Woohoo! They finally pulled the Cuddy card!

Been waiting for that since season 1. Although it probably means they used up the last interesting plot twist. I mean it has been there all along, waiting, building up...

But I shall enjoy it while it lasts. ^^

Wow, so much is happening in one day!

So, if I go to the "priests and prostitutes" Halloween party, I'm gonna wear my high-collared coat-thingy, that looks pretty priesty, and under that I shall wear the most whorish outfit ever (well, whatever useful I can find in my clothes cupboard anyway) with as much boobies as possible without actually showing nipple.

Also, I shall wear much mascara just for fun.

I already have an outfit picked out for that possibility.

...holy crap, I sound like a brainless twit. Gods save me. *facedesk*


On a completely different note: I've come face to face with my high school crush today.

Well.... he's still as ugly as ever. But I liked him for that back in the days. At least he didn't greet me. It would've been the most awkward moment of my life. Or one of them anyway.

Awwww, way too cute!

Can I has hug too plz? I don't mind either of them... or both. *grin*

Apparently, I'm in possession of an evil stone. (Or so I'm told.)

Yipee.

Well, I wouldn't say it is nice. But it works for me. It is the first stone I fell asleep holding and was still in my hand when I woke up in the morning, and trust me, I have a tendency to fall asleep holding stones of some kind.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a crystal-freak, or a gemstone-freak even. But I like them. They are pretty and I do believe it lifts my mood if I have one or two on me now and then.

About their healing properties... well, everybody believes what they want. I say what I said above: there are times when having one on me makes me think it actually makes a difference. But most of all they are pretty, and I'm made of female so... duh.

Anyway, back to the stone. I actually do feel something. I did think it wasn't the most benevolent of things to put it nicely. I also bought it from a small gift booth in a place people consider to be the globe's belly button.

And of course I had to test my sleeping with the stone and lo and behold, I've slept through 5 nights with it in my hand, and I never dropped it through my sleep even once. Now if I wanted to point out a strange thing, that's one. I always drop whatever I'm holding in my hand during the time I sleep, and of course end up clutching the pillow or well... another body instead. *slight leer*

Oh well. But I must say I had some pretty weird, dark and foreboding dreams while I held the stone in my hands throughout the night. Interesting. Call me weird but I want more of that.

Good news. I'm learning to be nice, caring and utterly detached.

So far I'm not really good at the robot mode, but I'm working on it.

Have a nice day! *perfect smile*

I've walked all over the city for a bloody birthday gift (no offense, you know who I'm talking to), but of course it was no use. The book is unavailable in the whole frikkin country. Of course they offered to send me a price check and ship it here from across the globe but it'd take months.

Then I've found it online, in the city, for a reasonable price. Hallelujah.

Well, at least I got a nice workout and broke in my new, super soft pashmina scarf. *purrr* I also wandered about on one side of the Danube. The weather was nice, although the wind was a bit chilly, and there was a bit of fog, but still, it was fun. I'll take my pleasures where I can.
I also walked over one of the bridges and took pictures of Saint Gellert. The waterfall and the statue is surrounded by trees in autumn colours, which is very catching. The not-really-fog fog was a bit of a bother but I will try to download my pics in a while and see if they could be used or not. I always wanted to go there in full sunshine to take better photos, but it was not to be. *sigh*

And as an utterly non-related topic: I have apparently lost a friend. Sad, but it happens. I guess the distance was a bit much, or maybe he's not the kind of person to keep his friends. I'm sad, because I hate losing friends, but I won't keep those who want to leave.

I know I know, I've become a cold person. Bite me.

Hey, I've learned a new actor name! (Yup, fresh out of any kind of interesting news, sorry.)

I franly don't care much about celebrity names. (I get the occassional weird stare when I look blankly at people and have no idea who they are talking about.) But I remember names like Terence Hill, Bud Spencer, Whoopi Goldberg... because I loved their movies. I even remember Chuck Norris *shudder* because it always comes up in jokes but other than those... not much remains stuck in my head.

Oh, and of course there's Bloom, my dear friend's dream guy, and... well, there's Johnny Depp. But I prefer Captain Jack Sparrow, thanks very much.

