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
Whee. I'm baaccckkk! The thai trip was, like, so sudden. Dad just called home and was like, pack your bags, we're going to thailand, and I was like, HUH. -_____-"
Anyway, the plane trip was, like, one and a half hours, so at least I didn't get planesick or anything. Phew. But the trip was TIRING. TIRING, I tell you. I'm, like, aching all over. My arms hurt and so does my butt, for some obscure reason. Actually, they don't hurt too much now. Was much worse yesterday.
Okay, I take that back. My arm hurts again. Though it may have something to do with me just walking into a door. Owww. *whines*
Anyway, the first day was lousy. Spent majority of my time cooped up in a) the car, or 2) an office. Died of boredom, I tell you.
Second day went SHOPPING. OMG. Thai stuff are uber cheap. What a waste, I only had an hour in the place.
Jeans: $99 Black hoodie: $299 CD: $104
Sadness, really, cause daddy only gave me $1000 to spend in the place, and I had to waste money on my sister. ($299) Oh, and these are in baht, and the exchange rate is 24:1, so do the maths. Er...you didn't actually think I was that rich, did you? ^^
Er...then the next day we went to this lil' island near the hotel, spent most of the morning there, and ate in the rain. (the roof was holy...er...holey) Parachuted strung to the end of a boat. Twas so funnnnn.
Oh, did I mention that Thai ppl are HOOOOTTTTT??? And for once, both the guys AND the girls. They're, like, the tall, dark hawaiian (sp?) ppl. And the guys are just. so. musculine. OMG. *puddle of lichen*
ANYWAY, we watched the Tiffany's show when we returned, La Vie en Rose. Ah yes, the transexual show. The men are fucking GORGEOUS. And not the male gorgeous. It's the female lingerie ad makeup ad gorgeous. And they're men. My father mentioned something about them having to take all the random shots of chemicals and nonsense (silicon?) since young to sorta 'alter' their sex, so they hardly live over 44. In fact, all the older ones are the ugly ones who have undergone no operation.
Anyway, so they were performing and whatnot, the dance wasn't too bad, but their shimmy was weird, in the sense that they refuse to let go and, well, shimmy. (I think it has something to do with the fake boobs.)
Ah wells. Anyway, I was wondering, since they could more or less pass off as (gorgeous, where's the fairness in that?) women, what they really thought about real females. So I came to the conclusion that if I were them, I would hate women. I mean, even as I type this as objectively as I can, which is very, cause I don't have anything against gays (only lezzies, and everyone knows why), I keep referring to them as 'fake women' and 'normal women'. I mean, they'll never be accepted both ways anyway. They're not men, at least, not anymore, nor will they ever be real women. Just some cross-breed interbetween species for which the only acceptance they'll ever face is as some circus animal in a freak show. It doesn't matter that they're much chio-er than, say, majority of the thai ppl out there, a straight man would much rather be shagging a female hunchback of notre dame than them. And I mean, they're giving up so much of their life just to live the short 44 years or less as some circus freak just so that they can be the gender of their choice instead of nature.
And after that had spaghetti on the bus, so blah blah blah, it was quite dry though. Sadness.
So. Then the next day we packed and went home, watched sky high on the plane, and cursed the plane food. I swear, it's not fair, it's not. I'm jealous of my sis. I mean, just because she's young she gets SAUSAGES, for gawds sake! I mean, like, hello, I OBVIOUSLY deserve the more decent food, seeing that I'm planesick-prone and all, but nooo, I get the nauseating food and she gets the BROWNIE!!! *howls*
