Ladytron's Seventeen: Harry Potter image song. Discuss.

I hate shops; you go into them thinking "right: I need one (1) Japanese textbook; and then one (1) CD by a band within the range {autechre, plaid, plone, fridge}". And then you come out with a copy of Schott's Original Miscellany and the last Jimmy Eat World album. I blame hormones.

Bizarrely, my parents like Plaid, although there was this horrific moment where my mother said 'so, is this what they call ambient' and. My heart wasn't made to stand up to these strains, yo. The only thing I could think of to say was 'no, this is cool', so I settled for a long ramble on the non-twin concepts of intelligent dance and postrock and how actually maybe Plaid counted as techno although they had some similarities with Amon darling Tobin who was acid-jazz-drum'n'bass. And then she got distracted by Bjork guest-spotting on 'Lilith', so all was good. <333333 Plaid, though, man. They so great.

Japanese classes have started, and seem well slow at the moment: but this, I tell myself, is a good thing, because it gives me time to do things like learn to write and pronounce words and allows me brainspace to think about greek and latin and religion and all the other shite taking time away from my rightful studies (i.e. plumbing, a test in which I have tomorrow).

You know, I used to think certain aspects of behaviour were primarily female, things I saw among my main and constant social group of girls that didn't really come to my notice in mixed company. Now I spend much of my week among blokes (the other two women have bays apart from the general conversation, whereas mine's right in the workshop), and have finally realised that they're not only better at bitching than girls (it's the complete lack of self-deprecation), they're also just as annoying when they get into the whole 'oh, god, I can't do this' business. My childhood illusions that Girls Are Obviously Better Than Boys (somehow, not a contradiction to my tomboy behaviour at the exact same time: my logic ain't changed, and neither have I) have finally been shattered.

Oh, and, hahahaha, misogynistic pronouncements when I'm right there, does this make me one of the boys?