And we have.. *drumroll* monday! The absolutely most disturbing and dreaded day of the week. The sword is under construction too, so far only the blade, but the handle will get fixed during next week aswell. Feels pretty good. Ah, the chavs faces when I walked past them eariler today with the whole thing. <3

Worked with cernit-clay a few days back too, saturday I believe. So far I've finished a Domo-Kun (my baby, and he's always following me around in a small breathmint-box, which is where he lives. Haven't figured out a name for him yet, but that problem should be easily fixed. Any suggestions?) and a chocobo that is, well, partly finished. It's a headless chocobo at the moment, but I'm working on it. A neck and head with a good-looking beak isn't really one of my strong sides. The chocobo is named Pete, until further notice.

Since boredom struck - again - as it often does, I'm off for some roleplaying with Jojo. Veryien's gonna burn some flies to death, and a few dwarves if he get's the chance too. Falathar's in a pretty grumpy mood, but I'll see what I can do about it.

In other news, Nate is now dead. The sadistic little bugger got thrown away today, along with a few pieces of paper and the rest of my night-time snack (sandwich).

Onward, to futility.


Coldplay - Yellow

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
And all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn in to something beautiful
D'you know
You know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know
For you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry

It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do

Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia. And, to top it off, I've got a blazing headache. No better way to start the weekend, eh?

For monday I've got a nice little essay about genes, DNA, mRNA, tRNA, rRNA, evolution and all that other crap to finish. 22 Q&A to be done, and I'm at.. *counts* number 7! Oh glorious mood and oh even more glorious lazyness. It doesn't happen to be so that anyone has a nice little essay of, oh let's say, fifteen pages or more to send to me? I'd be ever so grateful and give you grapes (not Nate though, he's in some kind of psycho-mood today), and erh, hugs and stuff and cookies? Actually, not cookies. They're mine. My precioussss. *cough* Erh, yeah.

And I want to roleplaaaaaaay. Someone kick Jojo's ass over here, so we can make evil plans and drive the characters nuts. Veryien (a sarcastic, nihilistic drow who prefers to throw fireballs in the faces of people over a normal nice "hello") will go nuts and want to kill me. He'll without a doubt torment me in my brain and mind, as usual, when there's something he dislikes. Like SMK. Why the hell doesn't that blasted drow like a little bit of blip-blop? I'll teach him.. (*Ninni goes weird, schizofrenic bastardious bitch*)

Mwah. No. Essay tomorrow, now videogames. I swear, I'll become Gabe or Tycho in Penny Arcade(http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic) someday. Most likely Tycho, he's more of a bastard. Gabe's just.. insane.


Onward, to futility.




Alice In Videoland - Radiosong

Aint nobody's business what I'm doing with my life,
So if I should feel like wasting it all that should be alright

Feelin' sorry for myself was takin' up my time,
So I thought I'd stay at home, until I got some kind of sign

Thank god one of the guys, he got to me.
Said, get your butt here A.S.A.P.
Looked me in the eyes,
Shook his head,
Pulled up a chair and then he said

Hey, ya might just wanna,
Sit down when I tell ya this honey,
I know you've been dumped and all that shit
But your attitude sucks, you gotta admit
Get yourself together I know you,
You rat on me once and I'll kill you,
One more he said,
And you're as good as dead.

I guess I have no choice, but with admitting my mistake.
There's no excuse to be alive, each time this young heart breaks.
Life should be a fairy tale with happy ever afters
Like a place where no one lies,
All problems solved with laughters

Thank god one of the guys, he got to me.
Said, get your butt here A.S.A.P.
Looked me in the eyes,
Shook his head,
Pulled up a chair and then he said,

Hey, ya might just wanna,
Sit down when I tell ya this honey,
I know you've been dumped and all that shit
But your attitude sucks, you gotta admit
Get yourself together I know you,
You rat on me once and I'll kill you,
One more he said,
And you're as good as dead.

One member of my pack said to me
I hope you understand you're not gonna like what I have to say
I know you've been dumped and all that shit
But your attitude sucks you gotta admit
Get yourself together, I know you.
If you rat on me once, I'll kill you.

Hey, ya might just wanna,
Sit down when I tell ya this honey,
I know you've been dumped and all that shit
But your attitude sucks, you gotta admit
Get yourself together I know you,
You rat on me once and I'll kill you,
One more he said,
And you're as good as dead.

And here we go, I presume. New blog, new beginning, if one has the energy to look at it in that way.

This blog will be updated very, very rarely, and usually only with lyrics and/or other crap, so don't expect me going all bananas on your arses. Quite frankly, I only have this thing to get rid of thoughts and lyrics that take up too much space in my mind. If you find that boring or things alike, don't bother dropping in. :3

Insane girl who likes music, lunacy, sarcasm and anything out of the ordinary says hi by the cunning use of a waving hand. 'Ello maniacs. I'm eating grapes, those green small, round things you know? Though these are messed up. Found a quadgrape a few hours back, and it looked anything but normal. It was named Charlie and put to the side, as special things are supposed to be taken care of. Unfortunately, now Charlie is dead. I ate him. He tasted sour, the bastard. One of Charlie's mates were white and gross. I named him Nate, and I think he's a bit of a pessimist. Not too sure though.

Anyway, this little insane girl wants to kill things, which means videogames 'til she faints on the spot.

Onward, to futility.



Broder Daniel - Dump For Broken Dreams

If we're told we're an asset
Why are we treated like a problem
And if you break our dreams
Do our hearts not go to sleep

Like a dump for broken dreams
Is how this country seems
Splinters of dreams
So it feels

If we're always discouraged
If time for us can't be afforded
If an open heart gets crushed down
What then is rewarded

In this world inside a jar
Our jobs are all we are
You are like a ghost
If you have none
When they say we have no use
They must be deaf and blind
Why should we take abuse
I pay no mind

If everything's perfunctory
Only made half-heartedly
If all is done by default
What is done from the heart

Like a dump for broken dreams
Is how this country seems
Splinters of dreams
So it feels
How come no one sees
We're just categories
We live and die
By rank