well. the pointless message board of doom that no one ever really went to is dead. I think my topcities account ate it. I'm not sure. Oh well. It sucks.
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:: Sunday, May 26, 2002 ::
Well then. It's 4 am and I'm typing in my blog. Surprise!
Right now I'm valiantly attempting to download the first 4 episodes of X with winMx (long queues...er...lines..whatever), which is a nice program. I like the new version, it's a real step up from the old. I miss the old Morpheus, though. Shit. I probably spelled that wrong. Eck. I don't care.
Guess what? For my lovely English 311 class (interim class = three weeks long = three credit hours = happy me) I get to write a paper about Fight Club. The movie, I mean. I abso-fucking-lutely love that movie. I'm eventually going to read the book, as soon as I finish with the four other books I'm reading right now...(in case you're wondering they are: Clockwork Orange (by Anthony Burgess), The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul (by Douglas Adams...The Man!), Rogue Squadron (by Michael A Stackpole...Star Wars! I happen to love the Rogue Squadron series with an unhealthy amount of vigor), Interview with the Vampire (by Anne Rice, but you should damn well know that)) Oh, and the class isn't over so I have to read another book next week. I don't care, though. Um, I know I had a point here, but I think I lost it. Just like my mind, I suppose.
Come to think of it, I had a purpose when I started typing up this entry, but that got lost as well. Must be cavorting with my sanity.
Oh, yes, I was going to say that Porcelain 6 has been sent for beta-ing, but as always, I'm tinkering away. 19 pages. Holy shit.
You know what? Despite how much I love fan fiction, I may start writing books very soon (as soon as I finish the stuff I'm working on). I have all these ideas, these characters...I wish all I had to do was sit down and write. I'd be so happy. College just gets in the fucking way. I can seriously churn out five pages a day, easy. Single space, of course, since I type everything in internet format...do you realize how much writing that is, how long that can get? And it seems like my story ideas...well, the ideas that come to me...I can't really claim them as mine because they actually just sneak up on me and such...are getting longer in scope. If I have an idea for a short story, it invariably grows a plot, completely and totally without my permission. A big plot that may even have pretend to have themes and a message and shit like that. Not to alarm anyone, though, I love writing fan fics. I'll probably never stop writing them...unless I become super-famous. Mwha. (of course, I won't become super-famous, so no worries.)
Well, me and my pipe dreams. ::shrug::
My parents are invading my apartment in about 9 hours. I guess I should sleep. I'm tired. I'm babbling. G'night.
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:: Saturday, May 25, 2002 ::
and yet another test....
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This is a test of my new, shiny blog. So, uh, yeah.
