My goodness, has it really been 15 weeks since I last updated? It always sounds longer in weeks.

I can smell food and it's making me really hungry. It smells kinda like chicken. In fact I think it might just be chicken. *goes to kitchen to ask Dad* Yes it is chicken! My nose wins!

I can't get over the fact that it's nearly Christmas. I haven't been this excited about Christmas in a good few years but I'm getting really giddy and happy about it. For example- I just swung my little brother around the living room saying "It's nearly Christmas!" and then sat him on my lap, put on a deep voice and said "Ho ho ho! And what would YOU like for Christmas young man?"

Seriosuly, I want it to be Christmas like NAO. I want tinsel and coloured lights(I have them in my room all year round but with tinsel it'll make it nice and Christmassy). There won't be as many Christmas cards though, since I no longer attend school and so won't be recieving the obligatory Christmas cards. Although the upside of that is that I don't have to send any either. Except to my friends. Goddammit I want it to be Christmas.

I'm getting more and more annoyed by the prescence of the "Twilight" saga. It's everywhere I go, on every bus and tube advertising space, TV trailers, the internet... And some people I know on Facebook (who know how much I detest the books and films)have taken to tagging me in "Twilight" posters. It's really fucking annoying. See the thing is- I kinda look like Kristen Stewert does in the films, we have a somewhat similar facial structure and with her brown contact lenses I do bear a striking resemblence to her (to the extent that my friend Emma actually believed that it was me in the posters until she saw me and I was like "Uh, no?").
What really bugs me though is the fact that "Twilight" could've been a somewhat decent story. Unfortunatly for us, Stephenie Meyer is a shit writer, one who cannot quit her addiction to the Thesaurus and to adverbs.

I found video footage of me as a wee tot. It was interesting to see how much I've changed since I was about 3. I'm still me though- there's still some traits that I noticed I still have, for example, giggling while running.

I got my letter in the post (and have suddenly noticed that I was unintentionally quoting Amanda Palmer then) from the blood donation people. They sent me a form that I have to fill out and bring with me. It has some very odd questions:
"Were you or your mother born in Central or South America?"
Oddness.

Nao. I'm going off to update my Facebook. Toodle-ooh.

Ew.
Why the f*ck did they have to relate it to that anti-feminist piece of cr*p "saga" (read Stephenie Meyer's sexual fantasy- now with added abusive love interests!).
I don't even know why the hell I'm bleeping myself.
LJ must've gotten really stumped for Writer's Block ideas... how ironic...

Does anyone think that those nice people at WB will ever release the Freakazoid DVDs in region 2 format for us fans in the UK?
We watched that show over here too!!!
Meh, probably not. They probably don't think there's a big enough market for it or something. Which sucks, because that show is probably one of my all-time favourite shows EVER.

In other news, I've become ridiculously fixated on Bill Hicks. He was funny, intelligent, had a great taste in music, obsessed with giving women pleasure, cute- and what happens to him? Pancreatic Cancer. I swear, all the great ones died before I was capable of comprehending them. Jimi Hendrix for example.

I'm trying to donate blood. That makes it sound like I'm running around with blood all over me screaming "TAKE IT! IT'S FOR YOU!" Haha, but seriously I want to give blood. Not because I like needles (I don't) but because it satisfies two things.
1. I want to help people.
2. I want to get over my fear of blood.
(secret reason 3. I want to know my blood type).
Problem is, I was under the impression that there'd be a drive today, but it turns out that the website is totally fail and registered the wrong day. I swear, it's retarded! I was going up and down Borough High Street like a madwoman. Ah well, there's one not far from my house in about two weeks.

I bought Watchmen on DVD. The special two-disk edition shaped like Rorshach's head. It's interesting watching the bonus features. There was stuff about these vigilante groups in New York and the physics behind Dr Manhattan and the Desolation Row MCR music video (that comes up about half an octave higher than normal for some reason. Anyone else notice that music in films and on TV always seems higher-pitched than the CD/MP3 version of the song?)

My bank froze my card for the second time in a month. It's fucking annoying. The first time they did it, they had the decency to ring me up and ask me if I'd made these purchases online. Admittedly, it was 7 in the morning during the holidays, but I can forgive the call centre in India for not knowing what time it is. But this time they haven't said a fucking word! It's been SIX DAYS. I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE TOLD THAT MY CARD HAS BEEN FROZEN BECAUSE THEY THINK SOMEONE STOLE IT. I'm gonna go into my bank tomorrow and scream at them... No I won't. But I'll give them a good telling off for not giving me any notice. How in hell am I supposed to buy Morningwood CDs other than online? THEY DON'T FUCKING SELL THAT BAND'S STUFF IN HMV, OKAY? I'VE FUCKING LOOKED!

My goodness I'm ranting. I hardly ever get to rant. Normally I'm all bottled up and anguished but no, right now I'm unleashing my annoyance upon the hapless internet. Then again I don't tend to express the shit that's bothering me most of the time. I usually just keep it all locked away until my mind can't take it- a bit like that episode of Dexter's Laboratory where his brain goes into overdrive and the people inside his head (who sound suspiciously like Scotty from Star Trek. "I jus' can' do it cap'in!") have to shut him down and he shoves a goldfish down his pants. I really hope I don't have my brain shutdown and stick our pet goldfish (Fishbag) down my knickers.

I feel better in my chest getting all this out. Like a helium balloon is attached to my heart and making it feel a little bit lighter. That's nice.

Molly
xoxo

I had a dozen pointless entries on this journal, so I deleted them and decided to start over.
Maybe, seeing as this is a new first entry, I should introduce myself.

My name is Molly.
I'm 17.
And I like to write.

Simple enough, yeah?

Buh-bye.