I just found a live in Osaka I want to go to on the 10th!!
So it looks like I will be doing Nagoya Holiday on the 9th, Osaka Club DROP on the 10th, the Osaka Holiday on the 11th and 12th.. BWAHAHAHAHAHA! DEATH TO ME!! xD
Ok.. no more posts from me.. going to get ready now! xD
And Jay? I love you, I miss you, and I'm sorry my phone eats your credit. Talking to you really was the highlight of my day, so thank you *snuggles*
Dissertation chapter is handed in, Chris Eyre is still an idiot who doesn't think before opening his mouth, and Laura kills me with lasagna. I'm STILL full ><;
I watched *pnish* On vol.4, and buh. Men who can dance well are SO hot. I want all of them. The outfits for the last dance were so hot, and I want MoriEiji's jacket and hat, so I too can be the dandy highwayman. Tuti is a madman, and I want his body. Washio can be quite the hottie at times, and is it wrong that I think Daiki looks sexy in the goggles?
I so have to make icons from that show. I mean, guh. Sexy dancing boys. Hips. Yum.
I have the scary urge to learn the dance routines oO;
Oh, and Faulkner got the Egyptian dictionary wrong and my new favourite swear word is dpt ^___________^
Scene opens. We see a big, big city. Thousands of buildings reaching up the cold grey sky and many cars all over the wide streets roading nowhere, but still, no sign of life. They're all empty. It's all desertic. Maybe desertic isn't the right word. It's all hollow. Almost hollow. There is although an old lady sitting on a bench. She's at the fall of her life and her hair is now completely white, whitening. We see now the narrator who no longer can be called so, 'cause the He just lost its sense. Seems like he hasn't been there for a while. Seems like "he" hasn't been there for a lifetime, I tells you. Since the times pennies had bumblebees on it. "Gimme five bees", you'd say. But that's not important. The really important part is what the old lady has to say to the narrator. Maybe not exactly "to" him. Maybe just for herself, maybe her sense is now also far gone. "We're the last earthlings", she says. "We're the last trace of Earth's disease, that now, at last, is cured. Oh, my dear, it was terrible... We've been beaten. No come back." sigh. "You should go home now. Go home, honey, and wait for none." sigh. Scene closes. Pops the question.
Why does everything I do always seem so incomplete?
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Date: 28 May 2006 17:51 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 17 Aug 2006 22:07 (UTC)I just found a live in Osaka I want to go to on the 10th!!
So it looks like I will be doing Nagoya Holiday on the 9th, Osaka Club DROP on the 10th, the Osaka Holiday on the 11th and 12th.. BWAHAHAHAHAHA! DEATH TO ME!! xD
Ok.. no more posts from me.. going to get ready now! xD
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Date: 17 Aug 2006 22:07 (UTC)And Jay? I love you, I miss you, and I'm sorry my phone eats your credit. Talking to you really was the highlight of my day, so thank you *snuggles*
Dissertation chapter is handed in, Chris Eyre is still an idiot who doesn't think before opening his mouth, and Laura kills me with lasagna. I'm STILL full ><;
I watched *pnish* On vol.4, and buh. Men who can dance well are SO hot. I want all of them. The outfits for the last dance were so hot, and I want MoriEiji's jacket
and hat, so I too can be the dandy highwayman. Tuti is a madman, and I want his body. Washio can be quite the hottie at times, and is it wrong that I think Daiki looks sexy in the goggles?I so have to make icons from that show. I mean, guh. Sexy dancing boys. Hips. Yum.
I have the scary urge to learn the dance routines oO;
Oh, and Faulkner got the Egyptian dictionary wrong and my new favourite swear word is dpt ^___________^
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Date: 17 Aug 2006 22:40 (UTC)We see a big, big city.
Thousands of buildings reaching up the cold grey sky and many cars all over the wide streets roading nowhere, but still, no sign of life. They're all empty. It's all desertic.
Maybe desertic isn't the right word.
It's all hollow.
Almost hollow.
There is although an old lady sitting on a bench. She's at the fall of her life and her hair is now completely white, whitening. We see now the narrator who no longer can be called so, 'cause the He just lost its sense.
Seems like he hasn't been there for a while. Seems like "he" hasn't been there for a lifetime, I tells you. Since the times pennies had bumblebees on it. "Gimme five bees", you'd say. But that's not important. The really important part is what the old lady has to say to the narrator. Maybe not exactly "to" him. Maybe just for herself, maybe her sense is now also far gone. "We're the last earthlings", she says. "We're the last trace of Earth's disease, that now, at last, is cured. Oh, my dear, it was terrible... We've been beaten. No come back." sigh. "You should go home now. Go home, honey, and wait for none." sigh.
Scene closes.
Pops the question.
Why does everything I do always seem so incomplete?
(and When will I learn to hide my shame?)