Two weeks' worth of data downloading and coding gone. Fuck you, Excel. Why are you doing this to me? And more importantly, HOW?

 Liverpool - Man United 2-0. HELL. FUCKING. YES!

Somehow, most of the results this weekend were in Liverpool's favour. Tottenham lost to Stoke, Arsenal drew against West Ham, Man City drew against Fulham and Everton lost to Bolton. All right, Chelsea beat Blackburn 5-0, but you can't have everything. All in all? A good weekend for a Liverpool supporter.

I still have a hopeless feeling in my gut about this season, but you can't help but be happy on a day when we beat United.

Liverpool-Hull 6-1. 6-1, you guys! Holy hat-trick, Nando. You are my HERO.

It does suck that we've lost two games already, but really, we still have one more point now than we did after those same fixtures last season. We may have lost the three points against Villa, but we gained four points against Stoke and Hull. I just wish our defense didn't seem so shaky - better teams than Hull and West Ham could tear us apart if they keep this up. At least we didn't concede from any set pieces today. Progress!

Watching Barcelona tonight (well, every time I watch them, really) kind of made me wish I were a Barca supporter, they have it good. But alas.
(Oh, and as a bonus, my boy Zlatan scored his fifth goal for them tonight, with a barely healed sprained ankle. Five goals in five games, they can't not be happy with that.)

If only my dad's team would win their game tomorrow, this will have been an excellent weekend for football.

Little Dorrit won 'Outstanding Miniseries' over Generation: Kill? And freakin' Alan won over Neil Patrick Harris? Not cool. Not cool at all.

But huzzah for Kristin Chenoweth, at least!

I am grinning so hard right now, y'all. Because I am GOING TO LIVERPOOL IN JANUARY! AND ANFIELD! TO SEE LIVERPOOL PLAY SPURS!

*breathes*

The thing is, I turn 25 this November. Well,  at least according to some people - in reality, I'm only turning 22. (Yes I am. Shut up.) Anyway, this alleged 25th birthday is apparently a big deal, for some reason. So, my parents - the nutters - decided to do something special, and figured that there's nothing I would love more than going to Liverpool. And they were right. Man, were they right. I kind of screamed when they told me.

So, on January 8 the three of us are going to Liverpool. The cost of it all, I don't really dare to think about. I just know that for all my dad's grumbling about stuff I do or don't do, I have THE best parents.

I lack an appropriate icon for this sort of flailing.

I am thisclose to changing my layout again. I do love this one, but I've been fiddling with something that I think I may love even more. *facepalm*

Tomorrow is my first SI session with the new lot. *gulp* The other day I asked everyone in the groups I'm responsible for to write down their email if they thought they might be interested in coming to one of our sessions, so that I could contact them - and got thirty names. Thirty. Sweet unnamed deity, don't let all of them show up.

... Okay, I couldn't resist. Layout changed. Still trying to decide whether the pink is too loud, though, might switch to black. But I think I like it.

It's moments like these from last night that remind me why I watch our national team play even though they always end up disappointing us in the end. We may still not make it to South Africa and the World Cup, and IF we do (and that's a big if) we'll get our arses kicked, but Zlatan fucking Ibrahimovic manages to make it worth it.

Even if you don't speak Swedish, you gotta watch this and listen to the commentators. They're hysterical, in both senses of the word.



Look at the time. 90 minutes, and there was supposed to be three minutes of stoppage time. That goal was literally last second. LITERALLY. One day, this game is going to kill me. Or at least my vocal chords.

Tonight's game was 90 minutes (plus stoppage time) of torture. I just don't get it. What's happened to my boys? The team who didn't lose a single game at Anfield last season? Was Alonso really that important to our play? I just... It physically hurts watching them play this badly. There's something missing. Something is missing, and I don't know what.

I just hope they find it. Soon.

My friend's comment at half time: "'You'll never walk alone', right? Well, except for Lucas. He'll totally walk alone." Poor guy. He does kind of suck, but I still feel bad for him.

Right. I'm gonna go and have a good cry now.

Let me apologise in advance. Now that football season has started up again, it's very possible I will babble some more about it in here.

God, I missed it. So good to have it back, even though we did start the season off by losing - beating Stoke 4-0 (I do love that scoreline) just a few days later eased the hurt. And looking only at those two fixtures we already have two more points than last season!

Also, we're leading the stitches league. Uh... Yay?

Today's matches start any minute now. Which one to watch, that is the question. I'm not watching Man United, that only makes me nervous. I don't want to watch Arsenal - Portsmouth, because Pompey have been looking so poor lately and I hate seeing Arsenal win, which they most likely will. I would have watched Hull - Bolton, but they aren't showing it until half six. Which leaves Man City - Wolverhampton. I despise City with all my heart and hate seeing them win, too, but maybe, maybe, the Wolves can pull something out of the bag. If Burnley can beat United (mwahaha), Wolverhampton may have something up their sleeves, too.

I'll take my chances with the last one.
Then bring on Monday and my Reds hopefully crushing Villa same as last season! (Please don't let me have jinxed it.)

