Ianto is civilisation. End of.

I have internet! Better yet, fast internet! I have show tunes! I have hot chocolate! I have just finished a questionable book that had me in stitches and now I ache all over! In short, all is well in the world.

Now I shall ramble about all the amusement of my full internet deprived days (though Jasper did really well, kudos). So be warned, this is the deep breath before the plunge.

Start with the flailing, shall we? [Ha. Start. Who am I kidding? Does it ever end?]

Okay. Simply, okay. Has anyone seen the new 'The Who' inspired Converse?

I am overcome by a wave of severe WANT. When I saw the ad in AP, I turned to my father and earnestly brandished it at him - I must have these chucks. It's imperative to survival of my converse collection that they are acquired. Glragagrhrhrh *grabby hands* I wish I could say it wasn't so lame, but it was. I. Want. Them. They better not be an utter let down in person like those 'Ramones' inspired ones were. That was a disappointment and a half. I hope they come out here, I at least want to stroke them a bit!

Conclusion #1: My addiction to converse is disturbing.

Now, AP magazine. Ah AP. I never know what quite what to do with you. Here's one of their descriptions for some or other band, "post-hardcore, art-metal." Come on guys, what is that? That's not a genre or a descritpion. You're just stringing words together that sound vaguely like something. I kind of feel like Simon Amstell over Noel Fielding - "With a pair of scissors made of glitter?"

But anyway, genre bending aside. I only got it cause Green Day's on the cover *strokes* My mum saw it on the couch and just groaned. So the cycle starts again. I sense I'm going to start buying music magazines again fairly frequently as both Green Day and MCR will be releasing albums, and I can never walk by a cover boasting them. I only really flick through them though. This is the most-anticipated of '09 issue and has an insane shot of Chiodos where Craig is half skeletized. It's quite creepy...creepy cool, of course. There's Cobra Starship looking Cobra Starshippy. Envy On The Coast, which should make Abs happy in the least. Ugh, Paramore *suppresses shudder* Panic. Wait, what? Panic? Panic are releasing another album already? Please, please let it be the hiphop one! Followed swiftly by disco! Come ooooon! It'll be so amusing! Ooooh, Say Anything and TBS, huzzah. Its almost enough to get you excited about the scene again. Bless.

Conclusion #2: There is hope for some excitement yet.

My free time has been divided between movie watching and Doctor Who watching. More of the latter, perhaps unsurprisingly. Chalked up the end of season 1 starting with 'The Empty Child' the other night. That kid still creeps me out. Anyway, poor Oreo was sleeping on the couch next to me and I startled the hell out of her with my involuntary flailing after the re-generation. I just can't help it, it's a natural response. Gaaaaaaah. I'm gonna miss Ten sooooo very much. The extreme levels of GLEE he inspires is just unbelievable.

Conclusion #3: David Tennant is LOVE.

Today I dragged myself out of bed at 7 - I KNOW, the horror - and headed off to uni. Blah. The thought of having to do this again every week from next Tuesday is greatly detrimental to my will to live. But anyway. I got there relatively early and so the bored peer support kids had to stop their party planning for a second and slap a sticker on my student card. Job done. I was highly amused watching the poor first years wandering around looking confused. Lots of indie boys. If there was any chance they were actually going to be in my stupid lectures, I might have been intrigued by the eye-candy. As it is, the only uni-related thing that truly amuses me is the e-mail I got from J. Harkness. I am certain that this will never get old. I seriously grin like a loon every time. I must just still be on his email list cause it was just a chain forward, but I do so hope he's doing honours this year, just so I can keep receiving these little unexpected emails. I wonder if he realises, surely he must. He writes sci-fi! He can't not know.

Conclusion #4: Uni is still the same old, same old, and I am still too easily amused.

Of course, I don't go to uni in the city for no reason. Shopping to be had! Don't think I go for the education. Ridiculous! Oh the winter clothing is out. Boots! Jackets! Love! Just Jeans have some stunning sets, and Sportsgirl has turned into Topshop. They have tights. Proper, variety, crazy tights. I am greatly enthused by this. Sadly, I'm still saving atm so no purchases were made other than the nerdy kind. Got Almost Perfect, American Gods and a soundtrack. I had to walk home from the station but I barely noticed since I dived into the damned Torchwood book pretty much the minute I got it. Picture me, if you will, walking down the street, head in the book, listening to Bloc Party, and nearly getting run over three times. Always classy. The book is just...oh god. I don't even know. I still don't know if it's just wrong or utterly hilarious. I love reading these books. It's complete visceral entertainment, it takes me little time to read and requires nothing of me but to sit back and enjoy. This one though is complete and utter crack fiction. Still, it had me in hysterical fits of laughter 99% of the time. The guy behind me on the train actually moved cause my spasms of supressed laughter must have alarmed him. Even the chapter headings amused me. I am in love with them - 'Ianto is more important than static cling'; 'Gwen and Ianto get a shopping montage'; 'Mozart is sponsored by Cholestria'; 'Captain Jack has killed the wabbit, killed the wabbit'; or my personal favourite, 'Ianto Jones could teach you, but he'd have to charge'. That is just so my high school days, right there in that sentence. God that song drove me mad. I constantly wanted to shoot people who started signing or playing it. Memories!

'What's unique about Jack?' asked Ianto. 'We need something we can track him by.'
'Oh, you can't track smugness,' said Gwen.

I was slightly unimpressed by Ianto's descent into bitchiness and girliness as it neared the end. Come on, you're so much better than that! Not to mention stupid Jack...what are we going to do with that man? Sigh. Oh and hey, the book cameo's Ten's voice! And, and, and, wait for it, it also mentions two characters called Eric and Tristan [chapter heading - 'Eric doesn't feel like dancing, no sir, no dancing today.' Hee]. It made me glee, hardcore. Look at our fictional world crossing over into my fandom! Lookit! Clearly it amused me far, far, faaaar too much.

James Goss, I bow to your greatness.

Conclusion #5: Almost Perfect is crack fiction at it's absolute finest. I am completely torn between being appalled and so amused it hurts. Following this...

Conclusion #6: I'm mad. I am. But at least I know it.

I may have been a little overeager with these Lipton Iced Red Teas. I have had far too many and feel less than well. Blargh. Would it be wise to combat this with actual pure Rooibos? Decisions decision. I was also attacked by polo mints earlier in the evening...I felt like I'd stumbled into The Mighty Boosh. Stranger still, these polo mints actually come from the UK. My dad brought them back with him....no I don't know why. What goes on in that man's mind is an utter mystery. Speaking of, dreaded shifts of doom are going as expected - doomed. You know what's funny, show tunes. They make me grin like a complete fool. It's a sad side effect of my mother's penchant for Andrew Lloyd Webber. It's no wonder I'm so scattered, my dad tried deafening me with AC/DC and Led Zep from an early age while my mother played opera and show tunes. Oh, and country. God forbid. That never took.

Conclusion #7: Life's mad over here. Folie à Famille. We've got something for everyone.

I have made Daddy's Gone my message tone. Yes, after having Jasper for two years, I finally have one. Now pondering a ring tone...which is pointless since I don't get calls. Still, it's the principle, isn't it?

Oh crap. I have Em's boyfriend's 20th birthday on Saturday and I haven't gotten him anything yet. Was supposed to do something with Roze, but time just got away from me. Damn it. Must think of something. And guess what, I still haven't done any work for uni!

Conclusion #8: I never learn. And I've rambled quite enough for one night.

Music: Night and Day - John Barrowman & Kevin Kline
Mood: Giggly