.blandness.
3:29 p.m. || 2005-03-07
[mood: :D
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I gathered my entire collection of FiRST magazines and I was quite upset that I only started reading fervently from issue 27. That's 26 missed issues to you, and I didn't have all those cool posters and postcards they throw in them.
Well, I pulled out every poster and postcard I could find and now I'm taking a break from poster-pasting. I suppose mom is going to make some fuss about it, but she'll get used to my fangirl tendancies. Besides, now that I've decided to replace the Kurt poster with an Alexander one, I think she'll be pretty okay with Colin Farrell looking into the distance. I think people who have seen my clean wall will be mildly surprised the second time round they walk into my room. Hmm.
I read somewhere that RE:Apocalypse was going to be a guilty pleasure to get. Therefore I am even more determined to get it. My brother also told me that the Constantine DVDs are out, already. WHOOHOO. That's really, really fast.
My attempts to get my parents into letting me pick up a new instrument are in vain. Bah.
Alot of people are complaining that they lost their knack for writing in their blogs. I happen to think so myself. Maybe people just lose their imagination bit by bit every second they grow older. I sure hope I won't lose mine when it comes to that interview.
My hair is weird and long. Hmm. Random thought.
Oh, I joined the Youth choir for Youth Sunday. That's always a fat happy for everyone because it's team effort for the SoC, and we get to take charge for a day's service. I think I'm also part of the Outreach Ministry (and IT too? talk about full hands) and I guess that automatically signs me up for any kind of future productions, then. Mehh. Mom hasn't returned me my money yet. :/.
My DVD craving is not helping my wallet at all.
There is a strange Buffy muse that has been plaguing me recently, and much to Jel's possible delight, it's making me pick up my pencil and continuing with that LST story I started about two or three years ago. Well.
Other than that, besides more rotting at home, there is more rotting to be done.
»hates: stress, being nagged at, losing tolerance, not being able to do anything for someone. spuffy. having no muse the entire day(aka went on vacation). i hate too many things to list. xP.
friend reads
site reads

Letters Over the Sea, the best moving piece I've ever read.
Story for the Bangel's soul
Cookies
Black Ink *
It's So Crazy
Sex, Lies, and Sonograms *
Three Months On