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
18 March 2007
Well. I've been staring at the computer screen for like one whole day and I've churned out, let's see...

242 words. And no, I did not miss out an 0 at the end, or anywhere in the middle. 242. It's that pathetic. I feel like banging my head against the wall. Hard.

Not that I don't have my points, mind you. They're all there singing and chirping and dancing in my head. The problem is, so are the lyrics of random disney songs, since they're all I've been listening to for the past two days. And unfortunately they're dominating what little grey matter I have. So if I were to type out what I was thinking, it'll be along the lines of 'The Soldier by when I go the distance Rupert Brooke I'll be right where I belong~'

Mel says she swears I repel workaholics. I don't just repel workaholics. I probably repel teachers and any other conscientious person on earth with my disgusting work habits, which consists of surfing youtube for research (yes, I'm SO sure there's something about rupert brooke under the search terms of, say, Lea Salonga)

[li qi] jiayou juniors! says:
BAD LICHEN
[li qi] jiayou juniors! says:
mr reeve s beats u
[li qi] jiayou juniors! says:
mr reeve s stuffs you into box

Well. I highly doubt I'll fit into a box. If that's any consolation. To the fact that I'm going to be beheaded, skewered and buried ten feet under tomorrow.

blogged @ 2:20 PM