And yet, I watch that idiot...

"I've noticed that lately, I'm always around you.

Is it hate? like?

Or just paranoia?"

- Sakura Kiss by Cheico Kawabe

These days have been very busy with nothing at all. I've just had a lot of things to think about and since I obviously couldn't pick anything else, I started rewatching Ouran High School Host Club. Yes, a host club in a high school filled with obnoxiously rich people. Not to mention one of the best stereotypical anime which I can use for reference material for my story(the number of drafts has grown to 4 I think. That's quite horrible).

 So one of the more important questions that it has posed in my mind is: if I ever shared a bed with Ootori Kyouya-san, how mad would he be if I kicked him accidentally? Because he is...the sort of person to get pissed at such things and he is quite capable of making my life a living hell(Private police and stuff...nuff said). And yes, this requires some serious thoughts(Have a look at the anime. That thing ain't serious at all.)

My dad finally returned from his trip to Germany(Waaai~!) and the things we talked about made me once again crave for that wonderful country and the wonderful people that live in it. Which is once again confirming my belief of returning there as soon as possible(though as I know found out, my mother would prefer if I'd study in Estonia at first). Lately, we've been talking with my mother a lot and I am not sure whether that makes me happy or not. 

On one hand, it does deepen the relationship between us. On the other, I have never found it necessary to burden her with my troubles and the outlook on the future kind of shows that at one point, I will have to tell her. But that is in the far off future...I hope. You never know with the way things work these days...

 Though I have been questioned about my future again. It's weird that people want to know, although after hearing my response, they claim that they didn't know what they wanted to do either when they were my age. Why even ask? Do I look like someone, who knows exactly what they want? Do I look like I know what is going on in my own head?

 I'm slowly getting my imagination back...or well any side-effects that are coming with it. The stories have slowly made their way back into my head again and I can exaggerate to my heart's content. With the autumnish weather adding to it, I'm slowly starting to feel like myself again. I'm welcoming this change with open arms. 

It's also about time I started thinking up new characters. At least I have found an awesome name and I am abusing it already. A RPG wouldn't sound too bad at the moment though...so I shall bother people once again.

Also, since when does a game need to know your blood-type?

My belly is a black hole,

H.