N.O.O. - No Other Option While I have been earnestly watching Beck and discovering I like alphabetising my anime dvd collection, I've also been dreading exams and playing my new [WOODEN!] clarinet!
I haven't taken it to band(s) yet, as you're supposed to work your way up with playing time. First practise 5 minutes, then 10, then 15, and another five every time. And since band rehearsals are 1 hour and 1.5 hours, I need to at least be up to 45 minutes. And for China Tour the longest performances are 50+ minutes.

Ooh, random excitement about going to China! *dances*

And I not so subtley hinted to my mother about the possibility of a digital camera for my birthday - one I can take overseas with me. So expect lots of lovely photos. And I can probably post in here for updates, too; it depends on how long I have in an internet cafe/the hotel.

Apologies for not posting sooner - I was very fired up about something that made me angry, but I didn't have access to the computer then. And when I was going to do that I wasn't in the right mood - so la de da I didn't post.

I'm currently freeing the computer of about 50gb of anime that's been sitting around happily for a while.

Secretly I'm just wanting to burn more Beck for happy tv watching, but apparently if I also free up 15% of computer space, I might be able to sucessfully create those funky schmunky menus that stuffed up before. (I can't believe I wrote 'funky schmunky'... And I'm thinking I didn't spell it correctly. Ahh, Suchu, your influence has deepened.)

Now while Stephen (currently on the other computer) constantly listens to my cd of Sons of Korah, I wail over the stupid speaker that keeps falling over for me. Sigh. *wraths*

Oh, and random note: Tristan (not the one who doesn't exist) is cool. ^_^

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I'm not even able to comment on The Battery Kids related shock!news, so I won't. I'm sure all will be well. (ie. me being the only one that's dying)

!!!! How can you think a homeless man is a politician?!! ARGH!! <-- I am having constant wailings about how Timothy Daly (pro script writer and teacher and other things) read my script wrong... Oh well.. *sigh*

Jazz hours on Radio Adelaide are my happy drama script writing times, so if anyone else actually listens to it, I probably am as well.

Sigh.. Stupid nonsensical meaningless posts....

:D

Don't worry, self, you're just insane. *pats head*  ¶ 12:18 PM