Rhume

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

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.

Exam Pool or something...

Shanel and Chantal were waiting for me in the Academic Centre at school, where once I arrived we began working on our rough drafts for our English essays. We worked in complete silence until Mr.Hassin told us we had to leave. Sighing, we trudged up to Mr.Magnifico's room, where he was teaching his English Literature Honours class. We took our seats at the side across from his desk, still saying nothing, and quietly listened to him. The entire class was quiet, though some of the guys were sleeping and Tina was doodling beside me. For some reason, Ally wasn't present, but if she was, we all know how noisy it would have been.

Anyways, we were listening to Mr.Magnifico tell us a story about something or other, and finally he began telling us about our exam. Right as the bell rang to dismiss us, he said, "And as a challenge, I'd like you all to write your essays in French." No one questioned this, we merely trudged down to Gym 2 to take our exam. Some students were already there when we arrived and I took a seat in front of Jessica. Chantal was sitting diagonally in front of me and Shanel was sitting in front of her. We got to writing our essays, with Magnifico and Stangherlin watching us with hawk's eyes. I started to write mine, but it was in English and it was a story. Realizing my error, I began the next paragraph with, "Oh I'm sorry, I'm supposed to write this in French" and continued on in French.

Exam time was over and I left the gym, walking outside into the summer air. The sun beat down on me and I headed across the parking lot to Mac's. Shanel was there waiting for me, seated on the ground against the building, bundled up in her winter gear from last year and sipping a slurpee. She stood as I arrived and we walked to the bus top for the 75. It dropped her off in front of her house and I continued on it until I arrived at BoniVital Pool to meet Holly and Aiden.

I arrived and Holly was sitting on the bench holding Aiden in her arms as they waited for me. Fully clothed, I jumped into the little pool and Holly brought Aiden in after me. He fluttered about for awhile before realizing the big pool and the slide. He started whining to go over there and before either Holly or I could stop him, he jumped in. A bunch of kids were playing in the pool and they moved aside to let Aiden fall into the pool. He sunk like a stone to the bottom and Holly laughed, saying he was such a silly kid. I slid down the slide after him and as soon as I was underwater, The Poet and the Pendulum by Nightwish started playing. I scooped Aiden up and brought him to the top of the pool, which was suddenly the same hue as the ocean. Letting him go once we had broken the surface, Aiden sprouted water wings and happily floated around in the pool as Holly exclaimed about what a silly child he was, to go straight to the bottom like all the big kids.

And then I woke up. What do you think this dream means?!

Anyways, I finished Chapter 6, and also went to see Econoline Crush, Seether and Three Days Grace in concert tonight, which was super fantastic! I was front row on the floor and it was so GAH! Words cannot express.

Currently Listening: Fake It by Seether

Who's to know if your soul will fade at all,

The one you sold to fool the world.

You lost your self-esteem along the way.

Yeah

Good god you're coming up with reasons,

Good god you're dragging it out.

Good god it's the changing of the seasons.

I feel so raped,

So follow me down.

And just fake it if you're out of direction.

Fake it if you don't belong here.

Fake it if you feel like affection.

Woah you're such a fucking hypocrite.

End of semester blues

The first semester has drawn to a close, and while I find myself stressed out for exams and excited for next semester, when I will be getting out of school at the lovely hour of 11 am, I'm also mildly saddened to be saying farewell to the first semester. Sure, I'm almost failing chemistry, sure I have french class, sure I have two englishes, one of which is with a creepy teacher, but I'm still sad to see it all go. Lit class was fantastic, and even comp was okay, except for when we were doing A Separate Peace. French was a slacker class, and even if the teacher is annoying as all hell, we still barely had to do anything. Chemistry was disheartening for me, to be sure, but it really wasn't so bad and Mr. Gross is nice at least.

It's going to be very different, next semester. I'll have only two classes, but have to get up over an hour earlier. Then again, I'll be getting out of school four hours earlier. This means that I will, naturally, be getting a job, hopefully at the lovely mall caled Kildonan Place. If only I wasn't so shy as to be terrified of asking if they have application forms. I need to gain some courage.

