Goodnight Wallis, love Nijmeh.

My friends' imaginations never cease  to amaze me.  I asked Nijmeh to tell me a story, at 12:30AM and this is what she came up with:

 once upon a time there was a pirate ship and it was crewed but, who else, johnny depp and they sailed the oceans blue and by they i mean johnny and his crew of attractive matties. 

• and one day while making port on a traders island they were approuched by some strangely dressed men in black fighting gear
• can you guess who they were? 
  • who else? jace and his worthy band of shadowhunters
  • and they demanded (you know jace) that they be sailed to the lake of the mermaids 
    • but ofcourse, lakes aren't easy to get to when you are sailing the black pearl
    • so johnny declined saying there wouldnt be room for jace and the rum and he picked the rum 
      • jace pulled out his sword and challenged johnny to a duel
      • now johnny was a skilled swordsman, but he could tell that he would be unable to win this match against jace and his backup, and his pirate companions werent likely to be much help
      • so he decide to use his wit to escape this battle 
        • he calculated that if half of the shadow hunters came then enough rum could be brought to keep him going for one week, and he would be able to make port again and restock, and possibly lose some shadowhunters on the way.
        • he was also interested to go to mermaid lake because it was rumoured that there was a castle nearby where the people had unusual powers. can you guess what that castle was?
        • it was ofcourse, hogwarts, but lets not get ahead of ourselves.
        • johnny told jace he could come and bring three others, and that he should give him a heading
        • jace was rather reluctant but agreed, seeing that he could not take any more on as the ship was rather full already, however he did not like being so out numbered incace a mutiny occured
        • so they began to sail for mermaids lake, located far in the north sea.
        • soon it came time for them to make port, but johnny could not rid himself of the shadowhunters for they followed him like stink on a pig.
          • they reached a land mass and had to countinue on foot, and now it was johnny's turn to follow jace, as jace tried to send johnny away he could not as johnny still wished to claim the magical powers of the mermaids
          • they soo reached a great black lake, and a castle towered nearby
          • they knew they had reached hogwarts
          • yet before they could lay siege to the castle they were attacked themselves by three teenagers in black robes. one had bushy hair and was a girl, one had ginger hair and stood holding her hand and the other had black hair and a lighting scar on his forehead
          • they did not have time to reach for their wepons as shadowhunter and pirate alike had a spell cast on them
          • it sounded something like obliviate and they awoke with that their last memory, johnny in tortuga his arms around two harlets and jace in new york his hand in clary's
          • the end
          • my battery is dead
          • bye bye
            
            
            Love you potatoe. I do.
            
            
              

• • • • • • 
            
            For you.
            
            
            
            

So Wrong, but so Right.

Today I have engaged in activities that I find questionable, and do not coincide with my normal personality traits (and also stuck glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling of my room):


This morning, went on Youtube looking for some Panic! at the Disco stuff (I've recently grown re-obsessed with them, and that. is. wonderful.) However, I got sidetracked and then looked at the "Suggestions" bar next to a video I was watching (I should have already known that I was doomed the minute I clicked that).  The video was on the Vevo channel, so as usual Vevo was trying to sell new crappy sounding music, but I clicked nevertheless. What did I land on? Probably the runner up to the worst song ever written (after "Friday" of course): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdbyG2MrBHk&ob=av3e

After that, I continued to make odd decisons: I decided to watch Last Friday Night by Katy Perry, and actually that was a good odd decision.  The video is rather cute and amusing (and it has Darren Criss...WHUT WHUT!), I realized I quite like Katy Perry. She's...cool.


THEN I MADE A NUTELLA SMOOTHIE. 


That was the best decision I've ever made. Afterwards, I decided to hunt down more Panic! stuff, because they're just...<insert words to describe how much love I feel for them).  I also posted lots of Panic! related links all over Lara's wall (sorreeee), I never really do that...because...I just...I don't understand the Internet, and links, posting, blahblahmush is what that is to me.  However, I was reading an interview Brendon Urie (nom) had done and it was a list of his "favourite" things: http://www.spin.com/articles/m​y-favorite-things-panics-brend​on-urie, and he mentions his favourite online clothes store (weird font...), TopMan. So...I began to go looking at his favourite store...(such a stalker, or rather shopping for my future male child? Or guy friends?)


