How freakin' awesome was that episode of Peep Show!?? My GOD!
Strong!Mark = love.

In regards to another fandom, Drew/Wick is my new OTP, bwahahaha! ^__^
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I meant to do this yesterday, but I must post it now before I forget it:

I had a lovely dream the night before last! I was in America on holiday, and I was staying in a big, beautiful hotel that used to be a mansion on the edge of a huge field. After the first night, I noticed there were some construction workers building a marquee thing not very far away from my hotel. I went and asked them what they were doing, and they said they were setting up for a special outdoor performance for some stand-up comedian. This piqued my interest, obviously, because I'm a comedy fan, but I didn't know who it was.

The day after that, posters were up in the hotel saying that Craig Ferguson was the one who was going to be performing. I got all excited until they said all the seats had already sold out, then I got all sad until they (I don't know who 'they' are, by the way - it's that kind of dream-knowledge you acquire out of nowhere) said that anyone could bring a blanket and grab a spot of grass for free, but it would be very obstructed vision. Of course, that didn't stop me.

At 5am the next day, I got up with my snuggly blanket and started to head to the marquee. On the way out, I met another girl who was also going to the marquee to see Craig - she was ill and tired, but she was determined to go see him anyway, and she had a camera with her. For some reason, I couldn't go back to get mine, so she promised she'd send some of the pics to me through e-mail. We went down there and got a good spot, not too far away from the stage, and chatted for a bit before drifting off to sleep.

I don't fully remember what happened when we woke up, but I'm SURE there was some sort of event. Anyway, Craig came out on stage and started to do his routine, but the microphone was completely dead so he had to go back offstage and wait for the tech guys to fix it before he could start again. Me and the girl (whose name I'm pretty sure was Elizabeth) sneaked around the back to try and get a few pre-show piccies. He saw us and waved us over, and we had a nice chat about...stuff...monkeys might have been involved. Anyway, then one of the tech guys came up and said it was going to be a while, so Craig just sat back and put his arm around me (SQUEE!) and we all chatted for a bit more, whilst Elizabeth took more pictures. Just before he went back onstage, Craig gave both me and Elizabeth a peck on the cheek and thanked us for our company.

When I woke up, my first words of the day were "oh FUCK, I thought that was real!". :'(
One day, dammit...one day I'll meet him...

The odd thing about that dream was that it wasn't only meeting Craig that filled me with happiness, but also meeting Elizabeth. I hope to meet a real 'Elizabeth' one day, she was so unbelievably nice ^_^

Anyway, that's enough of my stupid dream. :)
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I'm starting to realise that I'm going to fail this maths exam...

We've gone over the whole curriculum now, and we're on to practice papers which is good, but it's still taking me forever to figure out what I'm supposed to do for each question - in today's lesson I spent half an hour on question 4, and I definitely would have taken longer if my tutor hadn't helped me out a little. Considering the exam is only an hour and a half, this is pretty bad progress. I'm revising my ass off, I don't know what else I can do.

There's two weeks until the exam. I can keep revising and doing the practice papers. There is nothing else I can do to help myself except hope that something in my brain clicks and it all comes together somehow. *stresses*

Of course, it isn't the end of the world if I don't pass - I can easily retake the exam next year, along with core module 2, although this obviously means a greater workload than if I was just doing core module 2...but if that's what it takes, that's what it takes.

(I still can't stop listening to Riverdance! What the hell is wrong with me!!!)
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I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so bored.

I shouldn't be. I have things to do. But I have no motivation. So I'm bored.

Anyone know of any fun sites that could kill an hour or so?
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I'm continuing on with A Tale of Heroism and fuck me, this chapter is hard!

If anyone would care to lend a hand, I've got a few scraps and ideas written down, I just can't seem to mould them into a coherent lump. >.< I'm gonna be such a good author...
EDIT: Nearly done now :)

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How stupid is this:
At Poole College, you have to apply for student help. Apply for help. Am I the only one who's missing the logic in this? Surely everyone is entitled to help...

Anyways, I've applied for student help, and am having an interview on Monday to see if I qualify. With my labyrinthitis/depression history I should be a shoo-in, but wish me luck!
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This is a totally pointless post, but I feel I must share this because I'm still amazed.
Two days ago, I was having a random conversation with my mum, and we got onto the subject of April Fools' Day (which was the next day). I don't know why, but I said "I bet the weather will be really nice tomorrow. Y'know, as an April Fools joke." Lo and behold, it was gorgeous all day - I had ice in my frigging drink, for crying out loud!
Yesterday evening, mum said "I hope this nice weather continues", and I said "I bet it won't. I bet it was an April Fools joke. Tomorrow will be back to the normal grey, rainy crap." LO AND FREAKING BEHOLD! I woke up and it was grey and overcast, there were a few drops of rain on the windows, and it was so windy we thought the tree by the stables would snap in half. In fairness, that wasn't the "normal" grey, rainy crap - it was a hell of a lot worse - but still!