Regardless, there's nothing I can do about the inevitable approach of semester 2 and my math and géo classes, so instead I focus on the fact that in under two months I'm going to be in Europe. That is one thing I can barely believe is actually happening. It's all so surreal. Merely three days before departing for Europe, I will be seeing Raine Maida, one of my personal heroes, in concert. A month after returning from Europe, I will be seeing my absolute favourite band, Nightwish, in concert. And that shallbe followed by my last high school summer vacation. Is it just me or is time going unnaturally fast lately?

So anyways, Chapter 5 is done. Read and comment, please, as per usual. It really motivates me to keep writing, you know. Though I appreciate comments on MSN from you guys, it's so much nicer to get them on the actual story.

Comment on this too please. Please?

Currently Listening: If You Believe by Our Lady Peace

So, you wasted your time,

You willed it good-bye.

Time to be scared.

And oh, you thought you could buy

Your last peace of mind.

Time to beware.

But if you believe in the world I'm calling,

If you belong in the world I saw,

If you believe in the world I'm calling,

You'll be strong.

A story I can't remember

I've finished Chapter 4. It's the shortest yet, and starts off kind of weakly, I know, but it gets progressively stronger,imo.

I was supposed to write about something today, because Shanel asked me to. It was based off of this conversation:

(Danika) Now my dreams are left to live through you says:
there once was a frog named Kate. She was a very sad frog. She was very ugly and feared she would never find a true love
(Danika) Now my dreams are left to live through you says:
the end
~Shanel~ says:
omg im kate

and she said something on the bus today and it was because of this conversation, but I have short-term memory, and so can't remember. Remind me, will ya, Shanel? I will write you a story then.
But seriously, I was killing myself laughing reading that over again. It isn't even that funny. Why do I find it to be so funny?! LOL!

Currently Listening: Hole in your Soul by ABBA

You paint your world and use all colours

And then you find it all comes out too bright.

You know it's only a lie.

The songs you sing are too romantic.

And when you want the truth,

They only spit in your eye.

Oh yeah, they're only tellin' you lies.

Oh yeah, there's gotta be rock'n roll

To fill the hole in your soul.

The only reason I downloaded this song is because it is Anette's favourite and I was curious. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO DID THIS by the way. But this song is just awesome. It's so happy sounding, it makes me smile.

Nightwishing

So I'm sitting here quite pleased with myself. I'm well on my way to converting a certain Tarjaholic into an Anetteholic. Because this is how pro I am. Oh, he already liked Anette on DPP, but slowly, oh very slowly, I am convincing him that Anette just takes getting used to on the old songs, but he will come to realize that she is enormously wonderful. On most of the songs, anyway. He has an issue with her clothing though, and admittedly, she doesn't always wear the nicest outfits. Just check out the one she wore in Salzburg *shudders*. But as long as she's happy and comfortable with what she wears, then I suppose we cannot complain, since the last thing we want is for her to conform. Nobody likes a conformist, after all.

Anywho. Speaking of Anette, just you wait and see what happens to her later in my fanfic. If you thought what happened to her in the first chapter was bad...just you wait. Four chapters from now. It will be dramatic. Excessively so. In fact, you all might think it over the top. But seriously. My fanfic-writing muse is going a bit insane. I can't stop! I already have a very good idea about what will happen. It's pure and complete madness. Anette will be quite severely traumitized after her ordeals are through. It's odd that I'm writing this kind of thing, though, since I absolute adore her (<3).Chapter 3 is up and running, with its own precious password. Honestly guys, comment. It brings me joy.

As is also quite apparent, Nightwish owns my soul now, lol. I cannot get enough of them. You all thought I was bad with Papa Roach, you all thought it couldn't get worse. But I have proved you wrong! It's hard not to love Nightwish. I mean, no it isn't. It depends on what you hear and personal taste of course. I heard Sleeping Sun first and then Wish I Had an Angel...I really didn't like them. Sleeping Sun was okay, though Tarja's (though I knew not her name at the time) voice tended to grate on my nerves. It wasn't til I heard Amaranth. Oh, that song is just love. Honestly. Chantal and I got extremely addicted to it. Now I've branched out, grown used to Tarja's voice and fallen hopelessly in love with both eras of Nightwish. Though the new one more, of course. Because Anette is too awesome for words. Dear god. *shuts up*

Anways, I like getting comments. Shanel, why don't you comment anymore? You're making me sad. And so much for different blogging style. I guess it's not too important anyway.

