Lord Lich Yours Truly is known as Lord Lich. You are allowed to call her 'my lord' or 'my evilness'. She is often found in Volcano numbers 1 and 2, torturing victims, or in number 4, planning more world conquests. Otherwise, she may be found in number 3, sleeping.
Wishlist
The Thursday Next Series - Jasper Fford
Jingo - Pratchett
Hogfather - Pratchett
Going Postal - Pratchett
Tale of Two Cities
Night Watch - Pratchett
Thief of Time - Pratchett
Monstrous Regiment - Pratchett
Stardust - Neil Gaiman GOOD OMENS - Pratchett and Gaiman
The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
2005 is drawing to an end, and soon I'll be off to china and the next time I talk to anyone after that would be next year. 2005 has been...a year. It's better than last year, that I can honestly say, because I didn't like last year's class one bit, but I wouldn't go as far as to say it's been a wonderful year. I mean, there were ups, and I had fun in class playing ABC bingo and haidai and bullying people and whatnot, but there were also downs, and these are the times that are (unfortunately) imprinted in the memory.
I like being in 308. No, really. I can't imagine being in 309 or 306 or 310 or any other class, really, though I can probably attribute it to having no imagination. (But I'm a very nice person kayyy.) But some times, I dunno. Maybe it's just me, but don't you find yourself always veering towards some common interest as a conversation topic or inane chattering about rubbish? There's always this safe topic there for you to reach out to, for I don't like keeping silences, cause silence is only golden when absolutely necessary.
Yeah, in case you were wondering, I read this introspective piece of writing today, so I'm kinda reflecting on this year. I was wondering about why I keep a blog anyway. I mean, if I wanted a place to vent everything, a private blog would do. If I just wanted a tagboard, you'll just see one tagboard there. And it isn't really much of a journal, cause journals remind me of CLE and it inevitably turns to reflections, and really, my blog is more of inane chattering than anything else. I mean, occasionally when I'm pissed you see a few rants (look below) or a few essays, but it's mostly 'OMG. Hot ang moh guys are hot.' (Okay, I'm not that much of an idiot, but you get the point.)
So I think a blog's mostly about sharing, a release much like when you're complaining to someone about someone else via msn, except a blog would be there when you need it 24/7, and you're not left with the deflated feeling of 'what's past is past, no use bothering about it anymore' in your chest just because it's OVER and you don't have the energy and rage to fuel complaints anymore. And it's different from a private blog, cause you know that even though you're typing in a really ugly white box framed by shit brown mixed with white paint with a hideous orange button below, you're writing out to people and not some page floating in the cyber world.
I like the holidays. Even though sometimes you get really bored and feel like you're missing out on so many could-haves and would-haves had it been school term, it's also extremely peaceful and, I dunno, quiet. Private. Not rushed. And you can just sit on a comfy chair and zoom about and read about idiots who order a calendar only to find that it's two months per page. (Wenting is an idiot. Anyone want to dispute that?)