Okay, I'll stop wasting your time now :) Go, go be productive, good people! xxx
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Not having to work at Somerfield any more is great! I missed sleeping in at the weekends. But today is going to be a very work-y day.

- I've GOT to tidy and clean this room - there's a dirty plate on the chest of drawers, and, worryingly, I can't remember how long it's been there. So that's job number one. DONE!

- Job number two is the essay Judith set me.

- Job number three is to start on my text transformation.

- Job number four is to try and get my original fic posted by tonight.

- Job number five, though it's not really a job, is to watch the final of Dancing on Ice tonight. I can't believe it's all over! The time has gone so quickly... (Yes, I'm a lazy bum!)

Sorry for the boring post, I'm just trying to get my day in order :)
Hope you're all well! x
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I'm quitting Somerfield.

I can't stand the job, my supervisor is a sexist prick who yelled at me for not doing what he didn't tell me to do last night, and Rich's hours have been changed so I'm probably never going to see him again. It's leaving me too tired to do academic work (which is far more important), my fingers are so callous and bloody I can't play my instruments until they've healed, and today my misaligned hip made a hideous crunching noise and I wasn't able to work my final hour, so I have to go in an hour early tomorrow. >.<

Still nothing from Matt...

*sigh* I'm off to meditate until my Simpsons episodes download. Although I probably won't have time to watch any before my Maths tutor gets here.
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*screams* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My fears about who Wilson is dating have been confirmed! *cries*
Why do you do this to me, House writers??? You had weeks during that strike to gets yourselves back on track!!!

EDIT: *ahem* I may be a little more upset by this than is healthy...I punched the keyboard so hard the 'H' key came flying off...now I can't find it...

EDIT 2: Okay, I just watched the episode on YouTube, and I must reluctantly admit...IT RULED!!! That is the most amount of Filson I've seen in one episode since season one's 'Histories' (I shall be iconning like mad!), and even the Cameron storyline was amazing (shock horror). And I just fell in love with Kutner, what with his "I love you" remark. XD
More than makes up for the hideous demon woman's return.
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*cries*

( House M.D. possible spoiler under the cut, and why I'm really upset about it! )

*shakes fist* DAMN YOU, HOUSE WRITERS! You've really let me down this season :'(
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Just bored now. My MSN has died on me, so I'm all lonely :(
Cue pointless rant about stuff I watch (some spoilers):

House M.D.
Does anyone else think season 4 kind of...sucks. Wilson and Cameron have been awesome in it, but Chase has hardly been in it (scandal!) and Foreman's character is just sort of there, not doing very much. And I want more Filson, dammit!!!
I also feel cheated now there has been a case of lupus. -_- IT'S NEVER LUPUS!!!
EDIT: Also, even though I hate the both of them, I really like the pairing 13/Kutner. Which, along with Wilson/Foreman, Cameron/Chase and Cuddy/House leaves Taub all by himself :( But I think he's quite cute, so I'll have him! And Foreman can have him when I borrow Wilson ^_^

Dancing on Ice
I still can't believe Michael has gone! He was my favourite! I was so depressed last Monday :(
Suzanne is now my favourite to win - she's the undersung heroine of DOI. Chris is good, I grant you, but he's praised a little too highly in my opinion.

Alan Carr's Celebrity Ding-Dong
Okay, I'm obviously not an avid watcher of this, because it starts tonight. Just thought I'd randomly mention that I will be watching it, and I hope it's awesome because Alan is one of my all-time favourite comics. ^_^
EDIT: Dang. Missed it. -_-

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Well....I had a great evening, even if I went scarlet at one point ^_^

( Stand-ups are fab! )

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Sooo, I just got back from the dentist after an hour in the chair (two injections, two fillings and a band over the tooth that broke a few weeks ago) and I'm in severe P-A-I-N!

GAH!

