I will survive, maybe.
Hey you all! You probably noticed my recent absence (you didn't? e_e You bastards!). It was because of a long list of things, but primarily because of my immune defence system, who wanted to remind me he was composed by little round pink Matthews which are physically incapable to oppose viruses, when they arrive. Also because viruses are little round pink Brians. So I understand and forgive my immune system - also because, after ten years of this life, I just can't get angry anymore when I catch every single cold/flu/whatevs goes around in the world, in winter or in summer XD You get used to it.
I tend to get more angry for insomnia T_T And I can totally see you laugh and tell me I shouldn't, since it's ten years for it, too, but the real problem is that I have periods in which I finally fall asleep around three or four AM, and then I go through these long periods in which I can't manage to close my eyes even for my life. Like yesterday and today, and in fact I'm devastated.
Given that, there are things going on - apart from the fact that I'm writing a lot, but that doesn't amaze no one anymore:
- mom got her salary after, like, two months *-* So we can stop scrape the bottom of the fridge and go to the supermarket, tomorrow, yay XD
- I'm praying to all my saints for the new Tokio Hotel album to be more than good, wonderful. The most mind-blowing and fabulous pop-rock album ever produced since man started his journey on this earth. Because only a really beautiful thing could let me forget the physical pain I go through when I see Bill in his last cyberpunk-whore!evolution. I know, meggie87, I know,
melting_lullaby, you love him even like this and I'm sorry to say that I just can't look at him anymore. My problem with Bill and with who's taking care of his look (so I'm talking with you, Jost, as usual) is: I generally don't mind indecency and outragious looks, but there are limits you can't just surpass. And not because it's not correct, but because you start to get ridiculous o_ò
I mean, that's what Bill looked like less than a week ago:
and that's what he looks like now:
I doubt someone would have difficulties deciding with one of the two versions he/she would go to bed with, if asked. And that's all I want to say about this.
(I mean, it's so irritating that the fact Bill disturbes me reflects on how I look at Tom, Georg and Gustav. The Gs haven't change a bit and Tom, with his new hairdo, seems littler and cuter than what he seemed with his dreadlocks - okay, I bet that "littler and cuter" wasn't the target, but still XD - it's irritating that I'm not able to look at them anymore only because I associate them with this mental picture of this Bill and I feel the urge to beat him lifeless. Bah.)
- I'm making a mood themes set for LJ *_* Using photos of all my beloved ones. But I realized I have to give an order to the g-rap folder and to the Inter one, dividing them in pg-folders. With TH, Muse and Placebo was easier to work, since their folders are already organized XD
- talking about Muse: given the fact that I loved to death the two songs I could listen to, from the new album, and given that I'll make a post with a complete review when The Resistance comes out - and given the fact you'll hear me squee in joy the very moment I'll see the new video, too - yesterday my babies showed the world the covers of the first single, Uprising. I have to show them to you, 'cause they're gorgeous:
*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
I mean, teddy bears!!! *O* *dies* Matt, I love you to death. Everytime I think I cannot love him more than I already do, he surprises me and he makes me love him more again <3
I'm sorry I've got no HQ of them ;O; When they come out will be a glorious day - the day I'll change my wallpaper putting away Zlatan, too, I imagine. But I have a bigger version on the plushies *_* Here <3
And that's all, for now. My nose's dripping again and this is starting to get on my nerves, so I'm going to go back to my doing nothing at all - or writing Figaldo PWP to avenge against the one the world likes to point out as my husband and who's also somewhat having an affair with me, without a reason, since a couple of months. What a difficult life.
I tend to get more angry for insomnia T_T And I can totally see you laugh and tell me I shouldn't, since it's ten years for it, too, but the real problem is that I have periods in which I finally fall asleep around three or four AM, and then I go through these long periods in which I can't manage to close my eyes even for my life. Like yesterday and today, and in fact I'm devastated.
Given that, there are things going on - apart from the fact that I'm writing a lot, but that doesn't amaze no one anymore:
- mom got her salary after, like, two months *-* So we can stop scrape the bottom of the fridge and go to the supermarket, tomorrow, yay XD
- I'm praying to all my saints for the new Tokio Hotel album to be more than good, wonderful. The most mind-blowing and fabulous pop-rock album ever produced since man started his journey on this earth. Because only a really beautiful thing could let me forget the physical pain I go through when I see Bill in his last cyberpunk-whore!evolution. I know, meggie87, I know,
melting_lullaby, you love him even like this and I'm sorry to say that I just can't look at him anymore. My problem with Bill and with who's taking care of his look (so I'm talking with you, Jost, as usual) is: I generally don't mind indecency and outragious looks, but there are limits you can't just surpass. And not because it's not correct, but because you start to get ridiculous o_ò
I mean, that's what Bill looked like less than a week ago:
and that's what he looks like now:
I doubt someone would have difficulties deciding with one of the two versions he/she would go to bed with, if asked. And that's all I want to say about this.
(I mean, it's so irritating that the fact Bill disturbes me reflects on how I look at Tom, Georg and Gustav. The Gs haven't change a bit and Tom, with his new hairdo, seems littler and cuter than what he seemed with his dreadlocks - okay, I bet that "littler and cuter" wasn't the target, but still XD - it's irritating that I'm not able to look at them anymore only because I associate them with this mental picture of this Bill and I feel the urge to beat him lifeless. Bah.)
- I'm making a mood themes set for LJ *_* Using photos of all my beloved ones. But I realized I have to give an order to the g-rap folder and to the Inter one, dividing them in pg-folders. With TH, Muse and Placebo was easier to work, since their folders are already organized XD
- talking about Muse: given the fact that I loved to death the two songs I could listen to, from the new album, and given that I'll make a post with a complete review when The Resistance comes out - and given the fact you'll hear me squee in joy the very moment I'll see the new video, too - yesterday my babies showed the world the covers of the first single, Uprising. I have to show them to you, 'cause they're gorgeous:
*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
I mean, teddy bears!!! *O* *dies* Matt, I love you to death. Everytime I think I cannot love him more than I already do, he surprises me and he makes me love him more again <3
I'm sorry I've got no HQ of them ;O; When they come out will be a glorious day - the day I'll change my wallpaper putting away Zlatan, too, I imagine. But I have a bigger version on the plushies *_* Here <3
And that's all, for now. My nose's dripping again and this is starting to get on my nerves, so I'm going to go back to my doing nothing at all - or writing Figaldo PWP to avenge against the one the world likes to point out as my husband and who's also somewhat having an affair with me, without a reason, since a couple of months. What a difficult life.