And I came across this...:


http://www.topman.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33056&storeId=12555&productId=2527865&langId=-1&sort_field=null&categoryId=207267&parent_categoryId=207169&pageSize=20 


Is it really bad that I find that absolutely wonderful? It is. Is it worse that I pictures Brendon wearing it? Oh hell yeah, I'm sorry Sarah D: But I find it reallyyyyy fantastic. 


And then I found the formal wear...


http://www.topman.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33056&storeId=12555&productId=2558274&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=261027&parent_categoryId=&pageSize=20&refinements=category~[261028|261027]&noOfRefinements=1


DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS IS DOING TO ME? I WANT TO BUY CLOTHES FROM HERE NOW...FOR ANYONE!


http://www.topman.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/CatalogNavigationSearchResultCmd?catalogId=33056&storeId=12555&langId=-1&viewAllFlag=false&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=261027&beginIndex=1&pageSize=20#catalogId=33056&storeId=12555&langId=-1&viewAllFlag=false&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=261027&beginIndex=1&pageSize=20&refinements=category~[261028|261027]&noOfRefinements=1

Just...look at it all.  Tell me I'm wrong.


Anyways, I'm going to go scrapbooking now...oh dear...what's happening to me? I'm not even sure anymore.


-The Captain-

Where am I?

I haven't touched this blog in...ages.  I'm sorry! D:

Admittedly though, I've been busy as hell.  Doing what? Well uprooting myself from home and moving to the great white north, where I shall reside for the forseeable future. JOY. -.- Okay, I can't be that negative, because to be honest, it's quite nice here.  I get to see family and do...things...fun...things. (I'm sorry, coherency is not my forte.)

To compensate for my innability to talk/type/whatever else, here is a picture of me drinking a chai latte:

I swear, these are God's gift to the Earth children, to let them know that there is good in this world. They make everything better. NOM NOM NOM.

Anyways, I will start writing updates for the blog more frequently, I suppose.  For now, this is just a little "filler" to let everyone (ANYONE WHO CARES, OH WOE IS ME), know that I am still alive...and drinking chai. YEAH, MOFOS.

Love,

El Captain. Cheersssss.

First Day of Summer: CONQUERED.

FIRST DAY OF "PURE" SUMMER.

So you know how I was complaining about how bored I got the other night? Well...today totally undermined that belief/sentiment/thing.

Here's a breakdown of my day:

1. 11:15am: Nijmato-potatoe (We shall call her Nijmeh. She is the "Neutral" to my Walrus :D) appears on my doorstep. We then depart for the bus.
2. Get on bus, laden down with two guitars. At this point, Nijmeh's collarbone was still intact and well. Arrived in town at midday-ish. (We discussed how she thinks too much, and I...well...I don't think. O.o)
3. 12:13pm: GUITAR LESSONNNN, SONNNN!
4. 1:15pm: My hand is a mangled mess of bone and flesh, too many bar chords were played.  We then travelled to a storeeeeeeeeeeee.
5. "A while after that" pm: Left store, Nijmeh has two new shirtylikethingamabobbers...Nijmeh: 1, Wallis: 0 :(
6. "A little while after the while after that ^" pm: Ended up jamming on our guitars in the park.
7. Then it rained.
8. 2:21pm: Nijmeh says, "LET'S GET ON THE FERRY AND RIDE TO THE OTHER END OF THE ISLAND!" Wallis says, "THAT'S NOT RESPONSIBLE AND RANDOM, AND WE MAY NEVER GET HOME AGAIN....LET'S DO IT!"
9. 3:00pm (approx.): Arrived, went to go look for a tourist straw hat, and then GOT PANINI OF BBQ CHICKEN AND GODLIKE SUBSTANCES! And ate a marshmallow stick. And read Harry Potter. Played more guitar like hobos afterwards.
10. 3:45pm: Got on ferry, went back to the city.
11. At a beautiful hour in my life: BOUGHT. NEW. SUNGLASSES. THAT. LOOK. LIKE. STUFF. Nijmeh got Aviators! Nijmeh: 6, Wallis: 10000000009 (because my glasses make me feel like dancing)
12. Retract that above statement, Nijmeh's glasses make me feel like dancing too...so maybe her score is actually 7. ^^ Love you.
13. 6:06pm: RETURN HOME WITH NIJMEH FOR $L3[-P0v3R. AND YEAH.

