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The name of the game is to tag and tell. You can, if you so desire, eliminate questions you don't care for and replace them with your own. Hehe. Tag at will.

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So the name of the game:
"Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 random things, facts, goals, or habits about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names, why you chose them. Don't forget to leave them a comment (you're it!) and to read your blog for instructions. You can't tag a person who has tagged you."

1. I hate cherries. I hate cherries so fucking much. I hate the way they look. I hate the way they smell. If it's a strong enough smell, I gag. Srsly. I HATE THE WAY THEY TASTE. If I catch even a hint of cherry flavor, oh son, it has seen the last of me. >:O

2. I really am a hermit.

3. I am twenty one years old and I still shamelessly live in the dorms when I'm on my home campus. I love having everyone at hand. It's soooo convenient.

4. I buy a charm for every one of my cell phones.

5. I am an English major, yet my favorite word is still 'fuck.' :)

6. R says that when I read, I'm very expressive. *shrugs* Lol, J1 is now contributing by saying that I throw myself fully into the story. "You can watch a youtube video and freely shed a tear because it's a sad video. You read a funny part in a story and laugh and laugh. I love how you get so into it!"

7. I talk to the Buddha image on my bag. All the time. Conversationally.

8. I discovered tonight that Joey Comeau is kind of a big deal

9. J1 + girlfriend = me being pissy. I hate Hoi. >:(

10. I do not want to leave London. I do not want to leave London so much I kind of don't want to go to Paris, the city of my heart. I feel like the first few days in Paris, I'm going to mourning like I've lost a lover. I don't want to leave! Fuck! I've met so many amazing people here. I love walking down the street to do my grocery shopping and realizing, Hey, fuck, I live in London fucking England. Shit. How awesome, man?! I love taking a stroll and all of sudden there's a little nugget of a church tucked in behind the garden and street sign. I love being drunk as shit in Leicester Square at three in the morning and then catching a night bus and singing 'Life is a Highway' at the top of my lungs with my companions. I love being able to dress like shit, looking like shit, knowing that the people who see me today will never remember me or see me ever again. I love getting fish and chips from the sweetest man in the world on Endell Street at midnight. I love being an hour away from the rest of Europe. Fuck.

I'm not tagging anyone because 1) that's fucking annoying and 2) I wasn't tagged lol.

20 Lines from Songs
Shamelessly stolen from </a></strong></a>alwaysasnapefan :D

1. Find lyrics to 20 of your favorite songs (or however many). No soundtracks, please!
2. Paste them here, a few subsequent lines to represent every song.
3. Anyone who guesses correctly gets their name put after the lyric chunk along with the song's name and artists's name.
4. Guesses of other lyrics, a substantial amount of them, count if the commenter doesn't know the song's name or the artist's name

And now for some waffling. Not just waffles, mind, I'm actually waffling. I do not want to look up a bunch of crap for one of my classes because being in London has made me a lazy cow. So I'm going to tell you about my weekend thus far.

Friday, blah. You heard about it. Booked trip to Wales. Apparently missed phone text from Kye.

Ran to bus stop with handy little backpack bumping along. Sat down next to an Argentinian woman named Melissa. V. sweet girl. Read book. Fell asleep. Woke up as we crossed dem borderz. Declared it Caturday in Wales. Stared avidly out of the window. Got to Cardiff. Kept staring out the windows. Noticed new text msg. Answered it before realizing it had been sent yesterday. *sighs at self*

Cardiff reminds me of a smaller, slightly quainter London. They seem to love that bay, though, because the buildings on the docks all have huge, rather interpretative, metal birds on them. o_O Saturday there was a game between Italy and somebody at the Millenium Stadium (gods, don't skewer me if that's not its name), so half the roads were blocked from traffic, yet the air still sounded of agressive honking. Went to see the castle. Was brilliant, of course. Something about Cardiff; all I can come up with to describe the castle is quant and comfortable. I then made my way down to the park next door, the Bute Park, and ate lunch with a swan. It wanted to try some of my tobacco, but I told him it wasn't very good for him, and he left. :(

From there we went north to Caerphilly to see its castle. On the way I peed a little because the guide pointed out "Ffynnon Garw." I put it in quotation marks because that isn't its real name. That would be Garth Mountain. Cheeky. The village below it, however is called Ffynnon Taf, so perhaps that's where the fictional name came from. The guide insisted that the story was absolutely real and that it was a favorite bedtime story when he was a kid.

Got to Caerphilly late. Only got to look around briefly before the castle closed. However, it's in the middle of the streetways, so it's not like it was 'Oh noes! Now I'll never see the castle!' Yeah, I totally walked around it several times and examined from afar. I count that as a visit. *nods* Also bought another camera. *grins* My first digital camera. It was more money than I'm comfortable spending on myself in one go, but it was so fucking worth it for this little Japanese prince. His name is Hiro, short for Hiroshi. *pets* I ruv new shiny.

Today I got up in a cranky ass mood. Snapped at everyone, especially J1 because it felt good when she said something in retatliation that irritated me even more and I could snap at her some more. Nothing was working the way I wanted it to. Nothing. I'm getting irritated just thinking about it.

Went to Buddhist temple. Talked to a Buddhist nun. I won't go into details because they're unimportant here. What is important is that I felt better leaving. Will surely return.

Came home. Felt even better. Called camera shop to see about fixing my Tamron lens. Will take it in tomorrow. Mailed off postcard. Got on computer. Screwed around. Am now waffling in broken sentences liek whoa. *sighs* Still don't want to do "Goblin Market" or Othello crap.

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*Bows to you* That's it, let loose your slasher self. Thou art a true slasher. Go forth with thine member and slash thy goodness into the hearts of the slash deprived. Take a bow and show off thine badge with honour