Mood: Bored!
Listening to Angels of Night - Pride of mind
Reading The Tarot CaféPlaying Castlevania: Lament of Innocence (I reminded myself of Joachim, so now I have to...)
Eating a pear...mmmm. [drops it] ]:
So I only slept three hours the way I said I would when I went to bed. Blows. I had a bad dream about killing
Julian McMahon with a huge, high-tech laser gun thing. That part was cool though...he was killing off The Rock...and all his clones? It was a weird dream. I really wanted to kill him though. I'm glad I got to eventually. D:
But anyway, I turned the tv on to see what was on, and there were all these boring indie music videos on. I see them all the time at night, and gaaaawd, what a yawnfest! No wonder I've been itching to be in a band lately...after sitting through that shit, who wouldn't want to. Where's all the interesting stuff, anyway...? Even groups that used to be fairly interesting seem to have just gotten boring too. Bleh! And what the fuck is the deal with this
Amy Winehouse bitch they're giving all this attention lately? God damn, sounds like a retarded goat with strep throat. And she needs to learn how to do her makeup. DX
I wanna make a sexy group. But I need good looks and some musical talent. Oddly enough, I also had a dream I could sing extremely well. Too bad it's not real. ): I definitely hope I'm never forced to sing karaoke ever...I remember I used to do it all the time at a friend's house when I was little. I was pretty good in kid-terms, but now I suck majorly. What happened! [shakes self by the shoulders] D: The thing I find hard about singing is that I can never find songs that appeal to my voice; they never have the right pitch. Damn my stupid boy voice. Not low enough for certain songs, and not high enough for anything else. ]:
Ah well. I must need sleep with all this pointless rambling of mine....
