I hate writing.

My writing professor said "I hate writing more than anything in the world. It's my least favourite thing." and I asked him, "why are you a writer?" He said "because I love having written. That's the best thing in the world." 

That's definitely how I feel. So it's sort of like being an alcoholic in reverse, where you have to endure the hangover to get to the being-drunk that you so enjoy. Hate writing, love having written.

Wise words from the rather fanciable Brian K. Vaughan. I've raved enough about Runaways, but I'm working my way through Y: The Last Man which is also fantastic. I'm in a real comics mood; the Fables paperbacks have been eyeing up my wallet, and I would be thrilled if Santa slipped this particular sable under the tree for me.

One week to go until The Amazing Adventures of Luna Lovegood Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which we hope to catch at the IMAX - OMGWTFBBQ 3D CGI FTW LGBT LOL!  Stardust and The Golden Compass/Northern Lights are still to come, so this is shaping up to be the year of fantasy children's fiction squee at the cinema.

Today I saw the dark-haired Colin/Justin in the Somerfield on Byres Road. I managed not to throw tomatoes, possibly because he is not as insufferable as the blonde one.

God, my Livejournal is disjointed. My actual, proper writing isn't as ADD as this, by the way. Believe it or not, I can occasionally sustain a train of thought beyond a paragraph. You may have guessed that I don't have much worth writing about in my life at the moment. While Michael's been at work, I've been looking after the flat and cleaning things, or going out for walks. I've been a bit of a hermit. It feels like I have so much to sort out between uni work, our PGCEs and financial stuff, and I've been sitting around trying to work through it.  It's all going at a glacial pace. It's occurred to me that I function much better under some degree of pressure; when I don't have a routine my mind goes to the dogs and I end up not taking proper care of myself. I've started back at the Oxfam bookshop to try and get myself into gear.

Some of you know I am quite fond of the Summer Fruits variety of Robinsons Fruit and Barley. Noting that my current bottle was running low, I went to Somerfields to pick another one up along with some food shopping. After waiting patiently for a woman with a large trolley who was blocking the aisle as she deliberated between the various cola options, I came to find that there were absolutely no bottles of Summer Fruits Fruit and Barley. I may have made a noise aimed halfway between exasperation and ironic despair.

Looking around for a substitute, I picked up a bottle of Robinsons High Juice, which claims to be 50% fruit juice. As for the rest, I presume 49% is sugar and 1% is "laughter". It looked okay; the whole shebang seemed to be marketed as squash for grown-ups, and the bottle was somewhat more aesthetically pleasing than the Fruit and Barley bottle. The flavour? According to the label, apple, strawberry, rasberry and cherry. "Why not live life on the edge and try this slightly different fruit-based concentrate?", I thought. With that, I dawled up to the cash register.

Last night the time came to try my new purchase. How would it taste? Would my beloved Fruit and Barley be usurped by this young upstart of a cordial? In my slightly drunken state, I may not have quite observed the recommended guideline of diluting one part High Juice to four parts water. The concentrate looked kinda weak, so I thought I'd chance it with about a third. As I say, living life on the edge. Then, finally, I drank.

I grimaced. The initial mouthful was watery and seemed tasteless in spite of my generous measurement. Then came the aftertaste, which chilled me to the bone and sobered me up like a slap in the face while walking in the rain and eating a bacon roll. My mouth felt like an orchard had exploded in it, or that perhaps a sugary variation of one of those weird Spanish festivals where they throw tomatoes at each other. "Too much churry!"I exclaimed to nobody in particular. Clearly I wasn't that sober by that point, because I giggled at myself for about 2 minutes afterwards.

I am lame.

EDIT: While I'm on a Tori Amos youtube tip, I really like this performance of Bouncing Off Clouds.

This entry is in no way an attempt to hawk some Sarah McLachlan and Alanis Morissette DVD/CDs.

In terms of a halfway legitimate update: as an English student living in Glasgow, how come I've never watched The Book Group before? Freya advised me to watch it, gently informing me that the character Barney reminded her of me. That would be the "pretentious, drug-addled student" in the IMDB description. I watched the first episode online tonight and I'm already hooked.

I also bought a dongle for my new phone the other day, and have been on a Bluetooth tip ever since. Ah, technology which poses risks to security and will inevitably lead to the downfall of humanity, how I enjoy you.

Hello to you, citizens of Livejournal land! I don't have anything very interesting to report, but here is an update nevertheless.

I have been:

doing plenty of work, of the financially-rewarding variety.

doing absolutely no work of the studying variety because I have no exams this year.

busting fly moves.

writing for my creative writing portfolio.

writing ridiculously formatted livejournal entries and then deleting them.

appreciating the following:
Runaways (see icon);
The League of Gentlemen (particularly series 3 and the Christmas Special);
American Doll Posse;
Perry Bible Fellowship.

Now that's out of the way, it is time to properly reinstate myself as a Livejournal user in the time-honoured fashion.