My computer is screwed up.
Totally.
Yes, Sarah, I've been reading your blog.
I'm beyond tired, argh.
I met up with my cousin and her boyfriend Eugene today, and we talked about a lot of stuff, but mainly anime and yaoi and other things that only otakus and anime freaks like us talk about - like our extreme unhappiness with the ODAC cases and such. I kinda hate my home.
.....It's kind of starting to fall apart.
...No, it's been falling apart for quite some time now - it's just never been as obvious.
I like my PS2.
I really do.
And spring Onions in my Bandito Pockett.
And my PSP.
....And my CDs and DVDs and anime boxes.
I finally bought Samurai Champloo.
*is happy*
Is today's post a long one? I hope not.
I just have so much output today, I figure.
I'm listening to Dir en Grey now to alleviate my sadness and anger and whatever other emotion that my brain is not recognising right now. I have so much to do in my December, I realise.
.....Sign up for Salsa lessons, and maybe Kendo.
......Start palnning for the joint comic that the twins, Wengchi and I are planning to publish.
......Get our band together and running while looking for a permanent drummer.
.......Get my music theory right.
........Exercise and lose weight, and maybe get a makeover, because I desperately need it.
I think I use too many dots.
Don't you?
Yes?
No?
I don't care, really.
I'm too tired to really give much of a damn of anything anymore.
....And you're probably too tired of reading such "EMO" stuff from this entry - or this entire page entirely- My heart is screaming bloody murder while my mind absorbs the shock.
By candlelight, these words seem alive.
....Black butterflies on tainted snow.
Vanilla on my tastebuds, black poppies with bloody hearts,
A dagger or stake on the table untouched,
A churchyard with Yews that smile as the Angels cry for us.
Here, on Earth.
On Earth.
Even if you'd let me live, I won't have the power to change tomorrow.
I never will.
