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So, yeah - I'm tidying my room, right, and I think, "Well, I may as well put the stuff I'm not going to wear between now and Chicago into my suitcase so it's out of the way."

The only things I haven't packed are a towel, unwear and my black converse. And I'm talking right down to electrical adaptors.

We don't fly until the 22nd.

O_O

I kind of feel like I need more stuff. I definitely need to buy another pair of jeans before I go, that's for sure (I can live with four pairs, but I don't think I can get by on three - especially when two of them make me look like a dollop of lard). But damn. I've even packed my combat boots in case it snows (note to self: must buy new boot socks).

My carry-on luggage is going to include a laptop, A4 notebook, pens, rainbow fleece blanket (STFU!), wallet, snacks and a video camera (most of which will be in a rucksack).

Thank God I won't have to walk more than 15 minutes at any point.

I need a Chicago icon.

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(Pre-note: I should probably state that this doesn't, to the best of my knowledge, actually apply to anyone on my flist.)

A long time ago, I was going to get FAME < INFAMY as a tattoo. I can't actually think of a more accurate phrase to represent me, really (it's also pretty much the only song on that album that I still like. Fail).

I'm going to have to add it to the list.

The fact that I'm one of the most genuine, non-bullshit people you'll ever meet (no, really: I am) kind of results in a lot of more sensitive and insecure folk flailing and deciding they hate me, so they never get to know the side of me who will be there for them unconditionally, pay for them to go come to shows and spend a million hours working through their fics with them (and because I want to, not because I'm obliged). They'll probably never realise that I am one of the warmest, most charitable and caring people they'll ever know, either.

Pity, really. At least on their part.

I also seem to have been made into someone it's cool to hate, which is all sorts of hilarious because it just draws more attention (which is probably something you muppets want even less than I do). The thing is, I never wanted to be popular. I started this journal because I was becoming too well known in other fandoms and I didn't like it. This LJ isn't friends-only because I have friends outside of LJ who read it, but I honestly don't need to be liked in fandom. If you hate me because I'm a 'bitch' (translation: I have the gall to be honest about my opinion rather than honeying the poison) or 'negative' (translation: I don't kiss the arses of my favourite bands because I don't believe they need it, and I sure as hell wouldn't mince my words if they were real-life friends), tell me that*. Don't harrass my friends about it because that is honestly childish. I don't harrass people on my flist asking why they have spineless idiots friended - and you're not being a good friend to them by putting them in the middle either. They choose to consider me a friend, and if you have any respect for them at all, you might want to ask yourself whether insulting their character judgement actually makes you that much of a friend at all.

I'm cool with you people thinking what you want about me, I truly am - if anyone knows that everyone is entitled to their opinion, it's me - but the simple fact is, I'd rather be known for the fact that I'm a 'bitch' who speaks my mind, than for being an arse-kissing networker. Or worse - the reported-to-the-authorities stalker I can name at least one of you as.

The one thing you can be sure of, is that flist or not, you will always know where you stand with me if you ever even registered on my radar - how many people you've met on the internet can you honestly say that about?



* Oh, wait. You can't.