Urgh... i've got a goblin in my head, eating my words
Feels like it... anyway. I've been snotfaced and miserable recently and my head hurts so much I can't even sleep all that peacefully. I'm also enduring a continuous stream of griping from my mother because I refuse medication. I just don't trust the stuff. 'Sides I’m tougher than this anyway, grr... stupid brain... I should get a new one. Anyone willing to part with theirs? I'll give you a good price and you can have mine... it's only slightly used. *Rim shot*
If I’m in such bad shape why am I updating you may ask? Because nothing helps a foul mood like spreading it around. Without the delicious retreat of slumber I’m left with very little activities with which to occupy myself. Lets see... what could I do?
- I tried pestering Amanda earlier but she signed off to go eat... or whatever it is normal people do when they aren't on-line. I think she's busy hanging streamers of fly paper doused in glitter around her house in order to ward me off.
- I hunkered down for a little Adventure Quest but that game becomes so mind numbing if it isn't simply the byproduct of multi-tasking between windows. I'm all out of comics to read whilst playing it... so that option floundered.
- Watching TV has proved less enjoyable than originally hoped... Teen Titans re-runs and B-rated movies about a twenty something whoever finding love and melodramatic comedy in the big city have ceased to be amusing. I also can't stand those damn "Gospel Jams" commercials anymore either... it's like a sneak-peak into adolescent hypnosis techniques of today and how parents can make use of them now for only a fraction the price of conventional mind rinsing. I want to strangle each and every one of those infernal little trend sopped, white teethed, perfect haired gnomes and their gawd awful lip syncing. *Brandishes pencil menacingly* Curse them! A plague upon their houses! May they be cremated in a slather of bad peanut butter! *Tires out* Damn them... I say... feh.
- I'd discuss current events with the wall... but we had a row last week and we need a little more time to patch things up.
- Well Justin will soon be here to snap the whip rather than just threaten with it... so I would advise myself to step up with the game idea notes and related works-- too bad I can't think straight enough for anything productive. Bah... I’ll just have to take the usual verbal brick-in-a-sock beating when he arrives. The project will have to wait till my skull fuses back together from all these headaches.
- Everything I eat turns to snot in my mouth... so I’ve stuck mainly to water since yesterday.
So as you can see I haven't a very long list of mentionable endeavors to engage in. Speaking of Justin however... he supposedly has some ultimate secret surprise gift for me. I'm not easily excitable or I’d be putting on my eager face about now 8D although I can't help but feel selfish what with all the games he's bought for me... so I’m formulating a shadowy plot of my own. I cannot include any details here or the masterful design may be compromised... he has ninjonk (Ninja monks) informants everywhere. I'll try and crawl back to the computer later and record everything that went horribly wrong. As it is sure to. Till then.
If I’m in such bad shape why am I updating you may ask? Because nothing helps a foul mood like spreading it around. Without the delicious retreat of slumber I’m left with very little activities with which to occupy myself. Lets see... what could I do?
- I tried pestering Amanda earlier but she signed off to go eat... or whatever it is normal people do when they aren't on-line. I think she's busy hanging streamers of fly paper doused in glitter around her house in order to ward me off.
- I hunkered down for a little Adventure Quest but that game becomes so mind numbing if it isn't simply the byproduct of multi-tasking between windows. I'm all out of comics to read whilst playing it... so that option floundered.
- Watching TV has proved less enjoyable than originally hoped... Teen Titans re-runs and B-rated movies about a twenty something whoever finding love and melodramatic comedy in the big city have ceased to be amusing. I also can't stand those damn "Gospel Jams" commercials anymore either... it's like a sneak-peak into adolescent hypnosis techniques of today and how parents can make use of them now for only a fraction the price of conventional mind rinsing. I want to strangle each and every one of those infernal little trend sopped, white teethed, perfect haired gnomes and their gawd awful lip syncing. *Brandishes pencil menacingly* Curse them! A plague upon their houses! May they be cremated in a slather of bad peanut butter! *Tires out* Damn them... I say... feh.
- I'd discuss current events with the wall... but we had a row last week and we need a little more time to patch things up.
- Well Justin will soon be here to snap the whip rather than just threaten with it... so I would advise myself to step up with the game idea notes and related works-- too bad I can't think straight enough for anything productive. Bah... I’ll just have to take the usual verbal brick-in-a-sock beating when he arrives. The project will have to wait till my skull fuses back together from all these headaches.
- Everything I eat turns to snot in my mouth... so I’ve stuck mainly to water since yesterday.
So as you can see I haven't a very long list of mentionable endeavors to engage in. Speaking of Justin however... he supposedly has some ultimate secret surprise gift for me. I'm not easily excitable or I’d be putting on my eager face about now 8D although I can't help but feel selfish what with all the games he's bought for me... so I’m formulating a shadowy plot of my own. I cannot include any details here or the masterful design may be compromised... he has ninjonk (Ninja monks) informants everywhere. I'll try and crawl back to the computer later and record everything that went horribly wrong. As it is sure to. Till then.