Currently Listening: Tumble by Stabilo Boss

Hey now, hello,

Calling all angels to

Bring some comfort back to the earth

And to hold her all through the storm,

When she's tired and overwhelmed,

Broken and worn.

And it feels like the movies

When we're underground

And everything's not alright,

But somehow there's peace to be found.

Chapter 2 and nostalgia.

Today was...uneventful at best. I woke up at 2, and then played guitar. Proceeded to watch Cruel Intentions. I've come to the coclusion that Reese Witherspoon is an amazing actress. Really, she does distraught quite well. Not only in this movie, but Rendition. Wow, she was good in that movie. So anyways, yes, she is a good actress. And Ryan Phillippe is just...*swoons*. How did he get to be so unbelievably hot? And Sarah Michelle Gellar shall forever be known as Buffy to me. Oh, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. How I miss those days (and Spike!). Now I'm getting all nostalgic and I want to watch an episode of its cheesy special-effectsness.

Do you all remember those shows? I mean, I know I'm kinda young to say this, but I can remember these shows that were once so good when I was a kid. I mean, there's Buffy, and Monster Rancher, and then like the first season of Digimon, which was just the awesomeness, and the first season of Yu-Gi-Oh (shut up. I was young). Even the first season of Pokemon was good. The good ol' days...how I miss them.

Anyway, I updated my fanfic. Again it's password protected, but they'll all be password protected, even i there's nothing dramatic in them like there was in the first chapter, which there isn't in this one. Password's given to those that I think should/could read it, again.

Chapter Two

Currently Listening: To Be Loved by Papa Roach

I've got another confession,

I fell to temptation.

And there is no question

There was some connection.

I gotta follow my heart, no matter how far.

I gotta roll the dice,

Never look back

And never think twice.

Chapter 1

I'm making a fanfic, and deciding to post the link here for specific people to read. Due to sensitive content, I've written the story on Wordpress and password-protected the post. I'll give the password to those I feel should/could read it. Each chapter'll have different password.

Anyways, this is the link.

Currently Listening: Boy & The Ghost by Tarja Turunen

His eyes are burning,

The lights went out.

The dream is on.

Wake up, wake up.

There's an angel in the snow.

Look up, look up.

It's a frightened dead boy.

Same kind of storyline as Eva by Nightwish. Except obviously not written in conjunction.

YouTube vs. Anette

I don't like YouTube users. The ones who comment. It seems like the vast majority of them are ignorant fools who dig and dig and dig for an argument. When watching videos that I know will cause a stink, basically anything religious (or anti-religious) or any Nightwish video (*sighs*), I make a pointed effort to avoid looking at the comments because most of the time they just piss me off. I also do not comment on anything anymore. People take things way out of context and reply with idiotic remarks, and like I said, they just dig and dig and dig for an argument. What is it with these people? Some of the things they write are just downright rude, simply disturbing.

I remember once on a free hugs video, I wrote that I would love to do free hugs, but the busiest place here (downtown) was filled with unsavoury types and chances were that I'd get groped by some old man. And so that I wouldn't. Someone wrote to me saying that I was selfish. Riiight. It's selfish to not want to be groped. God only knows what these people can do to someone of both my age and size. It wouldn't be that hard to drag me off somewhere. So whatever. This person has obviously never been to Winnipeg. But it's stupid to call someone selfish because they don't want someone touching them in inappropriate places (which can also be called SEXUAL HARASSMENT people!).

