This staying awake for great long periods of time - like 6 minutes - is hard.  Tomorrow. I swear.

I am out.  This is a placeholder to tell you that.

Ignore and conyinue with your lives!

So, while I am geeking out with X-Philes at Leicester Square, I thought I’d leave you something to watch.  I thought long and hard about it and decided on something serious and educational…

But then!  A delicious post on Whedonesque pointed out to me that Dr Horrible is back online for free!

En-freakin’-joy!  See you tomorrow!

Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s waiting for Wednesday to be here, maybe it’s the fact that I’m feeling a bit useless at the moment, maybe it’s the fact that I am stepping out of my comfort zone, maybe it’s the fact that I have a really busy day tomorrow and all I want to do it sleep, or maybe it’s the fact that I couldn’t even hit double figures when watching University Challenge tonight but holy God, I’m antsy tonight.

If I was not living with my parents tonight would be one of those nights when my iPod and I would go for a walk and a gaze somewhere… Y’know, if I wasn’t in the middle of the countryside and felt in any way safe in this damn town…

I feel oh so very unorganised right now.

But I think I’ve just spotted my special handbag.

God, I need some time on my own!

I know, it’s terrible blog keeping but,yes, this is a second lazy post in a row.  I stole borrowed it from Adena @ Lunatic Ramblings where I have lurked for a long long time, and of course the gorgeous Hilly.

The Rules a la Hilly are:

1. Put your mp3 player or music player on your computer on random.
2. Post the first four lines from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song (Skip repeat artists).
3. Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
4. Don’t fucking cheat, you Google whores!

Okay - here’s mine:

1. Coercing or leaving
Shutting down and punishing
Running from rooms, defending
Withholding, justifying

2. Standing on the edge of the cliff
And I’m thinking it through my mind
I’m afraid that I’m about to slip
Because my body is out of time

3. Clean as a whistle
Smelling like a rose
She got no dirty little fingers
Bloodshot eyes are gone

4. It’s just one more day
No one said
There would be rain again
Won’t blame it on myself

5. Stand up
You’ve got to manage
I won’t sympathize
Anymore

6. I cant see you mama
But I can hardly wait
Ooh to touch and to feel you mama
Oh I just cant keep away

7. Hey girl
Is he everything you wanted in a man
You know I gave you the world
You had me in the palm of your hand

8. When I’m with you baby, I go out of my head
And I just can’t get enough, I just can’t get enough
All the things you do to me and everything you said
And I just can’t get enough, I just can’t get enough

9. Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right

10. Any dolt with half a brain
Can see that human kind has gone insane
To the point where i don’t know if I’ll upset the status quo
If I throw poison in the water main.

11. I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

12.I don’t think that kindness is a weakness,
I don’t have a problem with compassion,
Tell me what you’re thinking?
Would you like to be so high?

13. So I said I’m on the roam so I need a car
And I know that I’m getting alive
And I say I got faith and a season
And I say that’s where I’m going to

14. Oh Mario, sit here by the window
Stay here ’til we reach Idaho
And when we go
Hold my hand on take-off

15. As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicon hump
And your ten inch stump

16. Well I’ve got a secret, I cannot say
Blame modern movement to give it away
You’ve got something I understand
Hold it in tightly, call on command

17. You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you

18. And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We’ve travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game

19.Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks

20. Whose song is that remembered?
At random, surpenting
Throught fatty coils, emerging
Some other thought it’s thinking

And we’re back to assuming iTunes hates me, and then loves me and then isn’t sure about me!  Guess below… well it’s something to fill the time!

I have had a thoroughly lazy day.  I spent most of it in bed and then outside doing nothing much but pottering around.  I read some (okay one) of my feeds and then watched some X-Files and then some more… A girl’s gotta prepare, y’know!

Luckily the one feed I read gave me a perfect thing for today’s post.  (Thank you, Geeks Are Sexy!) for this is the Lazy Bloggers Post Generator!  Most of you probably, at least, know about it.  But today I am using it… and here is my ‘generated’ post for the day!  Hey, it’s not award winning writing by any stretch, but it was definitely the level of humour that my brain was at today!

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Holy Blog Of Doom, Batman! I just opened mine eyes, and lo! I have not updated this since Hammertime was in the charts… You would not believe that I’d been abducted by aliens. But I’m sorry you’ll just have to take my word for it..

I am flat out like a lizard drinking with responding to fanmail, being distracted by the shiny, just generally being a delightful mistress to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day seems to be packed from the second I am woken by murderous Teletubbies to never. I am not being a whinging Pom or anything. as well you should know.

I swear on the bones of my ancestors I will write something that makes sense soon. You wanna test me? Don’t hold your breath though, you’re likely to turn blue.

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Seriously, though, can anyone post for me on Wednesday?

Doing the post at Karl’s yesterday was like hanging out of a 50 storey window while tied to a really good bungey rope - scary as all hell but not going to kill you. Good times, and I don’t think I broke his blog!

It was a day off for me all over, so I did a very ‘day off’ thing and went to the beach.

Near me is Blackpool, famous for being cheesy and a little bit trash.  Just down the coast is St Annes which is a much nicer town, and has a better beach.  It’s usually not too crowded and I fancied just a little peace and quiet.

And that’s what I got.  Yes, there were people about but they were all right up at the top near the dunes, and yes there were donkeys.