So, that's only a brief outline of our days. However, the point is...it was freakin' fantastic. :) And I am very happy. Superawesome first day of summer.

I'm not going to be anti-social anymore. GOODBYE. Hope your first day of summer feels as brilliant.

The smell of accomplishment...

Have you ever been in the "door is stuck, awkwardly stuck" situation? The one where a door is...well, stuck, you you stand there pushing with all the strength in your panicking body against that door, gritting your teeth thinking, "Listen, you mothereffing piece of shit. You will open, damn you! OPEN!", for a good 23 seconds...you almost give up! But then...

It. opens. "VICTORRRRY. IS. MINE!" you procclaim, and stand there giggling maniacally to yourself, and you breathe in that first breath after overcoming this obstacle...the breath...of a winner. O.O As you inhale, you smell something awesome (stay with me here, I'm almost done), THE SMELL OF ACCOMPLISHMENT!!

See? Brendon gets it.

That's how I felt after I finished my final exams yesterday.  I felt like a freakin' survivor, and multiple other successful entities, but with this feeling in my pocket (and some sunshine.........................SO CORNY), I have begun my summer.

So I woke up this morning with a "IT'S SUMMER. I'M GOING TO DO SOMETHING AMAZING TO KICK IT OFF!" It started off great, there's a Doctor Who marathon on TV, so I watched that. But then after...I was forced to clean (it's terrible, I know.), and then I wanted to hang out with at least one of my friends, but then I was charged with the duty of babysitting. 


So here I am now at 5pm, with nothing significantly accomplished, so lesson: Don't try and be amazing and have fun on your first day of summer. SLEEP FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN.

Now that that's all out of the way, a quick update of my life:

HAHA. JOKES. That's boring. To be honest, recently it's just all been about four thing:

1) Exams
2) Not seeing the people I love often enough recently (friends, boyf [grief, I akshully used that])...I've seen my family non-stop, so...hm.
3) My innability to sleep.
4) THE LACK OF ASIAN FOOD IN MY LIFE.

-At this point in this blog post, I stopped, and went off to go talk to family friend.  Funny story: They've known me for a HUGE AMOUNT OF TIME now, and still spell my name as W-A-L-L-A-C-E, -.-" It's okay, Wallace. It's okay. Now to finish this post off-

After watching the new X-Men, my love for Mr. James McAvoy has been renewed.  My friends, this man is quite wonderful. His eyes are the colour of God's tears.



I mean, how can you not love that? ^^

So for now, this is the end, until next time. :)

**I'd like to thank Gemma (I will at some point insert the link to her blog here ____________), for inspiring me to blog.**

EDIT: Last night, I actually left my humble abode and went to go sleep at Megan's house. It was filled with Doctor Who (I KNOW WHO RIVER SONG IS), peach juice, marveling at Megan's artistic abilities, talkingtalkingtalkingabouteverything, and various other activities ^^ And then today, I was given nutella :) I went to the beach, and for dinner: INDIAN FOOD. NOM NOMONOMOFANSDFOJASDFNOMOMOAONOMOJONOMOJONOMNOMFRWEAKINGNOM. So actually a very good weekend :) I lied. THIS POST IS A LIE. MOST OF IT. SOME OF IT.

Also story: When I went to the beach today, I was approached by a little girlchild who looked at me and said, "Are you an asian princess?" (how flattering..) but I corrected my young, new friend and told her that I was, in fact, an Asian Lord King Wizard who was expelled from her rice kingdom by evil sushi destroyers and I was fighting to get my kingdom back! NO MORE EXILE! Her response: "Wicked." I felt fantastic.

Love,

ASIANLORDKINGWIZARD!

Pokemon, gone very odd.

I was talking to Dinosaur, and his attempts at making me feeling squeamish were useless, nay, FUTILE!

Then formatting was all: I CHOOSE FAILURE! And...it did. So now this looks crappy, anyways. Flugel it!

Marshmallow U

The other day I was sitting at my dining table, watching my mother cook dinner.  Why was I doing this when I could have been doing other things? Well...


Approximately 4 months ago (and multiple time before/after then)...