I tried to cheer myself up by watching one of my Jimmy Carr DVDs; didn't work.
I tried watching Whose Line; shockingly, didn't work.
I tried watching The Simpsons; didn't work.
I tried licking (because I can't bite) a few segments of Terry's Chocolate Orange; didn't work.
I tried watching some Fresh Prince (my recently rekindled obsession) on this site; it worked. But now the site has stopped working :(

So, basically, I need some way to distract myself from this hideous, throbbing pain. Any suggestions are welcome.
If anyone has any ideas of how to get that sire working again, that'd be even more welcome, because I need to feed my passion for Alfonso Ribeiro :P
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Right, so my birthday pretty much sucked:

Every year on my birthday it has become tradition that our old neighbours come round (my mum's friend Julie and her daughters - and my friends - Rachel and Michelle). For years this was fine, but last year it went a bit downhill after Michelle ran away from home, so all I had to listen to all day (on my 18th birthday) was Julie talking about that. Now, I know it was a hard time for her, and I don't want to appear selfish, but it was the only 18th birthday I had, and it really wasn't fun. On top of that, Rachel and I now have very little in common, so the only thing we could find to do that we both enjoyed was watch The Simpsons in an awkward silence.

This year was even worse - Rachel stayed at her boyfriend's house, so it was just Julie and my parents. I managed to find something worse than watching DVDs on your birthday in an awkward silence: watching DVDs on your birthday all by yourself. By the end of the day I was just plain miserable, and very close to crying. I went to bed early.

It has got better since coming back online, though, largely thanks to the wonderful katri_katri and her lovely Brad icon post ^____^ And my RL mates are coming round tonight, which should be fun.

All my friends have been so great to me, making up for the fact that my family didn't seem to even realise it was my birthday until I reminded them (in my Dad's case, this was literally true).

*hugs to everyone who wished me well* :D
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Went busking with Helen in Wimborne yesterday. It went a bit wrong. Firstly, our spot was taken over by another saxophonist (who was collecting for charity rather than personal gain, which made us feel incredibly guilty). So we went to the Minster for a sit down and a chat, when a bagpipist started playing in the square. I tell you, nothing kills a fun conversation at Christmas like fucking bagpipes. Then this guy walked past who looked exactly like a spy - he had a long, beige coat on, one of those black hats that spies always wear, and a cigarette; Helen joked that he had come along to assassinate the bagpipist, and at that exact moment he started looking at the tower of the Minster...as though it was a good place for a gunsight. We could not stop laughing!

Anyway, when the saxophonist finally left, we played some Christmas duets for about an hour. You'd think around this time of the year people would be really generous. But no. Completely the opposite. We ended up with just over £6 each (rather than the usual £15 or so). We're going to try again in Poole tomorrow - bigger town and on Christmas Eve...SURELY the purse-strings will loosen!

On the way back home, I saw a sign just before some traffic lights. I kid you not, it said:

MOTORISTS:
STOP WHEN THE
LIGHT IS RED

...No shit! Have people really become so thick that they need to be told what the prittie lights mean!? I haven't even passed my theory exam yet, and even I know you stop when the light is red, for fuck sake!

Anyway, I shall leave you now. I'm only posting because I can't sleep from the excitement of Xmas and my birthday and I need to tire myself out.
Nighty nightm everybody! x
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It's been exactly one year since Lauren sent me the clip of Ryan hitting his head against Drew's desk. This marks one year of me being totally obsessed with Whose Line. And it's been quite a year!

( Sess: Whose Line groupie 2006-present )
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I am single, and I shall remain single.

No, I'm not bitching, I'm swearing off relationships. I'm not going to dwell on any romantic feelings (except, of course, the all important celebrity crushes!).

Sess needs to focus on herself in 2008, get healthy, buckle down and achieve great things. *nod*

Hope everyone is okay :)
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Sorry I haven't been updating much. I've had quite a lot on, mostly being drained by the depression medication; it's getting much, much better now, though, so hopefully I'll be more active leading up to Christmas :)

In some other news, I've decided to create an icon journal - I know I probably don't make enough to justify a seperate journal, but...it just irks me when I see icons in amongst my regular posts. Dunno why. So I'm making a seperate journal for icons for my own sanity ^_^ Haven't decided on a name yet...any ideas would be welcome :)

Umm...I think that's all the updates I've got for now, so I'll sign off.
Hope you're all well! *hugs*

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HI GUYS!
I know I haven't been around much lately...this is due to family issues (which I'll discuss later in a f-locked post) aaaaaand...

MY NEW OBSESSION!!!
How much do I love this man?


The answer: a lot.

I dunno, I just think he's awesomely funny, adorably cute and suavely sexy, and he really is good fodder for slash, especially on 8 Out Of 10 Cats and the Big Fat Quizzes.

This leads me nicely on to pimping my new community, britpanelslash, a slash community for British panel shows. A lot of you ony me flist are Whose Line groupies, and you may be interested in it, as Clive Anderson, Greg Proops, Tony Slattery, Stephen Fry and Paul Merton are all in the interests.

So...yeah. Really nothing else of interest has happened to me in the last few days...so I'm gonna stop talking!
Ciao!
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