The Fellowship of the Bling The title is not a parody - it is the name of an episode of Neighbours. Note: I didn't stay around to watch it.

It could be quite an angsty post, as I'm feeling all desperation and am beyond the point of stress. But I don't want my readers to feel bad, or feel bad for me.

So I'm going to tell you all about my new notebook.

Three dollars from Angus and Robertson, it's delightfully sleek and black on the IFC (magazine jingo, sorry).. ha.. irony: it says 'knowledge is power' in white text, I am remembering now.

Sorry - no exam angst. So anyway, this notebook is part of a wave of new notebooks for my various stories and novels.. This one is for The First Casualty, a story I hope to have finished by the end of the year. Fanfiction, FYI... And so is 'Redemption', but that's for later brooding. My mum surprised me a few weeks ago with a large blank-paged spiral notebook she got for cheap and I'm going to use that for one of my long-been-in-the-planning novels. Yes, yes, you can be one of the first to get a signed copy.. heh..

You know, I don't believe in autographs.

I've had little daydreams about meeting relatively (un)famous people, and just shaking their hands, telling them I was much gladder to meet them and no, I wouldn't like an autograph. I just don't think they have much meaning. It's a piece of paper (or expensive copy of a poster/photograph/other merchandise) with a scribbled name that is merely a memory of an experience. I'd rather have the memory itself.

Of course, my memory is ridiculous and while I can remember being told off at my third birthday party, I can't remember something that happened three years ago or even three days. Three hours, even. I can remember the last three minutes because I'm still doing the same thing.

So as I'd rather observe a person I know of from a far distance instead of talking to them or getting a hastily jotted autograph, I end up knowing a person far better than they know me when we meet. Which can often be strange, because I'll know things about them, and perhaps begin to say things - and realise that they wouldn't know how I know such things... Like it would be too personal, and I need time for them to get to know me first. Sigh. Such is the life of Lenny :P

And EXTROVERTS.. No, don't let me get started on them.. heh.. INTJ, all the way! No, these days I have a form of distant fondness for extroverts, in that I know their ways (and they don't, the unobservant creatures they often are.. silly isolated me), and it's so obvious to me the way.. Well, the way they have a need to process things out loud. Ahh, the beginning days of Formation.

So anyway.. I'm quite tired, had too much coffee to try and cope (about 4 cups, how can I resist when there's so much International Roast on the house.. and it's mine), and feeling sick and I'll be quiet now so Suchu doesn't run to pity and hug that might make her fall over and need crutches. Again.

Heh, only joking Suchu.

Wink.  ¶ 8:33 PM