Missed inspiration?

For those who don't know, I've been writing a script for Christmas dinner '06. For those who know this, but don't know what the script is about, I'm not gonna tell you. I will say that I've been having a very tough time writing one scene.

On Thursday at York, I overheard snippets of these two girls talking. If I recorded them, my script would be complete by now. Too bad they had accents and the student centre was loud enough to drown out almost every other syllable they said, and I literally sat beside them.

Oh well. Brain, work your magic.

Mmm. Yum yum.

Went to Just Desserts after fellowship. Ordered some amazing food. Crepe with banana and oreo, espresso and vanilla ice-creams, and caramel sauce and whipped cream. It was like a party in my mouth and no one started beef. The harmony of flavours was like a step towards world peace.

Only thing I regretted was that the ice-cream melted quite a bit by the end, and I had a sugary swamp on my plate with no spoon to clear it. It was kinda pricy, too.

But fun night overall.

Boo you, iPod!

I charged you for 12 hours and then you give me 2 seconds of music before you die on me?! Shame on you! I spit on your sleek silver hide!

Teeheehee

Found a wicked site for online comics. Look up Cyanide and Happiness for a good chuckle.

Another sleepless night...

Once again, I couldn't fall asleep at night for some odd reason. After fellowship and everything that followed, I went to bed at around 3 am. Not a wink of sleep until 6:30 in the morning. It was brutal. I was wide awake and I hated it. Got out of bed at 11 am. Pardon me if I'm groggy and moody.

Rolling on floor crying

I wake up at 6:30 in the morning to get to class at 8:30. Show up on time, and the class is cancelled.

I have 6 hours to kill.

Sniffles