Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Hey'all.

I have a random question... Wait, first I'd like to say that I personally feel a lot happier when I look at my site now that it's not pink. It's a much happier site now that it's black and dark. Kk, now, my question: How many people actually listen to the little song up under my avatar? Rosier, by Luna Sea. It's a really good song. I like Luna Sea. And also Gackt and X Japan... I only heard a few of each of their songs, but the ones I have are cool and I want to find some of their CDs... Hm. Anyways, so, listen to my midi while you're here! CLICK ON IT! YOU KNOW YOU WANNA! *long pause* I'm not writing any more until you click on it. *pause* Is it clicked? *pause* NOW is it clicked? *pause* Good. Very good. Now, I will continue. *pause* I didn't really have anything else to say, but I can think of something. Man... I've been stupid lately with my writing. I have the stories I write on the computer and the stories I write on paper (or more like excerpts which I later destroy since they have no purpose other than to get random oddities out of my head so I don't turn my precious humor fics into R-rated gore & crime novels or something). So, the stuff I write on paper, I write at night before going to bed (rather, instead of going to bed) and in the morning before going to school (leaving me five minutes to get my shoes on, get my stuff ready, eat breakfast, and start walking). So, Monday night I was writing until 1:30 AM. Last night I was writing until about 12:30 AM. The only reason I write so late is because once I start a scene, if I don't finish it, it drives me bonkers. So the I'm-writng-this-at-1:30-in-the-morning scene was pretty long. Not to mention I fell asleep for about twenty minutes at one point around midnight (then was wide awake afterwards). So, the point of this is, I've been writing instead of sleeping and eating, and it's pretty damn stupid of me, but... well... Such is the life of an artist (writing is an art). Better get used to it, I'll probably be living in a crummy apartment with roaches and rats for company, no furniture, and spend all the money I pick from peoples' pockets on paper and pens. *evil grins* I'll be known as the PICKPOCKET AUTHOR and I'll write a book about myself! It'll get published and I'll get arrested! It'll discribe the appearances and days and circumstances of when/where I picked pockets, and people will just have to read it and be like, "Yes, that one is me! Arrest her!" and I'll be like, "Ah, god damn." And then I'll go to jail. *sigh* Is my midi over? You've been listening to it, right? Is it over? I'm leaving. I've gotta write. I've gotta make ramen. I've gotta do something... I'm hungry. Ate one piece of toast and a package of six sandwich crackers today. That's the total of my meals. All I've drank was some water and a few swallows of whatever my friends had at lunch. I'm a moocher leech... I will not eat school food or go through the wretched line (halfway through my freshman year and I haven't gone through the lunch lines yet). I'd wait five or ten years just to get some stuff and take some old lady's word that it's food. Anyways... Oh. Random list of the moment: Shadow's most commonly spoken words, not in order: Anyways but um like uh and So See the theme? Filler words, as they're called. I get distracted easily and then I go through the whole list there before I get back on track. I often grow annoyed with myself when I notice I'm saying them all again when I'm on the phone. I only notice on the phone. Yeah. So, anyways, bye. ~Shadow Jaganshi

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