I am, at the time of writing this, in Ukraine. I'm visiting my brother and his wife. Figured this would be a good place to jot down some things about the trip. dA wouldn't be as appropriate and it's not like this has gotten much traffic from myself in a while. This is of course mostly to remember things.
Okay. Starting from yesterday the main thing tht comes to mind is that I was not at pretty much any point particularly excited. Or well, nervous would be a better word, I guess. I was sort of excited in a good way, but there were no butterflies (which I kept hoping would appear at some point). No nervousness much at all. Everything went so very smoothly. Mom was nervous while we were waiting for my dad to come pick me, but I was just kind of bored. Because it took him a while!
Checking in was easy, waiting for boarding was easy... The good excitement came went the plane really started to take off. I was a touch worried that something would go wrong and how much of a shame it would be, having only gotten started on the adventure of travelling by plane for the first time in my life. (oh yeah, that was a big thing.) But all went smoothly. They let me sit a window seat on the first flight. :)
My ears didn't pop much, but they kept trying to close or something. I in turn kept swallowing and yawning, which helped. Both of the flights themselves were uneventful and a bit dull, but that's okay.
Then arrived late at night, finally, to their apartment and got promptly shown around both theirs and her grandfather's adjoining one. Her grandfather being on vacation elsewhere, I was allowed to stay at his place. Plenty of privacy like so, which is good, even if there is a cat whoäs used to getting his way. :p
This morning, woke up early with only a little bit of a stuffy nose (mildly allergic to cats, but this old dude hasn't given me much trouble). I did put him outside the bedroom for the night - a fact the cat was not happy about, but I felt it was the safer choice for me. No waking up with throat closing in the middle of the night!
Also, there's some rain. It was a tiny trickle at first, and then bam! Suddenly, huge rain drops everywhere. Looked totally fun from the inside though. Don't know if this means we'll be staying inside for the day... I guess it would be more comfortable than to go out and get soaked. I mean, for them. I still like rain. ^_^
Must get around to taking a bunch of pictures. :)
keskiviikko 6. heinäkuuta 2011
maanantai 29. maaliskuuta 2010
On Moving
I've been packing my stuff, because we're moving. And by we I mean me and my family (includes mother and sister, and technically a hamster and some fish, but I don't really count those), not just myself which would be even better. But all in good time.
We've managed to throw a bunch of stuff out, one of the biggest being the bottom of my bed. Well, it's called a yankeebed in Finnish, no idea what it's supposed to be in English. It's like a mattress with short legs, then a second one over it, no wooden sides or anything. Really difficult to clean under, kind of uncomfy and weird if one's used to having a bed with an actual frame? Yeah, so we're totally getting rid of it. It wouldn't fit into my new room in any case and I've long wanted a real bed with a proper frame to place it. Since I still need a place to sleep, the top mattress now rests straight on the floor. It's still thick enough to be comfortable though. Unfortunately considering my new room I'll still have to get a bed I won't be wanting to keep whenever I do move to a place of my own. See, it'll have to be bunk bed, except with a space underneath for my desk, which is larger than an ordinary workdesk, since it's technically a craftsdesk. Gotta have room for those fabrics and all that. (it still had one of those sliding little ledges for a keyboard, though... but we did throw that out, because I had no use for one. Too tricky for me.)
Ah, but I was supposed to tell you about my current sleeping arrangement. Bed; on the floor. Packed boxes of my stuff; around it. Okay, my room is ordinary rectangular shape. Window at one end. The bed's head was touching the wall, but otherwise it was slightly towards the center of the room so that there was space between the bed and the window to walk about. Not much.. but enough to sort of comfortably vacuum there. The bed's still sort of in the same place, but now most boxes are in the space between the bed and window. And then, with a very small space to walk sideways, the other boxes in a line on the other side of the bed. Getting the picture yet?
I couldn't imagine how utterly comfortable I'd feel lying there! It was the strangest thing. You'd think, suddenly the bed you've had for a few years and gotten used to disappears, and all the space you've had around you is gone, instead there's a wall on both sides stealing away the familiar sight of the birchtree outside, and the rest of the lovely room (pleasantly mostly green, just to my taste). But there I was and couldn't remember the last time I'd felt pleased lying in my own bed. And I thought: "Why is it that I feel so good when my whole life is in a kind of transition?" And I really don't have an answer. I just do. Maybe a part of me yearns for a change to happen to me, since my life's been rather uneventful so far. (and really, still is, moving is nothing new for me) A part of me wants get up and run out there and see what's going and take part, and GET ON WITH LIVING ALREADY.
