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Permalink Toying with plans for a music blog. Actually have an idea for a new layout for here. I think I’m going to buy some shit at J-List and Nsyncland. Wish my picutres would come.
And whee! My favorite house! Although not my favorite Head of House…eh. Can’t have everything, ne?
You are smart, calm and calculating in a situation or problem you’re faced with.
You base your decisions more of logic than a standard of morals.
But be careful, sometimes in your search for knowledge you come across as cold as Spock.
Hogwart’s Sorting Hat Quiz
made by The Genki Gang
Permalink I am fighting the temptation to buy crap at J-List. I just. I don’t know. I’m in the mood, or something. Bah.
And dude, really, where the hell did the month go? Its like, “Its July! …and its over.” I dunno. Maybe its just me.
Fuck, I’m tired.
Permalink I’m in the current, rather odd, position of being in love with a magazine. I haven’t actually seen it in person before, because its Italian, but the cover has me obsessed and feeling oh-so-sane. I want to make eighty million icons of it. I want to have it in my hands so that I can just lay on the floor and stare at it.
I wants it, my precioouuuussssssssssss…..
Did I mention obsessed? Because, yes.
Permalink Hm. Do I want the original or the revision? Decisions, decisions….
Permalink Oh, shit. The exquisite child from Ghost Ship is going to be playing Violet in the Series of Unfortunate Events movie.
*dies, lusts, dies some more*
I, um. I’m slightly frightened by the casting of Jim Carrey as Olaf, though. oO OO Oo
Permalink Slept for a long time. Guess I needed it. Seem to have completely missed Glory. Mel’s online, but away. I’m mostly sitting here, checking email and reading.
Or, well, really, I’m reading my book, and pretending to check email. But whatever.
Permalink You know what’s mature?
Getting other people to fight your battles for you.
Also, number one reason I stay out of friends’ fights? I don’t know every little detail and circumstance that affected it. I don’t know what was in each party’s head, or their emotions or health at the time. I understand wanting to stand up for people you care about. But unless you’re omniscient or psychic, sit down and shut the fuck up.
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Permalink Part of why I hate these really bad headaches, is how fucking tired I get. Pain just wears me out, man. Sucks.
Permalink Head’s been exploding lately. Starting to feel a little better, today. Crossing fingers and toes and arms and legs and eyes in hopes it lasts.
Miss Kipley. Sunny, where are yoooouuuuuuuuuu?!
Also miss Mel, but I know where she is, so that’s something.
Glico, the people who make Pocky, also make these neat little sandwhich cookies (and I do mean little…but they are also cheap, so). The vanilla ones don’t really taste like much, and yet they manage to be good. Is odd.
So, um. I want to go to New York for a week, and just, like, watch a bunch of plays and eat room service and nothing else. Anybody want to come?
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