Edit: All right, maybe I made a bad choice. Damn that Adebayor. I really don't like the guy.
( Apparently I feel the need to comment as the match continues )

All right, 1-0. And looking at the results from the other matches, it seems I still chose the right one to watch. *sigh* And I was all hopeful that both games had been goalless since there hadn't been any 'pings' telling us what the score was. Guess the pressure is on us for Monday now. *crosses fingers*

You know what I resent? Having to clean the flat and hide all of my personal stuff and being asked to buy flowers to put on the table, just so that some estate agent photographer can come here and take photos that will make everyone else want to buy the place and make me flat-less. That's what I resent.

And I didn't buy any flowers, so there.

Edit:
All right. I couldn't hate photographer guy, as much as I wanted to. He was nice, cute and sympathetic and liked my Liverpool scarf. Said it was a nice touch.
But still. He took some lovely pictures. BAD PHOTOGRAPHER.

Huh. I just realised that I apparently hadn't seen the entire second season of Rome, because a certain character's actions suddenly made me exclaim, "Oh, you BITCH!" Somehow I must've missed that episode the first time 'round.

However...

( more Rome babble with possible vague spoilers )

I swear, this show does the best death scenes.

Journal is being configured.

ETA: Hey, I did it! YAY! The awesome milou_veronica had the template, I fiddled a bit with it, and the end result was this. And I like it! Colours are yet to be properly figured out, but the template itself is there. I do have one other that I'm going to try, but it's almost there. FINALLY.

ETA's friend: Actually, I'm really happy with this. Phew. And YAY again!

Meme stolen from shotgun9 .

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, answer these questions.  Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think!


Pick Your Artist:
The Kinks

( that WAS harder than I thought )

 Fernando Torres scoring a hat-trick for Spain against New Zealand in eleven minutes? Makes me happy! I've been worried about the Spanish LFC boys playing in the Confederations Cup, injury-wise and such, but selfishly I'm kind of glad I at least get to see them play.

And now they bring on Arbeloa, too! It's like a mini-Christmas in June. The only one missing is Reina.
And Nando got to step off. Phew. The less he plays, the better.

(When did Ramos become hot? I don't like him. Finding him pretty feels so wrong.)

Oh, also? This makes me ridiculously relieved. Not that it necessarily means it's absolutely certain that either of them is staying, of course. But still, an official statement? Is nice. The idea of losing Xabi still makes me bite my nails. If we're going to challenge for the title again next year, we need him, and Masch, too.

 I'd completely forgotten that summer is So You Think You Can Dance season! Oh, how I love this show. I'm not a big fan of humiliation TV, so the auditions aren't my favourite episodes, but at least it's not as bad as some other shows and there are some real gems in auditions, too. One girl actually made me a little teary with her fifteen second solo - god, I love contemporary dancing, I really, really do. I loved watching Travis from season two, and Alison and Ivan dancing to Annie Lennox's Why is still one of my favourite performances of all time.

( babble with spoilers for the top 20 )

Also, I'm in love with Cat Deeley. She's the most adorable of them all, with her giggling and her "I love it when fully grown men cry." And she genuinely seems to care about the dancers. She may just be a a really good actress, but if so, hats off to her for her mad skillz. I could audition for that show just to get a Cat hug.

Finally, Benji? I'm still waiting for your call!

 Okay, I'm considering heading to the ER later if this keeps up. Ankle still hurts like HELL and it feels...weird, like something moves in there.

Because I'm a nerd who needs to get cheered up every once in a while, I've been watching the Champions League final from Istanbul 2005. For those of you who don't know (and don't care), we were down by 0-3 at half time, came back and made it 3-3 by the end of the second half and eventually won on penalties. It was... Magnificent. And watching it now still makes me grin so wide it hurts. A little teary-eyed, too, but they're happy tears. I mean, the moment when Stevie G finally lifts the trophy - seriously, goosebumps.

I need an Istanbul icon. Actually, I need more football icons, period.

 Why does it have to be so difficult to find a journal theme that I really like? This is almost it, but not quite. I don't want to keep switching, but every time I think I found the one I'm going to stick with, I realise after a couple of days that no, it doesn't work for me.
I did find another that was almost exactly what I wanted, only the font was too large. Boo.

I'll try and stick with this until I do find that perfect layout.

Off to write my exam on 'the Problem of Evil in British Literature'. Yikes!

In retrospect, I really, really love a lot of the Spring Awakening music. It now bugs me even more that the production I saw was so bad. Listening to 'Left Behind' (look, it's the kid from 'Weeds!') can actually kind of make me a little teary now even though I was rolling my eyes when they did it on Monday. 'Don't Do Sadness' is both rocking and sad, and 'Totally Fucked' has been stuck on my head all week with its incredibly catchy 'blah blah blah' chorus.

Loving the music but wanting to grit my teeth whenever I think of the actual show is weird. Taking the musical numbers on their own, they're awesome. Put it all together, and it becomes a mess. Love it, hate it. I'm confused!

I don't do sadness
so been there
don't do sadness
just don't care