Nightwish videos are horrible though, for Anette vs. Tarja. Thankfully it's calmed down significantly, but those are still pretty bad. On live videos that people KNOW will have Anette singing, they comment things like, "Oh she sings horribly. She make my ears bleed" or whatever. THEN DON'T WATCH A VIDEO THAT SHE'LL BE IN! It really isn't that hard of a concept to grasp. If you didn't like her in the first few live videos you saw of her, if you didn't like her in Amaranth or Bye Bye Beautiful or Eva, then why would you search up a video you know specifically will have her in it?! Someone wrote that Anette has no emotion and is only in it for the money. Okay, wtf? Tarja had emotion, and Century Child stands out as an album that portrays it very well, but Anette does too! And as if she's in it for the money. She wasn't even going to apply at first, thinking she wouldn't be accepted (but I'm so very glad she did *nods*). And honestly. Anyone listen to Mother & Father in The Poet and the Pendulum, or Meadows of Heaven, and tell me that that isn't just heartbreaking, or at least shows emotion in her voice! Or the first verse of Eva in particular. So, my point still stands. People on YouTube are idiots. And they think their opinions are fact. Which they never are. Maybe Anette has no emotion in her voice. I think she does. I also think the fact that she said she cried when practicing the songs at home shows she does. I also think someone who didn't feel anything when they sang wouldn't look like this:

So honestly, people. Be reasonable. I'm not saying Tarja was only in it for the money either. I don't know. She says one thing, they say another. Whatever. He-said-she-said. I am an Anetteholic. But I also really like Tarja. Just thought I should clarify.
Back to YouTube, though, and idiotic commenters. There was a comment once that disturbed me to an extent that can't be described. It shouldn't shock me, because people are sickos or whatever but it was quite disturbing. It was on the Amaranth video and was something to the extent of "I'd rape her up the ass and then just because I'm such a nice guy, I'd pee in her bum." OMFG. That is so fucking disgusting. Or is it just me? I canNOT be the only person who thinks that's disturbing. That's just. Ew. Just ew. Why do people say things like that? Honestly. Ew. Just ewwwwwwwwwwww.

You know, I read comments and I smile giant grins of happiness when I see someone who supports whatever my cause is (and for the case of this post, it is evidently Anette) because they seem to be so few. Well except for atheism. There's a lot of atheists, haha. But I mean for other things, and the one most relevant right now is Anette. Giant grins of happiness when someone sticks up for her, a nod of acknowledgement to those who say they don't like her, but at least say it respectfully, a bit of a sour expression to those who aren't overly respectful in their opinion of Anette, but the instant I see something overly harsh and downright rude, I close off the comments and think of a million replies I could make but instead let my frustration simmer. Because I don't comment on YouTube anymore. I refuse to be an ignorant fool who digs and digs and digs for an argument.

The comments that Nightwish are a "pop band" now just amuse me though. These metalheads have no idea what pop is. Any who do know to keep their mouth shut, because Nightwish never was and isn't a pop band. They sound nothing like pop. So in the first video Anette did with guys, so in the first few concerts, she did some dancing moves metalheads probably aren't used to. She wasn't familiar with metal, what do you expect? And I, personally, find it kind of scary when chicks headbang madly on stage O.o But that's me. And at concerts, in the audience, of course it's fine, haha. People compare her to Britney with her dancing, but I'm like "WHAT?!" and stand there jaw-dropped and wide-eyed Do these people have any idea what they're saying?! It isn't like Anette is masturbating in the video for christ's sake! Or flailing around madly in sheets! Or doing pre-choreographed dance moves! She just doing some funky shoulder-pump-head-movement-eyebrow-arching thing. Not even a twentieth of the things Britney does.

But can someone PLEASE explain to me why it's SOOO bad that Anette should (seem to) be a happy person? That is by far the stupidest thing I've ever heard. "She's too happy." WTF?! Isn't that better than having her (seem to) want to hang herself ever second of every video and live performance? I'm not saying Tarja did that, she didn't, I'm just saying that that is basically the opposite of happy. It makes me smile to see someone smile, in the same way that Jacoby makes me smile (but he also makes me swoon, but shhhh) with his crazy antics all the time. It's a good thing. But whatever. To each their own and all that.

I apologize for this rant. I feel very strongly about it. I feel bad for Anette. At the Montreal shows, someone shouted "Anette sucks" and she said she couldn't sleep that night :/ It must be really hard on the self-esteem. At the same time as greatly rewarding to see all the Anetteholics on the Nightwish.com forum. I'm dying for May to come! DYING!

I need to rant somewhere, after all, and anywhere else I'll be viciously attacked. So I suppose here is better than anywhere else.

Currently listening: The Snake and the Crown by Raine Maida

Cigarettes and alcohol and a few minutes to pray,

But it don't do any use to, so we'll have hell to pay.

