. What a crock. Anyways, Maggie was sent to the gallows where she had a rope pulled around her neck and dropped. The doctor on scene went up to her dangling body, pronounced her dead and had her cut down and sent off to the morgue.

...However.

On the way to the morgue, the man driving the burial cart heard banging and scratching coming from behind. He stopped the cart, opened the coffin and out popped Maggie Dickson, confused, but alive. The cart driver told her to lay back down. He locked the coffin and drove back to the gallows. When he announced that she was still alive, the mob cried for her to be hung again. However, some spoil sport in the back row began to quote her punishment. She was to be hung until she was dead, at which point her punishment was complete. Since she was pronounced dead after the first hanging, her punishment was technically complete. Maggie Dickson was free to go. Although there is no scientific evidence, people today believe that the rattling of the cobblestones underneath the wheels of the burial cart restarted her heart.

Neat, huh?

Anyways, just a few short things before I finally stop this post on Edinburgh. I learned from the people at The Elephant House that the original school that Hogwarts is based off of can be seen from Greyfriar's Kirk. They also told me that J.K. Rowling got the names of some of her characters from gravestones in the kirk. So off I went! I found the original Hogwarts, the gravestone of a certain McGonagall and, most excitingly, the grave of Lord Voldemort himself. I resisted the urge to pee on his grave.

Well folks, thanks for listening! That pretty much concludes my adventures in Edinburgh, but there is plenty more Scotland to come! Stay tuned!

As of today, I only have three more weeks left in Europe.

I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME.

!!!!!!!

Yesterday was quite a day.

I woke up early because I wanted to attend the memorial service in Hyde Park for the victims of the London terrorist attacks. When I got there, I found that the new monument, and a large chunk of land around it, was barricaded off and that only family and friends of the victims could enter. Fair enough. I still wanted to pay my respects, through, so I hung around the barricade and watched the service from afar. It was really moving and quite sad, but in the end the families were very appreciative of the new monument. Then Prince Charles walks out(!). Prince Charles(!)!. He gave a speech as well, but I didn't want to take any pictures because it was a memorial service. I didn't want to be rude just so I could get a picture of a celebrity.

After the service, I headed up to Leicester Square for the Harry Potter premier. EEEEEEEE!!! I got there rather late (about 2:00p.m.), but I still got a really good spot. I was only about three rows back from the red carpet. So I'm standing there and standing there and standing there, and all of a sudden... it starts to rain. Just a sprinkle at first, which was fine. Then, OUT OF NOWHERE, a fuckin' MONSOON falls on us. I couldn't believe it! I shoved my iPod and my camera in my pocket and prayed that they wouldn't get wet. Then, just as suddenly as it started, it died off. By this time it was about three o'clock, so I still had a good two and a half hours to wait until Harry Potter Daniel Radcliffe an co. arrived. So I stand and stand and stand and it rains on and off for the next two hours. Then, at five o'clock, when the celebs were supposed to start coming out, the heavens just opened. Where I'm from in Canada, London, we get some rockin' storms. Lightning, thunder, hard rain, all that good stuff. I can tell you, I've never seen it rain so hard in my life. Ever. It was just ridiculous! I read in the paper today that London got a THREE MONTH'S of rain in three hours.

LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK.

They even had to close down some Tube stations because they were flooded. And to top it all off, it started to hail! HAIL. IN ENGLAND. It was just insane. HOWEVER, being the Potter fan that I am, I endured it all and waited to see what I came to see. Finally, despite the torrents of rain coming down, they arrived. I didn't dare take pictures, though, because a couple pictures of some celebrities definitely isn't worth ruining a $300 camera for.

Anyways, I saw them all! Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco Malfoy... among others. After they went inside (which was quickly), I booked it out of there. I was embarrassingly wet.

Too much rain. I still feel wet.