Mother (while making something in a pot): "Wallis you have to start looking at how I cook, from now on..."
Me (while surfing the interwebs at dining table): "...mm?? (It took a second for me to understand what she was saying)...WAIT, WHAT? Whyyyyyy?"
Mother: "Because! You need to know how to do these things!"
Me: "FOR WHAT PURPOSE, WOMAN?!"
Mother (stops stirring, and glares balefully at my face): "...Wallis. What if I die? What the hell are you going to cook? You can't live off of friend eggs and toaster strudels..."
Me: "WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT IF YOU DIE? WHAT ABOUT THE EMOTIONAL REPERCUSSIONS? WHAT ABOUT WHAT THE HELL I'M GOING TO DO ABOUT MY LIFE SANS MOTHER?!!"
Mother (resumes stirring): "It's very nice to hear you say that. Nevertheless, you're watching me cook from now on."


Thus, I was forced every now and then to watch her cook.  And by the way, I could totally live off of fried eggs and toaster strudels, she has no idea what she's talking about.  

So anyways, moving forward into the present-past time, I was sitting at my dining table looking rather morose, and being all huffy-puffy...

It got to a point, where anger/boredom translated into an insatiable hunger for doing anything other than learning how to make food. *Sidenote* I can cook. I can cook, for reals. It just happen to be that I did not want to learn anymore about cooking that day. Tis all *Endnote* So I opened my kitchen cupboard...and voila:

"Hello marshmallow..." the killer said, staring at its target...like a KILLER. ._. 

But it was far too late for that marshmallow...and its fellow marshmallows in the bag. Wallish ate them ALL!

I feel really bad right now, I feel like a murderer. A murdering murderer...how could I?! I'm a monster...

Anyways, I'll save that remorse for later.  As I ate the marshmallows I felt very content and my mother began to notice this.

Mother: "Wallis. I hope you're not eating. Dinner's going to be ready in a few minutes"

My mother knew I was lying of course but said nothing.  I felt a little guilty, because I should have known better, however...only a little guilty. However, I assured myself that I could totally eat dinner, and have room afterwards for even MOAR marshmallows, cuz they're so effing brilliant.

THIS WAS A WRONG THING TO ASSUME!  I suddenly felt like...like...the marshmallows had decided to seek revenge against me, and their evil commander ordered them all to inflate to a ridiculous size inside my tummy and fill it with an unnecessary feeling of fullness.

Those marshmallows inflated themselves to the point, where they looked constipated, and I was worried. So I decided to state my queries to the person who I thought might understand, my mother.

Me: Mum....

Mother: What?

Me: Do marshmallows inflate in your tummy?

Mother:....................................*sigh*

Me: NO! SERIOUSLY! DO THEY? MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! MUM! I'M GOING TO DIE, AND YOU DON'T CAREEEEE??!!

Mother (stops cutting up whatever on the cutting board, stabs knife into cutting board (poor cutting board) and glares at me): WALLIS. 

Me: *WHIMPER*

Mother: Do I LOOK like I went to Marshmallow U? Huh? What the heck is that kinda question? Do marshmallows....pahhh! (She notices that I'm still looking down at my tummy) WALLIS. WHAT IS IN YOUR STOMACH?

Me: Inflating marshmallows?

Mother: ACID, WALLIS. ACID. They are dissolved up in there and gone. 

Me: LIKE DEAD?

Mother: (At this point she made a very odd noise, between a sigh and an exasperated yell, which could only be translated as: WHY THIS CHILD? WHY? WHYYYYY?)

So in the end, I was left with a very aggravated mother, not enough room to eat dinner (although I only ate like 6 marshmallows...or 26..whatever), a feeling that I should be locked up or something for murdering marshmallows, and no knowledge of how to make whatever she put in front of me for dinner that night.

I think the marshmallows were successful in getting their revenge, the bastards. 

Hurr-Durr-Derp

Last day of Spring Break, and it's indeedly beautiful outside, so I'm going to try and catch some sunshine. Quick blog post though.

I was surfin' the interwebs today, and was bombarded by little pop-ups that try and get you to join whatever-nonsense they're promoting.  It began to bother me a little, for example:

I WILL NOT CONFORM!!!!

It was just annoying.  I was trying to enjoy my pointless searches on Google, and these were just popping up, I has the whole "BLOCK POP-UP THINGIES" program, but these were kinda on every website, meh.  

