Our stove is broken, and we have to eat cold hot dogs and chocolate. Which is nice for a while, but now I want to cook something normal. ::sighs and goes to make coffee::

In the meanwhile: ( AtS 5.14 )

In every generation a Watcher is born.

One man in all the world, a Chosen One, one born with the strength and skill to watch the Slayers...

He alone will stand against the whims of superpowerful girls, the supervillains, the evil boyfriends, and the forces of darkness.

He is the Watcher.

Next season on WB “Andrew, The Watcher of the Slayers”

I hoped that after I applied for my graduate studies I would feel free and happy. Nope. I feel sad and directionless instead. I blame the fact that I can't change anything anymore (about applications), that my life next year depends now on some other people ( Read more... )

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It is time to make wishes and to seriously expect them to come true. Sometimes they actually do. So, I've made my list. I posted here those concerned AtS.

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