Yeah, it could be that. :) Considering the tiny part of me that is not looking forward to settling down elsewhere. I'm a wandering soul at heart, perhaps. But since the only ways to places unknown are my dreams, I don't exactly have much of a choice.
Oh well. It's life. I'll get used to it. :\
But yeah, that space on the floor is super nice. I still have two more nights that I can spend there, reading a book or just closing my eyes and dreaming of nice things.
We've managed to throw a bunch of stuff out, one of the biggest being the bottom of my bed. Well, it's called a yankeebed in Finnish, no idea what it's supposed to be in English. It's like a mattress with short legs, then a second one over it, no wooden sides or anything. Really difficult to clean under, kind of uncomfy and weird if one's used to having a bed with an actual frame? Yeah, so we're totally getting rid of it. It wouldn't fit into my new room in any case and I've long wanted a real bed with a proper frame to place it. Since I still need a place to sleep, the top mattress now rests straight on the floor. It's still thick enough to be comfortable though. Unfortunately considering my new room I'll still have to get a bed I won't be wanting to keep whenever I do move to a place of my own. See, it'll have to be bunk bed, except with a space underneath for my desk, which is larger than an ordinary workdesk, since it's technically a craftsdesk. Gotta have room for those fabrics and all that. (it still had one of those sliding little ledges for a keyboard, though... but we did throw that out, because I had no use for one. Too tricky for me.)
Ah, but I was supposed to tell you about my current sleeping arrangement. Bed; on the floor. Packed boxes of my stuff; around it. Okay, my room is ordinary rectangular shape. Window at one end. The bed's head was touching the wall, but otherwise it was slightly towards the center of the room so that there was space between the bed and the window to walk about. Not much.. but enough to sort of comfortably vacuum there. The bed's still sort of in the same place, but now most boxes are in the space between the bed and window. And then, with a very small space to walk sideways, the other boxes in a line on the other side of the bed. Getting the picture yet?
I couldn't imagine how utterly comfortable I'd feel lying there! It was the strangest thing. You'd think, suddenly the bed you've had for a few years and gotten used to disappears, and all the space you've had around you is gone, instead there's a wall on both sides stealing away the familiar sight of the birchtree outside, and the rest of the lovely room (pleasantly mostly green, just to my taste). But there I was and couldn't remember the last time I'd felt pleased lying in my own bed. And I thought: "Why is it that I feel so good when my whole life is in a kind of transition?" And I really don't have an answer. I just do. Maybe a part of me yearns for a change to happen to me, since my life's been rather uneventful so far. (and really, still is, moving is nothing new for me) A part of me wants get up and run out there and see what's going and take part, and GET ON WITH LIVING ALREADY.
Yeah, it could be that. :) Considering the tiny part of me that is not looking forward to settling down elsewhere. I'm a wandering soul at heart, perhaps. But since the only ways to places unknown are my dreams, I don't exactly have much of a choice.
Oh well. It's life. I'll get used to it. :\
But yeah, that space on the floor is super nice. I still have two more nights that I can spend there, reading a book or just closing my eyes and dreaming of nice things.
sunnuntai 1. marraskuuta 2009
I should just name this my NaNo blog
or something like that.
It's Nov 1st, around 6.30pm and I've just realised that I should have prepared a little better to the start of Nano. Mainly, I should have prepared. In the previous weeks I figured, 'oh, I'll write something I know, I've done it four times, I can do it easily now', and you know I probably can. Only not easily. And I really don't feel like starting.
I almost forgot it started today, too. My mother greets me sometime during the day (as I wake up late late late), that she's already started and how much have I got. I am still going to do this nano-thing, right? Have I changed my mind? I didn't answer much. I was kind of surprised I'd manage to forget I was supposed to be excited about getting to write.
I was excited yesterday. But then I started reading the Watchmen comics and time just sort of took off somewhere without letting me know it was kind of late, before it was 2am and I was dead tired. And that's how I missed my first hours of my fifth year of doing Nano.
Oh well. I'll start a little later on. I mean, I know I can do this, so I don't have to worry. Eventually.. and onwards to yet another victory. Maybe if I tried to care more, the actual work would seem a lot more exciting. Maybe I should...
