I fucking love Neighbours. I can't stand Eastenders at all, but I love Hollyoaks and Neighbours. I like my soaps trashy, unrealistic and chock full of melodrama. I like plane crash tragedies, people faking their own deaths, serial womanisers with one leg, and people missing presumed dead who turn up with memory loss working for the Salvation Army. I like ridiculous teenage drug addicts, late night specials where date rapists get impaled in abandoned fair grounds, schemeing evil wives, and closet gay priests. Who doesn't?

I also have a massive girl crush on Libby Kennedy. I grew up watching the Kennedy family, and my first boy crush was on young Billy. Remember when he asked everyone to call him Bill because it sounded more grown up? Heh, yeah. And my first girl crush? Libby. She's like the amazing older cousin you looked up to as a kid, who always seemed so clever and strong and beautiful and you could never be convinced otherwise, even when she was babysitting in her jogging bottoms and burning your dinner. Even now, I adore her. She can do no wrong.

JKRs prequel-type thing was cool. ( Cut for spoilers )

I also devoured Supernatural: Origins, the graphic novel prequel that follows John Winchester's hunt for the thing that killed his wife. ( Cut for more spoilers! )

ETA: And now I am going to do my ironing and watch the tennis and this makes me very happy indeed. Yay tennis!

I lost half an article in a computer spaz out at college today and had to type it again. I was so frustrated/irate/destraught that I stopped trying to make an effort not to swear in class. At the end of the day my tutor told me to get a swear box.

Do I really swear that much? I don't even notice it, but I think I hardly get through a sentence without swearing nowadays. I have no idea why it's so bad. But I really let rip today... I was so angry with myself and on the verge of tears after I lost my work that I really turned the air blue. Especially when some people from a news class walked in when we were all working. The classroom is off the common room so people just walk in to use the computers and don't seem to notice when we're actually in the middle of a lesson. I actually did that really horrible "yeah, okay, we're actually in a fucking lesson if you wouldn't fucking mind?" thing. The poor embarassed girl legged it... although at the time I wanted to punch her for making a noise when I was trying to concentrate.

This pretty much sums up the relationship between news and magazine journalists, I think. Certainly at our center anyway.

Fuck a fucking swear box, though. Fuck it up its fucking arse.

I wrote my article in the end though. It's meant to be aimed at a business audience, so I wrote about the Beijing Olympics and about how we shouldn't boycott it because it's fucking hypocitical and besides, we don't want to give anyone ideas about boycotting ours in 2012. Oh and blah, morals, blah, leading by example, blah.

I don't agree with China's human rights back catalogue, and I don't agree with their actions in Tibet, but I don't agree with the war on terror either, so who am I to be jumping on them "they're soooooo much worse than us!" bandwagon.

On a lighter note, I have been listening to some really good new albums lately, which I would like to recommend you.

The Raconteurs' second album, Consolers of the Lonely, is better than their first. It's less pop hits and more The White Stripes. Let me explain. The drums are wilder, the song formats are less conventional, and there's more of a retro 70s-rock feel to the whole thing. There's also a nice country/folk influence that adds depth. Broken Boy Solider was alright, but a bit too safe and no where near dark enough for my tastes.

Blood Red Shoes- Box of Secrets was a super long awaited first full length album release, but now that it's here it's sure to be the cream of the indie rock releases for this year. A more garage punk influenced indie sound with louds of stuff that'll sound sweet on the dancefloor as well as some nice vocals. I'm not much of an indie conoisseur so that's all I feel I can really say... Suffice to say it's good shit.

I also had a listen to Camille's new album whose title I forget. It's sort of Goldfrappy, slightly off-kilter stuff. Some beautiful, husky vocals and some good hooks as well as unconventional sounds looped in there. Camille's obsession with her ability to hit the kind of high notes Mariah Carey would be envious of gets a little bit annoying though, as does her cutesy, "French Karen O" schtick. Having said that, there are a couple of really lovely, enduring songs on here!

OH also I updated my Rainlendar desktop calendar with some cute new skins. I now have one that's, okay, French, but displays a different piece of sushi on my desktop every month. How cute is that?!

Le sigh. Break over. Back to work. I have three more articles to finish today!

Dean is the worst name ever. It sounds like bean.

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WHY CAN'T I CONCENTRATE?

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I have an itchy boob.

I'm supposedly revising. I drank a STUPID amount of Red Bull this evening in an attempt to stay awake and alert long enough to soldier through my incredibly boring shorthand revision tape, where some old geezer drones on in a monotone about football club groundshares at fifty words a minute and I have to resist the urge to a) write in longhand, b) fall asleep, or c) stab myself in the ears with mr biro. My problem is that the Red Bull didn't kick in and I dozed off a bit, so I turned on Planet Rock (my one working DAB radio station that isn't birds chirping infuriatingly- thank God it was one of the classic rock stations! They're the only reason I bought the damn thing!) and suddenly WHAM! the 'Bull hits me with enough force to have me jittering at my desk. Damn those uber cans of Red Bull! I'm now too hyped up to concentrate on anything anymore!

I just emailed the radio DJ. I must be REALLY procrastinating.

I want to write stories about a female PI. I want to read the second collected issue of Y- The Last Man because the first part was pretty good. I want to finish reading The Testament of Gideon Mack because I like it but I have no idea where it's going. I want a spring roll.

Damn Red Bull.

My DAB signal is terrible in the flat here. Bethnal green is rubbish for reception, I have decided. We have combated this on the TV by getting Sky, but I miss my DAB! I can only get a few channels here, including Planet Rock, Virgin Xtreme and Birdsong. Hah! Not good enough! I miss Arrowrock, and Magic! I might have to look into getting a booster. I'm not sure how they work but anything that will improve my signal is desperately needed.

I spent this evening mostly practising my shorthand (at which I am still fairly terrible) and doing one of those blackhead remover nose strip thingies, which was totally gross and absolutely satisfying. Take THAT pores!

What else? I'm on work experience at the moment which I'm enjoying so far. OH and how much do I love that Neighbours is on at seven on Five Life? I teared up at that advert with Harold welcoming me back to Ramsey Street... You know, the one where he laments that us students grew up and had to do grown up things at half five, only now we can watch after our tea at seven! I'd link to it but a quick google reveals nothing...

Erm, that's pretty much it. Time for bed now, I feel. My recent obsession with CSI:NY has taken me into season four, which I'm trying to catch up with at the moment... but it's eating up all my spare time! I'm obsessed! I have loads of stuff to do for college so I'm trying to be really strict with myself at the moment but it's not easy, by any means. Aargh.

I have LJ tourettes, this post is rubbish.

Oh crap, and my paid account expired!