...now that I've mentioned this many, I'm thinking I'm not that bad with names after all... heh...

But anyway, I looked up who played the hero (actually, it's on one of the piccies in the post before *headdesk*), Takezo Kensei. He really reminds me of Terence Hill.

Now I never really liked blond guys so don't get me wrong, but I have a soft spot for certain bad guys with that same smile Terence Hill has (Is he still alive? Will have to check...). I guess I've watched too many of his movies when I was a kid. ^^ But I'm pretty sure I never thought he was hot, just very very cute, like a kid. He has that really enthusiastic smile. I really like his smile.

But anyway, back to David Anders. I won't say he's hot. I'd be lying. But I find him really cute. Like a kid. And he also has that boyish grin. Actually, I think it's his grin and well, grimaces that caught me. I plan on sketching it sometime.

I used to draw with coal a lot. Not these days because I just don't feel like it and I have other things to do. But I used to draw faces and bodies and well, all kinds of inanimate objects as well.

I had a classmate in highschool, who was extremely ugly. But I loved his face. It gave him character, I guess. He looked like a mix between a frog and a wolf, with pumpkin teeth. You know, the kind that pumpkin heads have with lots of spaces between teeth. Well I loved to draw him too.

Well, it was so easy to draw him, and I really liked the feel of coal instead of graphite. Drawing was always an excuse to chill out. I remember we had this great group of totally insane artists in training. We were holed up in the castle district in a huge, airy, full of light old room on top of one of the castle buildings and created the silliest stuff. Ok, make that creative.

Like we used some goey glue and paint and whatnot to create old fashioned slides. Then we dug out our old crayons and drew only with a limited amount of colour, forming thought patterns and dream sequences in one, or used only letters to create a picture. I remember writing Poe to form a guy with his finger held in a shushing motion. Yep, those were the days...

In loving memory... lol...

Sooooo true ^^Well, a shirtless Adam would be even better, but I'd settle for a live one. Sniff.

Taken from a fangirl's site.

Tim Kring is a dead man walking.

Well, that's what I'd like to imagine. I hope he gets tortured by fans worldwide, because what he did to Heroes' Season 3 just proved he's a huge idiot.

• First he destroys all the maturing Hiro has done through all of Season 1 and 2.
  
  
• Then he makes Mohinder, a scientist with a brain use something on himself he never tried out if it works or not. Like hell he would. Also, he gets saddled with burning jealousy for powers, a jealousy he never exhibited in Season 1 and 2.
  
  
• After that, Sylar just up and starts to change without any cause. Kinda fucks up the whole cause-effect thing. It's completely without reason. Oh pleeease.
  
  
• Then the Parkman arc. Very boring, very stupid... actually I would have liked to watch paint peel instead. Or dry even.
  
  
• And then he plays the "I'm your parent (this time it's father)" card again. It's attempt no.4 throughout the Seasons. (Claire's real mother, Claire' real dad, Parkman's dad, and if we want, we can event count the I'm your uncle thing of Peter's)
  
  
• And then attempt no. 5 with papa Petrelli. YUCK!
  
  
• And last, he kills off Adam Monroe the most OOC (out of character) way possible. The guy who livened up Season 2 and who could have made Villains interesting. The guy dies begging for his life! Oh come on. It's so disgusting. There goes the only character I watched the show for this season.

So as of the end of episode 6 of Season 3, Heroes is officially dead to me.
Good riddance.

I hope that idiot gets the worst rating possible.

Great questions about Heroes that have been plaguing my mind:

• What the hell happened to that woman Peter took to the future and why's he angsting about her? Why not just jump there to the future and take her back? It'd take like... 10 mins.
  
  
• What happened to all those pheromones between Mohinder and Sylar? I mean all through season one it looked pretty much like sexual tension. I was just sitting there, staring and thinking "when will they finally jump each other's bones and get on with the show?".
  
  
• When did a respectable congressman's wife have time to secretly get pregnant and give the baby away? Also: why?! (Yeah, I'll bet they'll try to concoct a plot about Company's orders and whatnot. If it was a plan, besides it being too silly to mention, it backfired in the most ironic way.)
  