Well, the stories' have got to come out eventually. I know I'll find my treasures in there somewhere. And I'll love them no matter what.
With that, here's to another NaNoWriMo and a heap of good luck and inspiration to all other participants!
It's Nov 1st, around 6.30pm and I've just realised that I should have prepared a little better to the start of Nano. Mainly, I should have prepared. In the previous weeks I figured, 'oh, I'll write something I know, I've done it four times, I can do it easily now', and you know I probably can. Only not easily. And I really don't feel like starting.
I almost forgot it started today, too. My mother greets me sometime during the day (as I wake up late late late), that she's already started and how much have I got. I am still going to do this nano-thing, right? Have I changed my mind? I didn't answer much. I was kind of surprised I'd manage to forget I was supposed to be excited about getting to write.
I was excited yesterday. But then I started reading the Watchmen comics and time just sort of took off somewhere without letting me know it was kind of late, before it was 2am and I was dead tired. And that's how I missed my first hours of my fifth year of doing Nano.
Oh well. I'll start a little later on. I mean, I know I can do this, so I don't have to worry. Eventually.. and onwards to yet another victory. Maybe if I tried to care more, the actual work would seem a lot more exciting. Maybe I should...
Well, the stories' have got to come out eventually. I know I'll find my treasures in there somewhere. And I'll love them no matter what.
With that, here's to another NaNoWriMo and a heap of good luck and inspiration to all other participants!
maanantai 9. helmikuuta 2009
I drew a flower amongst
On some days I feel a little better. On some days I feel little insaner than before.
I wonder what's wrong with me?
I wonder what's wrong with me?
maanantai 22. joulukuuta 2008
lauantai 29. marraskuuta 2008
Finished NaNo for this year. Well, finish and finish, got to 50k words all right, but the story didn't even start. I did get scene in with Gwen thinking over the disaster that's been her life so far. Also, sadness because her hero of a brother got killed and left behind, even though he's a prince. Suckness for that.
But I am done. Perhaps forever. I don't think I can do NaNo ever again, it's just too painful, especially with stories I don't know well enough, or care enough.
But I said the same thing last year, and look at me now. A winner, technically. Can't even get the bloody certificate to work on my old old version of Adobe Reader or whatever... So, have to download a new version, except first I have to register and give'em all sorts of groovy information about myself (and my bank account at some point, I'm sure), and then.. then I have to verify my email address twice, cos I guess they just like being dicks, and then they further ram that fact in by insisting I download an Adobe Download Manager, before I can finally get the bloody trial blah blah version of Acrobat 9.
Pahhhhh! -_-
Also, it is taking forever. This is so wrong.
Also also, while being away today, and after returning home, I find out that there has been evil things going on in our computers. For about two weeks mine and my mother's computers have been remotely controlled, apparently, because there was a lacking password somewhere, but my brother has apparently fixed this. Which is good, because now F-Secure can actually update again, which it has been unable to do. Suckness, but I thought nothing of it.
More suckness for the fuckers trying to steal out stuff - we gots nothing to take! Haha! The joke's on you, nowgodieplz.
Anyway... I need to rest now. Sleep is calling for me. And I want to drop on its arms and let it heal me forever... ~_~
But I am done. Perhaps forever. I don't think I can do NaNo ever again, it's just too painful, especially with stories I don't know well enough, or care enough.
But I said the same thing last year, and look at me now. A winner, technically. Can't even get the bloody certificate to work on my old old version of Adobe Reader or whatever... So, have to download a new version, except first I have to register and give'em all sorts of groovy information about myself (and my bank account at some point, I'm sure), and then.. then I have to verify my email address twice, cos I guess they just like being dicks, and then they further ram that fact in by insisting I download an Adobe Download Manager, before I can finally get the bloody trial blah blah version of Acrobat 9.
Pahhhhh! -_-
Also, it is taking forever. This is so wrong.
Also also, while being away today, and after returning home, I find out that there has been evil things going on in our computers. For about two weeks mine and my mother's computers have been remotely controlled, apparently, because there was a lacking password somewhere, but my brother has apparently fixed this. Which is good, because now F-Secure can actually update again, which it has been unable to do. Suckness, but I thought nothing of it.
More suckness for the fuckers trying to steal out stuff - we gots nothing to take! Haha! The joke's on you, nowgodieplz.