I was on the pier for a while but standing on a pier looking out over sand… on your own… is not only not romantic… it’s a little sad… and the elderly couples were giving me weird looks and wigging me out so I looked out to the sparkly ocean and decided that before going to catch my train home I would go to the edge.  It was a fair distance, but sometimes you just have to go and touch the sea.

The wind was warm and blowing straight in from the water and I let my hair down so that it could fly free.  That was kind of the moment I realised I am in desperate need of a haircut.

Walking down I saw families and couples but no one else appeared to be a single stroller,  but for once I didn’t care.  It felt good, the sand beneath my feet, the salt air filling my lungs…  Actually the salt air was a bit much, having not eaten anything all day and breathing deep I felt a little sick… but in a good way.  Ahhh, I didn’t care.  I was just being… and the world was getting further and further away.

As I was passing the jetty I noticed the time and realised that I would have to turn around and go back now if I was going to make my train… but the sea was… still so very far away but it looked so inviting.

There’s always another train but who knew when there was going to be another day like this.

I mean, what was up with the weather - it was perfect!  Like it was summer or something!

And the jetty had a church thing going on.  This has nothing to do with anything else but… look, seriously… okay, tilt your head to the side and squint with one eye.

See it?  Okay.  It was the heat getting to me then.

Oh, side note.  I wasn’t really planning on beach walking… well, I was but it had been so long since I had walked on a beach I had forgotten what walking on a beach was like, and had things from movies in my head - you know where it is sand sand sand sand then a gently lapping water line so I though jeans and Sketchers were fine.

Mmmm.  No.

Feet wet, jeans wet a lot… and I still hadn’t reached the line.  Yes, I know if your feet are disappearing under water you’ve probably reached the ’sea’ but there was still ’sand’ in my photos… and it was one of those ‘I’ve come this far…’ times.

There was water all around me and I was starting to really think about things - the way my life has been recently with the health crap and the job crap.  I felt like a time to breathe deep.

I need to find a place near the sea.  Because then I can just walk out of my front door and see this, and not have to catch trains covered in annoying and sugared-up kids.

The beach should always be this way.

I got to the sea (ruined my favourite pair of Sketchers (they have been washed twice since and are still… something…)

I stood at the edge and just let myself be in the moment, gazing out at the thing which separates us, and joins us together.  And, do you know something?  I realised that…

Designed by the altogether too talented Dave2 @ Blogography.com

Back tomorrow with excitement… or something!

Oh, hang on!  I knew there was a thing!  Can anyone guest post for me on Wednesday 30th?

Oh how I wish there was an automatic filter on the entire internet I could set up - like a NannyGuard - but instead of not letting me see the wide variety of adult entertainment, it culd keep me away from everything X-Files.  I want to go into this film having only seen the trailers… which I did try to avoid but then the devil inside me blundered over and watched.  (And ooo, there’s a new one.

httpv://www.youtube.com/v/hbB1078qrAE

Did they really just use the word ’sexy’ to describe an X-Files movie?!?)  And with it being released in the US tomorrow the insanity is going to reach ridiculous levels of nutsness.

And yes nutsness is a word.

I haven’t wanted to avoid anything in a long time - usually I try to avoid things but not really.  I avoid through one eye, turned slightly to the side and avoid looking at it in the mirror.

Dammit.  America - enjoy!  I will be kicking it with celebrities next week…

Speaking of which I got the details email today and it says it’s smart/casual dress.

Double dammit!  I can do ’smart’ and I can do ‘casual’ but smart casual?!  My black dress may be a little too smart for smart casual but the trousers/top thing I never get right.  I always look like I’m about to go to work… or that I’m deliberately NOT wearing jeans.

Now I will be on the smart/casual tightrope in a high wind.  Bugger it.  I will either wear the black dress or… just close my eyes and dive into my wardrobe and pull out the first thing.

Oh God.

That was a post about clothes.  See distraction technique-ing is turning me into a girl!

Oh, tomorrow I’m guest-posting at Karl’s.  Please go over there and comment.  Make me feel loved.  Was this a pathetic plea for attention?

Yes.

So my plans for the day got cancelled and shifted and the weather was… rrrrrrrrrubbish so I decided to not go to St Annes.  So, my walk on the beach on Thursday.  Hear that weather Gods?  I would like good weather on Thursday.  The annoying thing about it is that the schools in the area all close today or tomorrow so there will be… y’know… kids… around.  I’m hoping that they are all taken to sunnier climes by their loving parents and I get some of the dunes to myself… Just for a couple of minutes… Please.

Speaking of schools - Mum’s broke up today with a traditional setting off of the fire alarm by some little scrote.  Why do kids do this?  What is funny about it?  I remember at uni, when living in halls, there wasn’t a week that went by without the alarm being set off in the middle of the night.

We’d all have to gather outside, dressed in pyjamas, dressing gowns and covered in duvets and blankets while we waited for the not ever cute fire brigade to show up.  There was always the couple who would be caught inflagrante delicto, and the more drunk ones would usually be naked and flashing.  Others would always bring a bottle of two.  There was usually a bottle of wine floating around - it was one of the reasons people kept corkscrews by the door.

Yeah, it was that kind of hall.

God, I miss those times.

Yeah, it’s a little tangently nostalgic here today.