H'okay, I should really not be posting now, seeing as I am nominally in the middle of my Greek prose composition that I really, really need to finish by tomorrow if I intend to meet all my deadlines but I'm also on a massive sugar high and thus my judgment is critically impaired (as in to the point where jokes like 'swine flu - hey does that mean the pigs flew?' become hysterically funny). So yes, microwave brownie-in-a-mug with syrup + endorphins from the evening run = THE BEST THING EVER (and yes, I do realise that running + syrup brownies of death is possibly defeating the object, hence why the twice-weekly run is now becoming a thrice-weekly run starting tomorrow morning).

Went to the cinema and saw 'The State of Play' last night.Helen Mirren has the most AMAZING 'what is this fuckery' expression I have EVER had the pleasure of seeing; I want it iconed so very, very badly. The rest of the film was alright, bar some epic plothole fail (though nothing that I really noticed until thinking about it afterwards). It's not a brilliant film but it's decent enough. The most important thing I took away from it - film trailers, namely 'Public Enemies': JOHNNY DEPP AND CHRISTIAN BALE FACE-OFF, THERE IS NO PART OF THAT THAT IS NOT AWESOME. OR HOT. I am going to see that film if it's the last thing I do. And Star Trek. And the new Terminator film that's coming out, because again, Christian Bale. Not that I'm shallow or anything...

Also I should probably let you guys know that I'm basically going to be on a semi-hiatus for the next 6 weeks, because this term has a killer workload and for the moment it's taking literally all my time just to keep up with deadlines and strive vainly for the semblance of a life (and, for the most part, fail). Thus fandom participation will be sporadic for a while, and also I FAIL AT ANSWERING COMMENTS, SORRY! I DO LOVE AND ADORE YOU ALL THOUGH.

That said I have still managed to knock up the tentative beginnings of a prologue for the epic mythology fic, in which Zeus et al have to relocate from Olympus to Ben Nevis (oh, I amuse myself). And there's 1,500 words of semi-porny Merlin/Morgana knocking round on my hard drive somewhere that I'd hoped to have finished by now before uni ate my life. And M/A hooker AU fic. And all those other fics. Damn. I need to start finishing things. But I have no tiiiiiime. *whines like a whiny thing*

Yeah, this is likely the closest you will ever see me to drunk-or-otherwise-under-the-influence!posting; you have no idea how many typos I had to correct. I will so regret this later. Sugar, how I love thee.

A couple of things that made my day today:

- Went for an evening run for the first time in a long time, which gave me a nice feeling of well-being (and yay, endorphins!)

- Had an impromptu foam-fight over the washing-up after dinner, because you know, I'm not in any way, shape or form a sensible functioning adult ;p

Other than that I'm just feeling really tired and swamped with work, and there are about 30 tabs open in my browser with fic and posts that I don't have time to read, so, short post is short. Now, sleep, that would be a good idea...

I really wish that the university Classics faculty would actually learn to communicate with each other and stop scheduling core lectures that clash. As it stands a few of us are going to have to draw up some kind of complicated table to make sure that there's at least one of us in every lecture to take notes and get handouts. Annoying.

Anyway, I'm done with my lovely welcome-back-to-a-new-term exams, which were rather failtastic to say the least. I'm not at all looking forward to getting those results back, but I've had enough time to dull the pain with judicial application of friends, pizza and The Princess Bride (♥!).

You know, I'd somehow managed to forget how ridiculously fun that film is (I need to get hold of the book). Inigo! Vizzini! The Rodents Of Unsusal Size! Humperdinck in all his campy glory, and oh how fantastically campy he is, it's a wonder Buttercup was ever taken in by that marriage business; she really isn't the brightest of young women. Ah, the last time I watched that film I was too young to get the 'never get involved in a land war in Asia' line but, oh, Vizzini, how my love for you increases. I even love the painfully obvious painted backdrops and the really cheesy music. That film just is my childhood.

Also, randomly: my new ambition in life is to buy all the soundtracks to Battlestar Galactica. Bear McCreary, you, sir, are a god.

Today has been a day alternately of awesome and of fail. I went out clothes shopping for the first time in a long time and managed to find the two most gorgeous dresses known to man. This was awesome. My mum also owed me a belated nineteenth birthday present, so she bought them for me. This was even more awesome, and I spent an inordinate amount of time prancing gleefully around in changing rooms. One of the dresses has this lovely close-fitting corset-ish bodice-y top (marvel at my descriptive prowess) that does amazing, godly things to my figure. I ♥ it so much. Also, somehow I now seem to be able to fit into a (UK) size 10. How this happened I do not know, but I am not complaining.

So that was all of the good, and then I came home to find to my surprise and delight that I had just been set Latin unseen translation homework, due in for 6.00 on Sunday. I have exams on Thursday and all of Friday. Term does not even start until Monday. I do not approve of this fuckery. Oh, sweet holiday, farewell.

Anyway, how much do I love that DW lets me have up to 200 icons? And that I can upload 43 of them at one time? Very, very much. I did try to tell my brain that no, really, I do not need 15 different icons for any single character, no matter how well Arthur lends himself to suggestive captions; my brain politely disagreed.  So now I have 135 icons. They are shiny. I think I have an unhealthy addiction.

I think I'm going to try importing my LJ over soon; I'll probably keep it private and then figure out how many of my old entries I want hanging round on DW (and how many I can read without cringing at my adolescent wangst) at some later date when I'm feeling less lazy. Out of curiosity, how is everyone else planning on handling this? Are people leaning more towards blank slates or are you thinking more along the lines of effectively duplicate journals? Decisions, decisions.

....and now I realise a new journal means that I have to devise a witty tagging system. Curses.

EDIT: This cross-editing thing is so amazing! It's like ~magic~. *easily entertained by shiny new features* It makes me want to sit around playing games of now-you-see-it, now-you-don't whilst not even logged in to LJ, laughing maniacally over my keyboard. That could just be me, though.