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Ten Thing You Might Not Know About Me

1) I used to never miss flights.
2) I don't like The Simpsons. I used to, but for the past, oh, 5 years it's been utter tosh.
3) Although my dad is English and my mom is Brasilian, I was actually born in South Africa. But, because I only lived there for 6 years and don't have a single relative or friend there, I don't consider myself South African.
4) I'd like to adopt children one day, or work something out with a friend for her to have my baby. (Any volunteers?)
5) I'm one of the few Morrissey fans who is quite sure he is not gay.
6) I like to dance. And when I hit the dancefloor I usually stay there for 4 hours or more.
7) I have this gut feeling I'll one day live in France. I don't know under which circumstances but it is one of those certainties that nudges my insides from time to time.
8) I've only been with three men in my life. Two of them were a couple at the time. I've been with the third one for almost seven years now.
9) I'm so fed up with lazy horror movies that I'm determined to film my own one day. I might invite my Tamagothy friends in London to participate in it.
10) I am NOT plugged into Livejournal 24 hours a day.

Life of Stop

It's beautiful outside. The sky is blue and I can hear the cigaras in the grass. I was earlier playing with the dogs and watching Radija run on the grass with Tete. I could still be out there, sitting under the sun, but it feels pointless when I have to do it alone. I even finished Cloud Atlas last night (wonderful novel, as I've mentioned before) and I could begin reading Newton's Wake by Ken MacLeod - who wouldn't want to read a science fiction novel surrounded by beautiful brasilian mountains? But the effort just doesn't come to me. I'd rather be indoors, Livejournaling and listening to The Bravery.

My mom and grandma are taking a nap, and Maria do Carmo is outside with Nicholas (he's been very sick and the doctor should be arriving soon to check him.) I'm restless with bottled up energy. I should be in a plane right now, heading back to London. I don't know what to do with myself in this grassland.

I just came back from the kitchen with a glass of watermelon juice. It's my second today. I was also given a giant chocolate egg with toys inside but I'm in no mood to eat it.

I called Kevin last night to let him know about my missed flight. He laughed through most of the phone call, and I'm sure The Sissys must have laughed too when they heard about it. They are so in trouble when I get back. Then, later, my brother called me because he read my semi-hysterical post on Livejournal. He also wanted to know how to upload photos onto Livejournal.

My brother's journal ---> chegadesaudade
My boyfriend's journal ---> wink_martindale

Will probably update more today because I've seriously nothing better to do.

Cocks-4-Grabs

Have joined claim_a_cock and what was my surprise to find that nobody had yet claimed Morrissey's or Brett Anderson's cocks!

And, most shocking of all, it seems that somebody in the community has claimed Stephen King's cock. Not even Prince William and Harry escaped.

Best new show 2005?

I just watched my first episode of the tv show Lost. So let me get this straight: a couple of producers have gone and made a show that merges disaster movie elements with horror, signed up sociologists to write the script (to get those oh-so-human elements down to a tee), barged into the vacant lot previously inhabited by the X Files and roped in some actors that were in Lord of the Rings (one of the gay hobbits) and The Rules of Attraction??!

I sincerely hope this show is playing in Britain when I get back. I need an alternative to Desperado Housewives and I think this might be it.

For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, Lost is a new American tv series about plane crash survivors who land on an island that appears to be full of abnormal activity and creatures. Though it could have easily been a cheesy show, the producers have pulled back on emotional music or happy-go-lucky characters, choosing instead to pitch a bunch of international survivors together who seem to hide secrets of their own. There are, of course, some clichés: the doctor who looks like a doctor from The Bold and the Beautiful, the bad guy who contradicts everything the doctor says and is the most likely candidate to turn the show into a new Lord of the Flies, the little kid with a labrador who talks like a Dawson's Creek escapee. But these little glitches don't take away from the show in general. It's early days (for me at least).

Today's episode, the fourth one, included blood thirsty boars, some monster that lives in the forest, a ghost that walks around in a suit, and Mr. Locke who... erm... I can't give away what he does but the scene with him in the "Walkabout" office was a great twist to end the episode. Mr. Locke was the focal point of the episode and, as the story progressed, we learned more about his life in civilization and why he was allowed to carry a suitcase full of knives into the plane. Sort of like good old Twilight Zone.

Tomorrow night they are showing the fifth episode. I'm *almost* ok now with missing my flight home.

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