Monday, December 5, 2005

All the young people said...

Comments! The names for these comments shall be butchered from those of Naruto characters ^_^ Hokage-Samadi: I’ve met up with a fair few OBers, yeah ^_^; I think Shin’s probably met more, though. Le-aara: London’s a nice place at the right time of year, and in the right places. Otherwise it can be pretty scary, especially if you’ve never been there before or at night. Akamaru: Mmm, sociality’s contagious, no? Kei-kashi: Eheh, I think you’re probably right already ^_^; I can’t remember who it was and Chaucer did write The Canterbury Tales… I think the statue was of Marlowe anyway. He wrote Faust, and I’m sure of that. Johndaime: Thanks ^_^ Sa(ku)ra: Yes, that you should ^__^ Akamaru: Ropes… and I wouldn’t get sent to jail?! You’ve been eating too many soldier pills, young pup ^_~ Benkuro: Yeah, cause I was mistaken… *awaits doom from Kei* Sahzune: It’s surprising how many landmarks London has, and the sheer volume of shops like Starbucks and other places to eat… you’d think there were a starvation problem or something. It’d be much much nicer to walk around in if there were only half the amount of people there; I find it a little claustrophobic at times. My early-to-bed habit’s been broken several times already… perhaps I can fix that ^_^; It’s been a good few days since I last updated. I’ve been a little busy at home, and my computer’s still refusing to acknowledge that MyOtaku even exists half the time… still, I’ve been okay. I’m starting to wonder if I might be developing a cold, although having had the hall and landing repainted over the last two weeks in preparation for the new carpet going down has screwed my head tubes a bit. That’s the main news, really- the house has stunk of about five different varieties of paint for the last ten days or so. It’s really annoying. It surreptitiously spreads itself throughout the entire house, and I hate the smell. The emulsion wall paint wasn’t too bad- it’s the gloss used for the doorframes, doors and banisters. They’ve needed the most days to complete, too. For some reason, the area just outside the library (where my computer is) reeks of something I can’t describe. It’s not paint, I know that much. Perhaps it’s the influence (or, erm, effluence) of the toilet. Oh, and sometimes the library looks like it’s on fire. Aside from that Dan and I have finished writing two of our scripted projects, which we’re pretty pleased with. I can’t wait to film them, heh ^_^ It’ll be really good fun, and nice to see everything realised. I’ll probably cajole him into doing a director/writer’s commentary too, just for the hell of it. I love those, despite the fact that I’d be far too embarrassed of watching myself on film ^___^; Updating MyO today’s been quite an adventure, actually. I can only view comments downstairs, but I had to write the post upstairs because this one was required for actual work. By this point I’d found that I couldn’t access MyO upstairs, so wrote the post in word and sent it to myself over Hotmail so’s I could copy and paste it. When I got downstairs I logged into hotmail and for a brief moment felt loved, as I had an e-mail in my Inbox, then felt a moment of anticipation cause it was titles ‘That MyO Post’, thinking that someone had read something and wanted to talk to me in private about it… then I realised that I’d sent it -_-; Still, I’m here now, like it or not. Incidentally, Dad’s got a new monitor for downstairs and it’s huge! I can see twice as much as I can upstairs and it’s only two inches bigger… …I want one. Vindicated There are times when I feel like people are trying to get one over on me for no real reason. It’s like… sometimes when I’m at Jeremy’s and we’ve been watching an episode of Naruto or something and I’m eager to get to the next episode I’ll say something like “Quick! Next chapter!” in a jokey sort of way, and I’ll be met back with a comment like “Don’t command me!”, which although has a joke element to it, also seems to retain something rather more serious behind it. I know I’m in his house and all, but it seems a little much. Perhaps I’m just being over-sensitive. After all, he tend to misconstrue fairly innocent remarks as someone having a dig sometimes, which I never see. And when I’m trying to check something on the computer at his house, he’s almost always looking over my shoulder or’ll run in and want to check it first if I even make the slightest hint towards having a surf on the web. There are times when I know I’ve done (or at least felt like doing) that in the past, so I can’t criticise too much… but I still find it irksome. I could go into why I think that is, but there isn’t really any need to. Everyone has their own idiosyncrasies, and he’s still my friend after all. There are other times as well that I feel a little undervalued. Like when Mum lumps Venetia and myself together as ‘the kids’. I’d never objected to it before, but suddenly I don’t want to be known as ‘one of the kids’. I’m twenty, not four. This sounds terribly brattish of me, doesn’t it? ^_^; It’s been a long day, and the paint fumes are really annoying me. OB Survivor’s finally continuing, though ^_^ I love it to pieces, hehe. If I could draw, I’d love to do renditions of various scenes that’ve happened so far. S’about it, I think… If I think of anything more, I’ll edit it in. Or forget it. EDIT: Oh! No Boy, No Cry, the latest Naruto theme, is great. My only criticism is that it's an hour too short, cause I want to listen to it for longer without having to skip back all the time. Anyone think of any topics that you’d like me to discuss in the future?

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