Oh, god.
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

I cannot BELIEVE that my country is in the hands of people like this.

(Yes, I just watched THAT Question Time [link])

It's incredible, and I don't mean that in the good way. It makes me want to knock heads together. I found myself AGREEING with the TORIES. Seriously. Tories have more sense than Lib Dems WTF? This should not happen.

I'm not even going to touch the BNP with a bargepole. I'll just say this; Nick Griffin, I'm a better bullshitter than you, and I'm not even old enough to vote. It's obvious you never took a philosophy class, that's all I'm saying.

And what's up with this "Muslims have to accept that Britain is a Christian country" gig? I mean, seriously, Griffin, have you never heard of the separation of church and state? We're supposed to be a sectarian nation, for chrissakes! For a BRITISH National Party, you sure are keen to be like America.

On which note, excuse me, but I'm about as British as it gets by your standards, and I'm still 100% sure you're talking out of your arse.

...so much for not touching the BNP with a bargepole, huh?

Seriously, though. I agreed with all the parties but the BNP at one point or another, and now my entire political ideology is screwed. Stupid Chris Huhne and his destruction of my black-and-white ideals. >.<

I'm sort of glad I'm not old enough to vote yet. Sure, it might mean I don't get my opinion heard, but I probably won't anyway, and at least I don't yet have to pick the lesser of three evils.

(It's still Lib Dem all the way, until such a time as an actual, cohesively moral party appears, ie. never)

I'm going to be over here, weeping for my country. It's enough to make you ashamed to be British.

Doesn't necessarily equate to more postage of art, mind... I have a few pieces that should be going up fairly soon, but I make no promises. You know what happens when I make promises about this stuff.

But holidays are always good. :3

And then... NaNo will begin! *dramatic music*

Oh, yeah, and this is a f*cking amazing book. Go read it.

Well. It exists, anyway. And it's posting art, which is an improvement on the last... three months or something.

Brief update:

College application - I was rejected, but I'm reapplying next year and hopefully I'll get in.
Exams - Still going on, still made of epicfail. Fairly sure I failed Additional Maths (damn you forever, calculus!) but the rest should be okay.
Art - I am doing some.
Writing - I'm still doing that, as well. I got an FF.net account (Hel-Lokisdotter, if you happen to be wondering), and I'm posting a lot of stories and stuff at my LJ. My novel-in-the-making is moving forwards. Very, very slowly.
Holidays - Going away for the whole of the summer holidays; first to York (Quaker event), then to Scotland (another Quaker event), and then on a three-week rail tour of Eastern Europe (not a Quaker event)

I think that about covers it. Sad that nothing more interesting's happened in the last three months, but there you go.

*poofs out again*

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... Yeeeeaaaahhhh... I am completely normal in every way. But reading LotR in German is amusing in the extreme. xD

Well, what's new?

Ooh! Ooh! I have a college interview in April!
Sooo, back to the road and the hours driving down to Wales, and the fear of failure, and...
Hey, it's totally worth it! ^^ *is stupidly hyper*

Art exam!
I love art exams! And I have it on my birthday, so a whole day with no lessons and nothing to do but draw? Sounds pretty damn good to me.

And then there's dbvjhsgbvkdcxjvnka... *fell asleep on keyboard*

*dies*

Okay. Here's a heads-up, for anyone who hasn't tried it. Driving halfway down the country on Christmas Day? Fine, good - bloody long way, especially when sitting in between two moody sisters, but fine anyway.
Driving back, at a time when 90% of the country seems to be heading to either Scotland or London or somewhere in between?
Yeah.
Not so great.
I may never regain feeling in this arm. (a fact not helped by that opening the door of the barn I was sleeping in for the intervening two nights requires throwing one's weight against the door)

Speaking of barns, never sleep in an unheated barn in December, even if you have the cold tolerance of a particularly hardy polar bear. Waking up with frost on your face is never a good way to start the day, especially when you only own summer PJs. -.-
Oh, and on that topic, watching '30 Days of Night', 'The Devil's Backbone', and suchlike works of emotive cinematography is much more fun when you don't then go to bed in an isolated barn with no means of contact and a door that doesn't lock. On your own. With the light on the other side of the barn to your bed.
Although that last bit was less notable for any vampire- or ghost-related shivers than for the apparent ability of every piece of wood, metal, machinery or luggage within a hundred yards to arrange itself in one's path. My big toe is black and blue.
So, on the sleeping-in-a-barn thing... don't. And if you do, remember where the torch is.
Ow.

Oh, and never offer to help feed the alpacas, because your mad uncle will make you detour through mudpits, and your dearest mater will take the piss out of your inability to keep up through said mudpits while pushing a wheelbarrow.
And never go walking in muddy weather at Christmas. If you do, don't walk on the edges of ruts. You will slip and fall, and then you will have clarts all up one side of your nice new jumper.

And never take ~BobbleBrain away with you at Christmas. She will moan about it for hours on end, before, during, and after. I, of course, would never moan at all.

No, it was fun, really. Long and hard work and now I'm exhausted, but fun. And I think I must have the nerdiest Santa in history.
First five presents out of the stocking:
-National Geographic subscription
-Collection of British myths
-Collection of Greek myths
-Book about Istanbul
-Tangle puzzle keyring, decorated with maths-type-stuff

But then, my favourite present was a Stephen King novel, so I guess I kind of deserve Nerd!Santa.
Mind you, 'The Devil's Backbone' is also a damn good present. Anything by Guillermo del Toro tends to be good.
And Dad gave me 'All Quiet On The Western Front' - the film and the book - because he is incapable of dropping a subject. Works for me. ^^ (he also seems to have kidnapped my Van Morrison CDs and half my Rammstein. C'est la vie.)
I wish people wouldn't give me jewellery, though. I have two bracelets and a watch that I wear all the time, and that's pretty much all the jewellery I ever wear. And the same goes for makeup. Only I never wear makeup at all.

Ah, well. Merry (late) Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
And soon, 'twill be Silvester. We all love Silvester.

Ooh! And I made stollen! It got a 7/10 on the Norwegian scale (my uncle's half-Norwegian)! I FEEL SO COOL!
Only it's getting stale, and I made enough to feed an army of Teutonic-type-people. Once again, c'est la vie. Time marches on, taking my stollen with it.

And if I get frostbite, then I blame my cousins for blowing the fuse on the barn's radiator. -.-

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