But while I was searching the interwebs, I found these:

Hugh Jackman, you are godly.

It's just scary...oh god, Black Swan...it's so scary...O.o D:

Oh D-Tizzle, ye'are a BOSS.

Right, well that's it for now.

Bai.

One word: Omegle.

So tonight I got to a point, where boredom doesn't even describe what I was/wasn't feeling.  I was also talking to a brownie-making Phaedra at the time, who had told me of her "adventures" on Omegle.  


For those unaware of what it is (ahem): "Omegle is a website used for talking to strangers and "meeting new friends" via stranger chat. The service randomly pairs up users online into one-on-one chat windows, where they can chat anonymously using the handles "You" and "Stranger"; either party can disconnect at any time" Thanks Wikipedia <3


Anyways, so I wandered over thinking, "Ah heck, you're bored anyways...how bad can this be?" 


...


What. THE. Hell.  


At first, I was amused, but then as the seconds ticked by I became more. and. more. and. more disturbed...

Creep, AVOIDED!

Mahahahaha, SHOTDOWN.


I began growing weary, and tired, so I hit "New" one last time...[sigh] Why?????

So, altogether my Omegle experience was...freaking weird.


But then I cleansed my somewhat disturbed soul with some ItsKingsleyBitch. That is a beautiful human being <3 Watch his videos, they make sense.


Anyways, that was my night. 


BAI.

Procrastinating, me? Never.

My history homework is staring at me. I swear.  You know those scenes from those old Western movies where the good guy and the bad guy stare each other down, oh the tension? It's kinda like that right now, and I think I'm going to be shot down :(


I've been putting off writing it for a while now, and instead I've been doing this:

I did in fact go online, then I went offline, then went online, and offline...just for like 30 second periods, it's a vicious cycle.  I also just noticed that the bottom of this picture is cut off slightly. I would fix it...but...I really cannot be bothered right now. 


I guess like everyone else (perhaps?), I'm super tired.  Going to sleep at 2AM isn't working out so well, not at all.  Reasons for not sleeping:

• I'm turning into a nocturnal creature
• Constantly being kept awake by my brain's thoughts
• There is so much to do, so I do it all at night...
• ...um...I so tired I can't even think of any more...
• sdfadskfadsf
• asdfladsfkjadsf
• OH. AND BECAUSE SLEEP. IS. FOR. WIMPS.

Alright, I've been procrastinating writing this blog post, and I akshully DO have to finish this homework, so this is the end of today's wonderful (hahahaha, right.) post.  

Oh fancy, fancy. XD

"Thanks for living", say what?

It's Tuesday night, almost 12am, thus Wednesday morning.

Oh my beejeezus, that (indicates first attempt at making font look interesting above) looks as stupid as hell...what the hell....?

Anyways, I can't sleep. Solution? Blog mofo. BLOG. Where to start though...

Ah: I learnt what "Milf" stood for just now.  Please don't judge me because I didn't know what this meant up until 30 seconds ago...oh, click this. Puck (in Glee (again, JUDGE NOT)) uses it in an episode a few times...surprised at this.  I feel like it shouldn't be allowed.

Oh, OH! OH! (What is wrong with me?) GREAT NEWS...Connie Marie has a boyfraynd! Reaction to this news...not exactly, it's the screaming I'm going for...the video is just amusing ^^ Akshully, just listen to like the first 30 seconds...you get a headache otherwise (I've learned this the hard way...so stupid...) So CONGRATULATIONS. I'm really excited for her. I shall draw a lovely cartoon next week...when...

I GET MY LAPTOP BACK! (MORE SCREAMING)

Don't laugh at my fail editing at (waits) 12:34AM (1234hurray)...Phae and I rented and watched this movie last night togevuh...30 seconds into the movie and we were both cringing and shouting "OH GOD!" and shielding our eyes....SO. MUCH. UNNESCESSARY. NUDITY.  It has Anne Hathaway (and idol to Phae and I) and Jakey (need I say more?), and while it seemed like it was going to be an okay movie...it wasn't. Meh, it was such a letdown for me :( Just a lot of...grossness, R-rated grossness. We also watched 'Life As We Know It', which was the perfect chick flick EVAHR...

