Lord Lich
Unfortunately, the days of terrorizing my under-lichen minions are way over, so much as I wish, there'll be no more prisoners, slaves and torture. We have to get on with life. Thankfully, however, there will still be ghosts, military trainers (now retired), sirens and a very stubborn daughter who refuses to marry a worm. Or the other way round. Ahwells. Life sucks. Get over it.

Wishlist
The History Boys DVD
Rent, the musical
Jingo - Terry Pratchett
Thief of Time - Terry Pratchett
Going Postal - Terry Pratchett
Neverwhere - Neil Gaiman
Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
Tale of Two Cities
Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
New Phone
High-heeled boots
Grey slipover hoodie
POTO Tickets

For the loud people:


Merci
The darling Mel, who photoshopped the picture you see to the left. <3
Layout (which I ripped and dreadfully abused) by the lovely Mah'rie
06 March 2007
Yayy say hi to my new friend Laziness. And to my pt-equivalent (now that rg is no more), Theory Exam, starring a test paper, lots of practice needed and a saturday morning of pure catastrophe, I say extremely calmly.

And school was usual, with the usual dose of crack in the canteen (perving at burbur this time, I announce), being virtuous and elegant ladies with gen, ending off with an enriching walk home with liju while I gleefully cackle delightfully innocent renditions of disney songs. Like:

I could show you my *cough*,
Shining, shimmering splendid.
Tell me princess, when did you last
Let your *cough* decide.

Amazing how a well-placed cough or two can change the world. Looks cheerfully at Walt Disney. And of course, since I love belbel so much, I dedicate this song to her:

So she said what's the problem ballball
What's the problem I don't know
Well maybe you're imballs (ball)
Think about it every time
I think about it
Can't stop thinking 'bout it

How much longer will it take to cure this
Just to cure it cause I can't ignore if you're balls (ball)
Makes me wanna turn around and face me
but I don't know nothing 'bout balls

Come on, come on
Bounce a little faster
Come on, come on
The world will follow after

Come on, come on
Cause everybody's after balls
So I said I'm a b-ball running
Running down into baskets
that's coming all this love

Melting under soccer
Belting out baskets
Shoot three pointers

Well baby I surrender
To our Christabel Imballs
Never ever end of all this, ball
Well I didn't mean to do it
But there's no escaping your bounce
These times of bouncing
Mean we're never alone,
Never alone, no, no

Come on, Come on
Bounce a little closer
Come on, Come on
I want to hear you whisper

Come on, Come on
Settle down inside baskets
Come on, come on
Bounce a little higher
Come on, come on
If you feel a little lighter
Come on, come on
We were once
Upon a time Imballs

We're accidentally imballs
Accidentally imballs [x7]

Accidentally I'm imballs,
I'm imballs, I'm imballs,
I'm imballs, I'm imballs,
I'm imballs,
Need to get a grip. [x2]

Extremely creative, I say satisfiedly. Why am I even talking like this. Whine. But it's better than I'm in bai, which is just. Crack. Porn.

Okay back to the delightfully riveting likes of gluck and dietrich. How absolutely fascinating.

blogged @ 3:06 PM