Anyway... I need to rest now. Sleep is calling for me. And I want to drop on its arms and let it heal me forever... ~_~
perjantai 28. marraskuuta 2008
So tired... For the past few weeks I've been exhausted all the time - all the damn time... Mostly because of school and all its works piling up, being late, making mistakes, not understanding enough, not doing enough.. but also with the added stress of NaNo. This November has been almost nothing but hell.
I've kept up with writing; why? It doesn't really help me in any way in any direction. I haven't even really written the story I was supposed to, I'm doing much the same thing as last year, writing about the histories of different characters. Yes, in story form, but they're not in any way part of the actual story. Admitted, I've found a lot of fun things about them, and interesting events, but still...
I could've used all that time to sleep a little more, not be late so often, and actually get things done on time for once. And now I've gone and dragged my partner to the same lateness mess with my mess-ups. She had her personal work ready like over a week ago, I'm barely midway. And the customer job we're doing? She's done most of it. I don't even know what the hell I've been doing, but it feels like I've done nothing, and she just slaves away. I mean, honestly, what gives? Why am I so slow?
I feel so useless sometimes! Got nothing worth giving that someone else doesn't have (and more and better), got no words to say that wouldn't come out wrong, got no sense of morality or backbone to kick me through things. Got nothing. Just.. nothing.
I'm just so goddamn tired I want to.. I don't know, kick someone. Maybe myself, if I had the energy. And so apathetic. I think I'm lying to everyone all the time, looking cheery and assuring them that yes, I love life and working and giving my time for others, and at that moment I usually believe myself too.. but afterwardS? I just couldn't care less about other people. I'm too busy moping about my own sad little life.
That's why I leave my room. I have to. I'd kill myself if I just sat here every day.
And I know that that wouldn't really fix anything in the end.
I've kept up with writing; why? It doesn't really help me in any way in any direction. I haven't even really written the story I was supposed to, I'm doing much the same thing as last year, writing about the histories of different characters. Yes, in story form, but they're not in any way part of the actual story. Admitted, I've found a lot of fun things about them, and interesting events, but still...
I could've used all that time to sleep a little more, not be late so often, and actually get things done on time for once. And now I've gone and dragged my partner to the same lateness mess with my mess-ups. She had her personal work ready like over a week ago, I'm barely midway. And the customer job we're doing? She's done most of it. I don't even know what the hell I've been doing, but it feels like I've done nothing, and she just slaves away. I mean, honestly, what gives? Why am I so slow?
I feel so useless sometimes! Got nothing worth giving that someone else doesn't have (and more and better), got no words to say that wouldn't come out wrong, got no sense of morality or backbone to kick me through things. Got nothing. Just.. nothing.
I'm just so goddamn tired I want to.. I don't know, kick someone. Maybe myself, if I had the energy. And so apathetic. I think I'm lying to everyone all the time, looking cheery and assuring them that yes, I love life and working and giving my time for others, and at that moment I usually believe myself too.. but afterwardS? I just couldn't care less about other people. I'm too busy moping about my own sad little life.
That's why I leave my room. I have to. I'd kill myself if I just sat here every day.
And I know that that wouldn't really fix anything in the end.
sunnuntai 23. marraskuuta 2008
A quickie about NaNo. I wrote little over 1000 words, which got me above today's quota, just. I don't really know what's going to happen next, anyway. I wrote a little dialogue between two nothern clan leaders, but that didn't really go anywhere, and then I went with finding out about Adoun. Okay, so he gets dumped at a church, and gets totally taken in by god's grace, because this priest guy wasn't even going to check the place, but did go because he had a 'feeling'. And then there was a baby! And now he's a kid, and apparently his 'uncle' shows up to claim him or something, but everyone has a bit of an odd feeling about him. And I really doubt he's Adoun's uncle. The guy does claim to know why Adoun was named like he was, and get this: turns out, that there was a note with him, asking only that he be named Adoun Jiverge (say it with a French accent!) and nothing else. Well! I think he might be making it up, though, but the priest just left to go and get him while little Adoun waits with mixed feelings. And I'll be continuing from that tomorrow...
In other news, my brother, I guess, is angry at me because I don't spend time with my father. Because I was away in another town for the night. Because my class had organised a small dinner, afterwards three of us went to a friend and watched a movie. My my! Then we talked and giggled and laughed, and slept. And then we watched two movies more. Heavens!