A penny for your thoughts and a penny for my clichés.

Oh, I try to get some distance, I try to escape,

But this nightmare's so persistent in a Shakespeare kinda way.

Be not afraid?

Oh fuck that, be very afraid.

The Gelati Adventure

"Are you coming for gelaties?" Shanel asked, yet again. She had asked the same question yesterday, and I had told her that I wasn't sure. The irony of it all was that mere moments earlier, Chantal had asked me the same thing, and then proceeded to tell me that Shanel said it was "too cold" to go for gelaties, and that therefore she might not come. I replied to Shanel that I was going all along, and she was the one that was in question. So, she was going and Chantal hadn't told her any details. Alright. So I told Shanel what was happening: Meet at Chantal's at 3.

I left home at 2:30 (because when you live as far as I do, you have to leave early) and arrived at Chantal's at 3. There was some back and forth as I tried to figure out what was happening. No one knew what time the bus came. So, I called my mom and asked her if she could give us a ride there, which led to way more confusion as no one would give me a straight answer and tell me how long they thought we might be there and blah blah blah. I told my mom that "fine, we'd just take the bus." Then I called Arielle to see where she was (why hadn't I had the thought to call her first? I don't know). She was about five minutes away, so I called my mom again (and she was not pleased) and asked her again if she could give us a ride. Again she asked if then we wouldn't have a ride back, and I could hear her getting increasingly frustrated. As was I, so it's all good. So I explained to her that Arielle would arrive soon and we wouldn't go to the car 'til she was there, so my mom said all in a huff, "Fine. I'll go to safeway and call you after I'm done." Alright.

Arielle arrived shortly after but barely had tme to warm up as my mom arrived and we herded out of Chantal's house and into the little Toyota Camry. And we drove. And then there we were, in front of G.G. Gelati's. So we piled out of the car, and my mom drove off. And then we went to open the door to the gelati shop and it was locked! Winter hours. Closed on Sundays. Dammit. We had a little conversation about how my mom would wait for people to enter their houses, even if their parents were home, but she would happily leave us stranded on Corydon. We trudged a few blocks to the other gelati place, which was open. We then spent a good ten minutes ruminating about what kind to get (with a lovely comment from Chantal: "It'll be 6 by the time we decide what we want"), and then we got them. Giant heaping mountains of ice cream. We sat in a little corner and ate. It tastes different, gelati ice cream. I guess that's because it's natural or whatever,but it tastes funny, especially vanilla, which was one of the kinds I got. The oreo kind was good. I ate that, and then mixed my cookie dough and vanilla together into a soupish mixture and then I bury my napkin in it. And then I pulled my napkin out and put it in Shanel's empty gelati dish. Chantal was disgusted and it was amusing.

Anyways, we left and crossed the street to the bus stop and checked when it would be coming (after a debate. No one wanted to punch numbers into a little cellphone in that cold. Shanel had the honour) and it wouldn't be coming for another twenty minutes! It was like -35 degrees, and we were not going to stand there for that long. The gelati place wouldn't have let us back in, so we walked to the next bus stop, where across the street was a little convenience store. We went there, and Shanel said (in what she might have thought was a quiet voice), "Someone should buy something so they don't think we're stealing." I had only a dollar, so I couldn't. Arielle decided she would buy beef jerky and gum, and Chantal got Tic Tacs. We left five minutes before our bus was expected and stodd around in the bus shack. Stupid thing was late. Curses. But it came and quickly filled up with people.

We got off the bus near the MTS Centre but had to walk to the other side of it, and we ran, with confused shouts from Arielle of, "Where are we going?!" and, "Why are we running?!". We finally got there, our faces half frozen, and stood on the inside, still cold from the outdoors. The 19 finally came and we ran out to get on it, and we did and it was pleasantly warm on the inside. After 15 minutes, and some guy rubbing Shanel's back, we arrived at our stop. Shanel said, "We're not going to make the light unless we run!" so I pushed her off the bus and she ran for a bit. When she started to slow down, I pushed her again and as we arrived at the street, the one running alongside the sidewalk's light turned yellow. "WE WON'T MAKE IT!!!!" she shouted as we ran across, but we made it. This was followed by a cold trek against the wind 'til we got to Chantal's place, with some spurts of running, though that didn't help as it merely helped the wind steal your breath from you. But regardless, we ran, and we arrived at Chantal's frozen and breathless.