Josh Duhamel is...dreamy. ^^ He's so...why are you married?! D: WHY?! Then again, it's not like him being married is going to stop women from swooning over him...:P

I also had the weirdest realization yesterday, I have no potential of having ginger kids. I don't know if I'm disheartened/sad, indifferent, or relieved...I actually don't know.

I just tried googling "ginger asian baby" and "redhead ginger baby", weird things happen, man. Weird...

So...anyways, it's almost 1am now. 12:49am <end post> Sorry for all of this randomness, just really can't sleep.

Y.S. Captain (:

Spring Break Woes

I HAVE PROCRASTINATED (in regards to this blog...okay, and other aspects of my life, but that's not important!) AND I AM SORRY.

Last time I put anything up here, was...and look, I have just procrastinated again and went to go check if I have enough flour to make chocolate chip cookies! I do! Anyways, if you want to figure out how many days it's been since el last blog post, go for it.  For now, I am very, very, extremely tired, so this post shall be short-lived, and lacking appropriate drawings...or...any...drawings...at all.

Anyways, it's Spring Break 2011! (OH YEAAHHHH) Today is Sunday, meaning that I have one more week left of it.  This week shall be filled with me studying...trying to study.  I have to say I was enjoying Spring Break immensely last week.  I got to see mah fraynds, and got to hang with boyfrand which was all pretty krazykool.  Heck, yesterday I went on an adrenaline-filled adventure with my friends: Anu, Phae, Meg, Morgan and (wife) Asha.  Here's a breakdown (because you're so interested, O.o):

11:08 AM ---> Drive to town, knowing "Shizer, I'm going to be late...again" (We were meant to meet at 11 AM, mahaha, right.)
11: (something) AM -----> Finally reach in town, and meet up with Meggo, and realize that I am the second to arrive! SUCCESS! Everyone else came like 1/2 hour later. Teenagers...then Morgan showed up...then Asha.  Asha had an allergic reaction with her eye makeup and when we tried to coax her into washing it off she replied, "I don't give a sh**, whatever." 

A bit later ----> We found ourselves in the park requesting music at our local radio station.  Asha: "Hey, I'd like to request "Ballad of Mona Lisa" by Panic! at the Disco..." 10 minutes later, they're playing "Nine in the Afternoon"...fail.  Then we traipsed on over to Mr. Chicken (oh yeah, healthy. For reals.) where Phae and Anu showed up.

Okay, this time thing isn't working out so I'm just going to ramble.   We decided that since it was sooooo beautiful outside we were going to catch the bus down to the beach, while we were waiting for el bus...WE SAW A HOBO GETTING ARRESTED! OH, HECK YEAH! 5 police cars screeching past the sidewalk, and they all cornered the guy, beat him to the floor, and got out a taser gun.  I tell you...it was exciting.  Meg even took a picture, but...it's really just me putting on a stupid face and pointing to something in the background...huh.  Well anyways, we finally made it down to the beach, sat there and gazed at three British blokes who were "climbing" rocks, wearing "shagadelic shorts" (thanks, Phae)...then went to Morgan's abode, and watched Glee.  I also learned how to play "A Thousand Miles" by Vanessa Carlton.  Yeah. Cool.

So, now I'm just plain old lonely and bored.  Connor has been abducted by the great white north, meh. Megan, (my daughter...a different one from Meg) is probably away, meh.  Lara-Skatapus is probably coming back soon, meh. Morgan is busy being athletic, double-meh...makin' me feel failwhale for not going for a run right now. Asha...well, she needs to contact me.  Connie...her too >.> Anu...she's cool with me, I saw her yesterday, and I'll see her again soon.  Meg and Phae are pretty groovy kids, cuz I shall see them soon ^^ YEAH! 

Today is not fun.  I am going to watch Black Swan now...oooohhhh, crazy ballerinas...delish.  Akshully, going to go and make cookies first. Nom :3 

OHHHHH GREAT NEWS, SO GREAT THAT THIS BLOG POST DECIDED TO CHANGE FONT. HURRAH?  ANYWAYS: Getting my laptop back next weekend!! :D ^^ Listen to that hallelujah chorus. AAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEENNNNNNNNN! Right, totally done now.

Love Captain Wallish Q:{/ < it's an unimpressed Frenchman (beret, and amazing moustache...gosh, I'm tired.)