Well, yesterday was a lot of fun, and most of today too. Well, you know, except until my brother tells me off. He has a point, but is very bad at getting them out. Ends up being a jerk, which of course doesn't work.
Well, jerk's behaviour isn't the best way to get me to make compromises.. :\
In other news, my brother, I guess, is angry at me because I don't spend time with my father. Because I was away in another town for the night. Because my class had organised a small dinner, afterwards three of us went to a friend and watched a movie. My my! Then we talked and giggled and laughed, and slept. And then we watched two movies more. Heavens!
Well, yesterday was a lot of fun, and most of today too. Well, you know, except until my brother tells me off. He has a point, but is very bad at getting them out. Ends up being a jerk, which of course doesn't work.
Well, jerk's behaviour isn't the best way to get me to make compromises.. :\
perjantai 21. marraskuuta 2008
So, now I've got Leofric and Astrid together, and married. Time to take a detour around the other countries in the world. My first craving was towards west, because it's so much and much unexplored plot land. I've come up with names for some of the countries, but not all of them.
One somewhat minor character comes from Sarga, which is below Wull, which are west from Delunia, which is directly west from Aylee. I've named him Adoun Jiverge (say it with a french accent!), and he's to be the bishop of Aylee's church for the time that Leofric lives, and till Gwen is born. He's old enough and dies at 80 something before Godrick's birth. Basically, he's an orphan, given to a church to be taken care of, and he goes into a monastery at a young age, then leaves with an older brother/father as a teen to go and teach the Aylee about the western faith. And then follows some more history.
I'm just curious, because for all the time I've ever thought about the kingdom story, my focus has always been mostly just Aylee. When I started planning more for this, this year, I started to find out that the world is a LOT bigger than just Aylee and Alsoth. It's got a while sphere of lands! Most of them don't feature in anyway in the story, because some are so forgotten, that people don't even know they exist. But they sort of do in my mind, which is the cool part.
And that's what I want to find out next, before getting into the birth of Garrick and what happens to him and etc.. I want to figure out what kind of nations the western kingdoms are, and the southern empire, and the northern clans too. And even Alsoth, because it's bit of a mystery as well! It all is! And it's so much fun! ^_^
Also, a bit of an update. At 37406 words now, and my nano progress report is claiming it's not a good amount. Keeps showing me red for my wordcount, even though it's above tomorrow's quota! Hmh. I wrote about 1100 and something words just now, and am calling it a night. I doubt I'll be able to write anything tomorrow, because I'll be gone all day, and even spending the night elsewhere. Suck much? Not really, I've good friend company. :) And I'm sure I'll have time to write on sunday, in the evening.
... now was there something else I meant to say before I fall asleep...?
Oh yes. Kid, from a previous post? Well, Kid said to me yesterday that they aren't annoyed at me anymore, which is good. I think we can try and talk again. I just wish I knew what threw Kid off me, and what exactly made Kid change their mind.. Maybe I'll find out tomorrow. I'm kind of curious. But also with a bit of dread. :\
One somewhat minor character comes from Sarga, which is below Wull, which are west from Delunia, which is directly west from Aylee. I've named him Adoun Jiverge (say it with a french accent!), and he's to be the bishop of Aylee's church for the time that Leofric lives, and till Gwen is born. He's old enough and dies at 80 something before Godrick's birth. Basically, he's an orphan, given to a church to be taken care of, and he goes into a monastery at a young age, then leaves with an older brother/father as a teen to go and teach the Aylee about the western faith. And then follows some more history.
I'm just curious, because for all the time I've ever thought about the kingdom story, my focus has always been mostly just Aylee. When I started planning more for this, this year, I started to find out that the world is a LOT bigger than just Aylee and Alsoth. It's got a while sphere of lands! Most of them don't feature in anyway in the story, because some are so forgotten, that people don't even know they exist. But they sort of do in my mind, which is the cool part.
And that's what I want to find out next, before getting into the birth of Garrick and what happens to him and etc.. I want to figure out what kind of nations the western kingdoms are, and the southern empire, and the northern clans too. And even Alsoth, because it's bit of a mystery as well! It all is! And it's so much fun! ^_^
Also, a bit of an update. At 37406 words now, and my nano progress report is claiming it's not a good amount. Keeps showing me red for my wordcount, even though it's above tomorrow's quota! Hmh. I wrote about 1100 and something words just now, and am calling it a night. I doubt I'll be able to write anything tomorrow, because I'll be gone all day, and even spending the night elsewhere. Suck much? Not really, I've good friend company. :) And I'm sure I'll have time to write on sunday, in the evening.