We had a conversation that shall not be repeated and then my mom came to pick me up. And so I left Chantal's place. Yep.

Currently Listening: Every You, Every Me by Placebo

Sucker love, a box I choose,

No other box I choose to use.

Another love I would abuse.

No circumstances could excuse.

In the shape of things to come,

Too much poison, come undone

'Cause there's nothing else to do,

Every me and every you.

So we begin...

And so begins another blog. This one, though, won't be quite the same as my previous. I'm trying out different blog-writing styles. Well, except for this post. This post sounds the same as my other blog, but with patience, you shall see.

I'll save all my updates and news and junk for future blogs, since this is just a first post after all, and in a first post, I fnd myself unable to decide what to write. So we shall keep things simple for now. Little introduction to people who might randomly stumble upon this.

I am not going to divulge my real name, since the people who know me know my name and others don't need to know it until they know me. Besides, do a bit of sleuthing and you'll find it on our own. So, as can be seen, I live in Winnipeg, Manitoba, which is just above North Dakota for any Americans. I don't mind it here, but I don't love it either. I'm glad that I have experienced all of the seasons, and I pity those who haven't ever had the chance to see snow. However, I envy them the fact that they don't have to deal with the cold. Winnipeg isn't as bad a place as many other Canadians, and Winnipegers, would make it seem. Sure, it's got bad areas, but what city doesn't? We get the same kind of weather as places in Saskatchewan and Alberta, as well as the northern States, and everyone gets mosquitoes. So it isn't like I'm living in the hellhole people would make Winnipeg out to be.

As is also written already, I love music, all kinds of music, though I'm mainly drawn to rock music. The first band I was truly a fan of was Nirvana, which lasted for a year and was followed by Papa Roach, which last for two. I still really like both bands, Papa Roach especially, but now my favourite band is Nightwish. I was introduced to their music in early August, but it was the "old era" music, and it never really caught my attention. That's when I heard Amaranth. And that's when I fell in love with the band. Since then, I've grown to love both the old and the new eras of Nightwish, and I also enjoy Tarja's solo album. Truthfully, I prefer Anette, but I also respect Tarja and admire her voice. Other bands that I really like are Our Lady Peace, Stabilo, Thornley and Placebo. For the twist, I also enjoy Natasha Bedingfield and some Jesse McCartney songs. I'm always open to new music no matter the genre, because you can't truly label a band. You can't say that you despise all of one genre if you've only heard two artists from that genre. And their songs that are on the radio. Singles are not fair judgements of a band or musician. Maybe its the only song by them you'll like, maybe it's the only one you'll hate. You just don't know until you listen to them further.

My favourite TV shows currently on the air, well not currently with the Writer's Strike, but as in, not cancelled, are Pushing Daisies, House, Gossip Girl, Chuck, Samantha Who?, CSI and 30 Rock. I tend to use a lot of my week just watching these shows, but they are just too good to give up! Where would I be without the oddness of Pushing Daisies? The wit of House? The drama of Gossip Girl and the action of Chuck? The hilarity of Samantha Who? and 30 Rock? The intelligence of CSI? I don't know. I imagine I would find myself a life. As it were, though, I have all these things, and so no need for a life. Well, no will to go out and actually get one.I probably wouldn't even if I hadn't these shows.

Otherwise, there isn't much to say. I read a lot, fantasy novels for the most part, and my favourite book is "The Dragonstone" by Dennis L. McKiernan. My favourite movie is called Flourish and it stars Jennifer Morrison (AKA Dr.Allison Cameron on House). It's a very odd movie, but quite humourous. I also like to make videos, whether it be fanvids or little lame movies with my friends. I play guitar and have been for the past two and a half years, but I've always wanted to play the drums.

Anyways, there we are. My first post here on Blogspot. It's probably best if I wrap it up now, eh?

Currently listening: End of all Hope by Nightwish

No will to wake for this morn,

To see another black rose born.

Deathbed is slowly covered with snow.

Angels, they fell first but I'm still here.

Alone as they are drawing near.

In heaven my masterpiece will finally be sung.