I'm not sure what to write right now. I have a cold, a very miserableone, and I cannot breathe through my nose. I came very close to losing my voice earlier today, but thanks to soup and hot chocolate, it didn't abandon me. Colds are so horrible, least of all because you sound like a duck when you have one. Is it just me, or is there a great amount of laziness attached to a cold? You just generally feel blasé towards everything and tired a lot of the time. Besides that, colds hurt the throat and stuff the nose and are just generally PLEH!
Well, the drummer of my ex-favourite band, Papa Roach, is officially gone. It isn't overly distressing, to me, since I'm one of the people who focuses primarily on the singer and the guitarist, but I suppose it'll be a big deal to drummers who listen to that band. Speaking of Papa Roach, they're going back to the Paramour Mansion in mid-Febraury to begin writing a new album, which is supposedly going to try and capture the energy of their live shows, so none of that cleaned-up sound of Getting Away With Murder and The Paramour Sessions. It should be interesting. Guess they'll have to get a new drummer.
Seriously, I don't know what else to write about. So I'm going to leave it like this.
Chapter 7 is done. I really, really didn't know how to write a threat letter, so I hope it's okay, please let me know. And the ending's lame I know.
My buddeh Mike was giving me some advice on this fanfic, but really, I don't know that I'll take it. It would mean getting rid of stuff I already wrote, ya know? Maybe I will. I'm not sure. I really appreciate the advice regardless, since it's nice to hear something other than "It's good" all the time, since that becomes rather redundant and hard to believe after awhile. Though I appreciate that as well, it's just...it's so...ugh, I don't know how to explain it.
Sadie the Tulip is going to be introduced in the next entry.
Currently Listening: You Don't Know What It's Like by Econoline Crush
Well, the drummer of my ex-favourite band, Papa Roach, is officially gone. It isn't overly distressing, to me, since I'm one of the people who focuses primarily on the singer and the guitarist, but I suppose it'll be a big deal to drummers who listen to that band. Speaking of Papa Roach, they're going back to the Paramour Mansion in mid-Febraury to begin writing a new album, which is supposedly going to try and capture the energy of their live shows, so none of that cleaned-up sound of Getting Away With Murder and The Paramour Sessions. It should be interesting. Guess they'll have to get a new drummer.
Seriously, I don't know what else to write about. So I'm going to leave it like this.
Chapter 7 is done. I really, really didn't know how to write a threat letter, so I hope it's okay, please let me know. And the ending's lame I know.
My buddeh Mike was giving me some advice on this fanfic, but really, I don't know that I'll take it. It would mean getting rid of stuff I already wrote, ya know? Maybe I will. I'm not sure. I really appreciate the advice regardless, since it's nice to hear something other than "It's good" all the time, since that becomes rather redundant and hard to believe after awhile. Though I appreciate that as well, it's just...it's so...ugh, I don't know how to explain it.
Sadie the Tulip is going to be introduced in the next entry.
Currently Listening: You Don't Know What It's Like by Econoline Crush
Did you forget?
Did you believe in it?
Did all those things I promised
Come out empty in the end?
In every breath,
And the dreams I missed,
Comes with complications,
Serenity.
2 comments:
I'm such a killjoy :(
:o NEXT ENTRY...POST SOON. i need to see what wacky adventures Sadie has been up to
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