... now was there something else I meant to say before I fall asleep...?
Oh yes. Kid, from a previous post? Well, Kid said to me yesterday that they aren't annoyed at me anymore, which is good. I think we can try and talk again. I just wish I knew what threw Kid off me, and what exactly made Kid change their mind.. Maybe I'll find out tomorrow. I'm kind of curious. But also with a bit of dread. :\
keskiviikko 19. marraskuuta 2008
Back on track with the writing. Now at 31715 words, today's goal is supposed to be 31673 words, exactly. So, I caught up! Which is needed, because it's looking like I won't be doing any writing on saturday, so I'ma gonna need to try and get ahead again. Oh well. :)
It's an interesting scene, surprising me. You see, Loftva has just been made a lieutenant, and the guy who originally enlisted him, lieutenant-ambassador Callach, now just a senior lieutenant without the ambassador's sash, is also there and they've gone away to talk about the good ol' days (Loftva's barely below thirty, Callach like forty or something), and blah blah, dialogue happens. Then the king comes in and I realise that Callach is going to try and kill Leofric (the king!). And I don't know why. I mean, what's his reasoning? We may never find out. But he tries anyway. He's seemingly drunk now, but Loftva's not easily fooled. See, he's smart enough to see behind Callach' fake drunkenness, he just has no idea why he's doing that. Mostly because all they've had is some warmed, maybe a little spiced wine, and because Callach is an ambassador he ought to be able to take a lot more before coming inebriated, because they drink well enough in the south too. So, yeah, Loftva is suspicious, even when he's seemingly completely focusing on his talk with the king, who's just sort of standing there.
So, (this is going to happen next and I shall go and write it..) suddenly Callach jumps, pulls out a knife, without a word tries to lunge at the kind, who barely has time to go 'huh? When Loftva is already smashing his wine goblet at Callach, who probably gets the drink in his eyes, and has to close'em, which gives Loftva just enough time to grab the hand, and the knife, and throw him to the floor. And then the king reacts.
Something like that anyway.
I wonder why Callach does it, though. I really thought he was a good guy! :\
Wait, there was something else... oh yeah. I'm sick with a flu. Oh, well a cough now, just. But it started with an achey throat, which turned into cough, and now it's been almost a week. So annoying. >:\ But I'm still rewarding my caughting upness with chocolate, and that's that. Also, a widget widget, so the first one doesn't just drop down below...
It's an interesting scene, surprising me. You see, Loftva has just been made a lieutenant, and the guy who originally enlisted him, lieutenant-ambassador Callach, now just a senior lieutenant without the ambassador's sash, is also there and they've gone away to talk about the good ol' days (Loftva's barely below thirty, Callach like forty or something), and blah blah, dialogue happens. Then the king comes in and I realise that Callach is going to try and kill Leofric (the king!). And I don't know why. I mean, what's his reasoning? We may never find out. But he tries anyway. He's seemingly drunk now, but Loftva's not easily fooled. See, he's smart enough to see behind Callach' fake drunkenness, he just has no idea why he's doing that. Mostly because all they've had is some warmed, maybe a little spiced wine, and because Callach is an ambassador he ought to be able to take a lot more before coming inebriated, because they drink well enough in the south too. So, yeah, Loftva is suspicious, even when he's seemingly completely focusing on his talk with the king, who's just sort of standing there.
So, (this is going to happen next and I shall go and write it..) suddenly Callach jumps, pulls out a knife, without a word tries to lunge at the kind, who barely has time to go 'huh? When Loftva is already smashing his wine goblet at Callach, who probably gets the drink in his eyes, and has to close'em, which gives Loftva just enough time to grab the hand, and the knife, and throw him to the floor. And then the king reacts.
Something like that anyway.
I wonder why Callach does it, though. I really thought he was a good guy! :\
Wait, there was something else... oh yeah. I'm sick with a flu. Oh, well a cough now, just. But it started with an achey throat, which turned into cough, and now it's been almost a week. So annoying. >:\ But I'm still rewarding my caughting upness with chocolate, and that's that. Also, a widget widget, so the first one doesn't just drop down below...
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