They Are Drawing Near
~ I cannot cry when my family drives me to the brink of insanity.
~ I cannot cry when I have an argument with my girlfriend that deserves the tears.
~ I cannot cry when I nearly don't get to go back to Northern.
~ But when I get hit over the head by my muse, the same one who visited me last Christmas holiday and did not stay past February, only to find that the notebook full of brilliant ideas and plot points is not here when I need it!!, I break out in tears. Does anyone else see a slight problem with this?
~ My muse is a twisted little creature whom I adore to pieces, even though she picks the worst moments in time... Marce - have you been feeding her chocolate, again? Because she has turned into a sadistic little fucker.
Red Wings won. Filppula scored two of five goals, and I am extremely proud of my favorite Finn. Here's to hoping that he, and the Wings in general, do as well tomorrow against the Avalanche as they did tonight against the Blues. Oh - Lidstrom got the very first goal, Hudler got the second, Filppula got the third & fourth, and Rafalski got the fifth. Osgood got a shut-out. Only thing that would've made it better would've been if Filppula had netted a hat trick.
I was in a good mood two hours ago because of the Red Wings game, my twisted muse coming back to me and the prospect of being able to spill my creativity in a speaking manner to someone who'd listen to me instead of looking at me like I had a second head. Now I just want to curl up with my notebook, pen, Nightwish, and the Futurama marathon. Which is exactly what I am going to do. So long as my muse doesn't off me.
And thank you, harrysexmagic for the card and gifts - I appreciated both! :)
~ I cannot cry when I have an argument with my girlfriend that deserves the tears.
~ I cannot cry when I nearly don't get to go back to Northern.
~ But when I get hit over the head by my muse, the same one who visited me last Christmas holiday and did not stay past February, only to find that the notebook full of brilliant ideas and plot points is not here when I need it!!, I break out in tears. Does anyone else see a slight problem with this?
~ My muse is a twisted little creature whom I adore to pieces, even though she picks the worst moments in time... Marce - have you been feeding her chocolate, again? Because she has turned into a sadistic little fucker.
Red Wings won. Filppula scored two of five goals, and I am extremely proud of my favorite Finn. Here's to hoping that he, and the Wings in general, do as well tomorrow against the Avalanche as they did tonight against the Blues. Oh - Lidstrom got the very first goal, Hudler got the second, Filppula got the third & fourth, and Rafalski got the fifth. Osgood got a shut-out. Only thing that would've made it better would've been if Filppula had netted a hat trick.
I was in a good mood two hours ago because of the Red Wings game, my twisted muse coming back to me and the prospect of being able to spill my creativity in a speaking manner to someone who'd listen to me instead of looking at me like I had a second head. Now I just want to curl up with my notebook, pen, Nightwish, and the Futurama marathon. Which is exactly what I am going to do. So long as my muse doesn't off me.
And thank you, harrysexmagic for the card and gifts - I appreciated both! :)