Practice makes purrfect.

I've been very nostalgic in the last couple of days. I've been listening to old songs(meaning I haven't listened to them since the end of summer. I shall explain stuff once I am done with nostalgia) and then I remembered this very awesome(at least it was awesome to my 11 year old self...) fanfic that I wrote ages ago. It's a shame that I haven't got it anymore, for it was posted as a blog, which I decided to delete(I would regret it, but I have the basic outline of what was going on there in my head and the text was edited by a lovely J4, which would mean that I've sort of lost interest in it for it is not mine anymore, at least in my mind. Yes, I am weird like that). And today during practice I remembered(or invented. I have no idea for it seemed bloody familiar, but I could not place the words, meaning I had to create something instead. Schnappi, why do you bother me so?) an old childhood tune. Or at least I think it was an old one. I might have made it up on the spot though. But it was so familiar...And I had a cup of tea yesterday(it has been a couple of days or a week even) and concluded that it would've been better, had it been Earl Gray. My hands are cold.

Nostalgia is not the only thing I've been going through lately. I have no idea why but I've started going through this I-find-absolutely-everything-amusing-it-has-been-so-long-since-I've-made-things-like-this period. Which means that I've laughed about just everything there is, without explaining people what is going on. And then I started talking to myself. My hands are still cold.

So as promised earlier, I shall tell the tale of my time. Which passes at an incredibly snail like snail pace. For one week seems like two and I'm not even going to start about hours or minutes. It is sometimes incredibly tiring but right now I have no problem with it. I think. My hands...

I had this crazy idea at one point, but I promised myself that I wouldn't do it unless I was really down again. I started doing it anyway and those bloody red streaks remind me of a wound and then I sort of manage to surprise myself. I shall never mark down things with a red pen on my hand again(or if I do, then to places where they do not always get into my vision). But I had another crazy idea. I should get a tiny notebook if I want to do this. Have I mentioned that my hands are cold?

I also came up with a less crazy idea(depends actually). I wanted to include Ulqui in to this nice and lovely group I have in my head, but they all were against it. Something about it being too cramped already. Psh! They do not even know how empty my head is...or how cold my hands are.

I actually had planned out on making this a longer post, but I seem to lack the motivation to do so. So I shall end it with this and a small note on how great of a companion I am to myself(I could talk to myself all day, really!) and the fact that our little group from our previous school wants to meet up to celebrate my birthday. There would be nothing wrong with it except I am too lazy to arrange something and I know that while I'll certainly enjoy the company of two of them, I can't say the same for the third person. Because I am convinced that she will do us all a favour and mention that I am too lazy to stay in contact with them all the time. It's her problem really, not mine.

Calling a stone age Nokia and iPod is fun,

H.