  
• Why not just make Hiro a girl, and have him/her finally do Ando and later on Adam/Kensei? I mean come on, it's worse than the Mohinder/Sylar thing! You can even see the sparks go off. And the angst! You can never forget all that angst. (Oh and by the way, hands up those who think season 3 episode 04 ended before the coffin-sex scene.)

Ok, I suck. And it takes a friend's mistake to make me realize it.

So here it is: I suck.

I have been... well, technically in love with a guy for no apparent reason for a long time now. (Well, love is a word I don't like to use in regards of persons, because it tends to invoke images of over-passionate feelings and idiotic tendencies.)

I guess I have been clinging to the idea because... well, it's not easy meeting guys like him. Although the more guys I know I realize they do tend to disappear from time to time for no apparent reason. Also, we had similar tastes, but oh well. That's just one thing I like in a man... Well, the dark hair too... But dark hair is... well... not difficult to produce. (Hah... tell that to my dad... uhm... right, wigs produce hair too ^^ )

Anyway, waiting for a guy to get the frikkin clue is completely hopeless as I've realized. So is hoping they take the initiative. It's no fun if I have to attack my guy if I want to get any kind of (mild or less mild) action ever. I mean hey, is even a kiss less than to be expected?!

Oh well, sorry, I seem to have wandered off the path here.

So. To hell with idiots who can't decide things on their own. I'm going to go alpha male hunting. If they can actually read a book from cover to cover, and don't grunt much, they'll do. I'll let them drag me to their lair and... we shall see. *.~

Is it a good or a bad sign that I started writing again?

Of course not the chess one, that story needs a bit of a plot in it. And I seriously need to work on the bits.

I'm working on some of the old ones, with a different touch. Somehow they always turn out gloomy and depressed with no way out. Well, no way that leads you out of any of them relatively sane or in one piece.

I wonder if it's because of me. I mean sure, it's me writing it, but... why? Am I that hopelessly depressed on my own that I can't pull it together for a happy ending? Or am I just simply depressed and need a good kick or two to leave my emo feelings behind? (Gods, the very idea that I'm emo is horrible.) Or maybe it's the medicine talking... well, writing? Or is it the story itself, or even my hate for pink, fluffy happy endings?

Oh and speaking of which, the homeopathic medicine is fishy. So I shall post this now and relocate to the toilet, because it seems like I'm allergic to the pills... and my dinner would like to greet the world sooner than expected. Well, at least it moisturizes my throat as described.

And Here's to Him

You have probably no idea who I'm talking about. Very few of my friends know about him. Mostly because I prefer to be viewed as sane. Of course it depends on different views and beliefs. (Were I'm from a different country... well... sorta, it'd be perfectly all right. I'd even get a pat on my back...) And of course because he's special.

So who's he? Well. The ones who know him know, so does he himself, and the rest shall wonder because I really prefer to stay out of the insane ward, thanks very much. ^^;

Still, I wanted to say thank you because being bedridden, with a really runny nose, blocked ears and unable to talk is sometimes the most annoying and unbearable thing. To me. But he kept me company and told me stories. And hey, being entertained is really the best on these occasions.

So, thanks. It really means the world to me. Come back and hang out with me when I'm not partly delusional from the fever, the rum and all that medicine.

A few days later...

Well, seems like my new allergy medicine (which is a variant of the one I used before, the one that made me a hysterical bitch by messing with my hormonal balance) is not perfect either. Seems like my bouts of depression and hysterics come from that (as well as my darling relatives who use me as stress relief... but hey, I give as good as I get).

Oh well. Started taking Aerius. Can't say it works that well.

I also seem to have caught some nasty flu-thingy. My throat hurts in any case. I'm told it's crying out for penicillin. Seems like I'll go to the doc tomorrow.
Meeep.

I decided I either developed some strange depression problem all thanks to my hormonal turmoil (well, I'm a woman, I have something like that monthly), or my life has hit rock bottom (I hate this word -> ) emotionally.

So I figured some thinking would be in order, but not sure it'd help. So if anybody has a better way how one can figure out their lives, mail me.

In the meantime I'll be off visiting some graves.