So I've started writing a new story. And I'm such a cheat, because it's got the same situations in it as everything i've ever written before (dead person, hallucinations, angstcrap, week long wuv). I'm actually not posting it on FP because i shall plagiarise MYSELF. Eww. What's with my complete lack of imagination???

But it has got Death in it. I always wanted to write a story about Death, with him being an adolescent nerd who works in burger king.

I need to stop posting on LJ, brush my teeth, and GET MY FP ACT TOGETHER. I am practically dead there. I haven't read anything in like a week :( damn you, lab project.

Also, ooh! Future ideas! I want to be QUINCY when I'm older!!!

I just need to find Sam. Sam? Hello?

Uh oh. Now I really do need to do something with my life.

But I can say that the last words are 'happily ever after'. How lame. But whatever.

Anyone got any tips on getting ideas for new stories? I'm lost. I mean, I have ideas, just not /good/ ideas. So yeah. Pretty uninspiring.

Also, I like how my adverts on the side of this are for McFly, lonely people, anxiety specialists and child therapy! I feel targetted :( Except child therapy? Honestly. I haven't been a child for 2 years now!

Old...

Urgh. I feel weird. And now I have no excuse not to work.
Come here retroviruses! Let me read about you!!!
Rous Sarcoma Virus rocks my socks.
So the last chapter's kind of mean. But what the hey, I am mean. Dude, and the thing is 28 chapters long. That's long... And a helluva lot of essays I could have written.

So...because I know that no one reads this thing (I hope not anyway; it's a mess) and I haven't posted in FOREVER, I just thought I'd rant to myself. And the air. And possibly Emilie (hellloooo? How's Russia? I'm lame, I still need to email you...)

So I'm nearly at the end of AWJW and I'm thinking... is it bad that I hate my main character? And I know that everyone else will end up hating him too? Can you really like a story about someone you hate. Rephrase: can you really like a story by ME about someone you hate (ie a loose-ended, long-winded mess of a thing).

And I know I'm going to get all angsty when this is over. Bless it, but right now it's not exactly being very upbeat. Because I knew the end before I knew the rest of the story, it's hard to see it from an outside perspective, but I can tell it's a dreary mess.

Things were different with Jack. I took so long to write that bloody thing that I was glad when it's over. This has been so quick; when I finish I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself. Work????

Now that's just too depressing...

Hehe, not too different, except the bit at the end. Dear lord...

I love maths related comedy...

I've been in bed since 7. Such are the joys of having 'women troubles'.
Uck.
Boys get it so easy. They have willies, which are funny looking and such. We get period pains, PMS and hairy bellies that we have to pluck. Or maybe that's just me. And then there's the whole giving birth thing. Uck.
So anyway, I'm drugged up on ibuprofin now so am feeling a bit better. Also have finished maths (aka written stuff on paper) now, which is nice.
Went to see James Bond with Sheila crew yesterday. I thought it was quite good - I've never really liked Bond movies that much, but I liked it. 'twas swish, although very violent for a 12A.
On a cinematic note, how sad is it that I'm looking forward to HP5 already? I saw a trailer on that fountain of all knowledge Newsround - How long has Lizo been on newsround!? - and am excited! Pirates and Shrek 3 are also out then. Yumtastic.
I love my Rupert...
Am feeling quite lonesome. I'm hormonal, so I'm allowed! I haven't really spoken to anyone properly all day, which is quite sad... ho hum...
Please cheer me up, people!

Love...

My thumbikin is becoming quite a love-fest for me. Like my eye was, only with a cut as opposed to a giant sti. Here is a picture of him looking very handsome.