*glows* (in a really tired manner)

You represent... hope.
You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopeless
romantic. You enjoy being creative and don't
mind being alone at times. You have goals, and
know what you want in life... even if they are
a little far fetched.


What feeling do you represent?
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This makes me happeh. I'm sick of loneliness and angst. And I agree with every single statement on the summary so it can't be too far off, can it?

Gang Show is destroying my brain. It takes soooo much energy and concentration to remember moves and words and still look enthusiastic for 8 hours straight. And the horrible thing is that I get so annoyed at everyone who doesn't know their moves because they're making it look BAD for everyone else and it's ridiculous that they still don't know their stuff this close to the show. We move into theatre next weekend. *exhales in frustration* But the show is looking fairly decent and will not be a steaming pile of crapola that offends all who look upon it. The finale is a tedious little family-values thingo that they had to stick in to remind people that it's a Scout production, even though everyone (including the director, who is cool) would be just as happy to forget Scouting completely during the show. But that's not what a Gang Show is. *shrugs* Oh well. And of course, me being the eager insane Patrol Leader that I am am responsible for all the fresh little newbies in my patrol and overseeing security and explaining theatre stuff to them *feels important* Damn, responsibility is STRESSFUL.

Ok enough on that topic. Except for the fact that I HAVE a booking sheet here waiting to be filled and no names. Teegs, you mentioned Fri 16th? News for you. 16th is a Wednesday. Friday is the 19th. Which did you mean? Can everyone else PLEASE say whether or not they're coming, which nights they can do, whether any family members if any are coming, and I'll organise. There was a rather long entry about it a while ago but if you need details I guess I can email you so TELL ME.

I want holidays. Proper holidays. Rehearsals and filming and cleaning DO NOT count as holidays. I want time to write, to FINISH something for once, to watch anime (something I haven't done for weeks) and to read. I'm in the middle of Void Moon by Michael Connelly, and it's something that I've always wanted to write - an insiders crime novel, as in the hero is a female thief. I have a story like this on the burner. Good book, anyway! And I want to watch movies, something else I haven't done for ages. In fact, I'm going to go watch Charlie's Angels, since the most communication I have received all day has been 7 junk mail messages asking me about the size of my dick. Valued correspondence, obviously.

Had a little Chistmas-in-end-of-June dinner tonight with grandparents. Got little presents! My mum knew I wanted earrings and went off to Tree of Life or somewhere and got me silver dangling spiral things. They looked familiar, so either someone else has them or I've just seen them and coveted them before. But they're very pretteh anyway.

Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed
Take a look at all the suffering we breed
So many lonely faces scattered all around
Searching for what they need

Is this the world we created...?
What did we do it for
Is this the world we invaded
Against the law
So it seems in the end
Is this what we're all living for today
The world that we created

You know that everyday a helpless child is born
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
Waiting for life to go by

Is this the world we created...?
We made it all our own
Is this the world we devastated, right to the bone
If there's a God in the sky looking down
What can he think of what we've done
To the world that he created

I love that song. It's in GS. That block - the Dark Future - will knock you down. It's brilliant, and I get to wear a slashed black top and graffiti-ed trousers and be a punk. But in Riot on Broadway I almost lose my voice from screaming *winces* Loud song. Involves skanking in circles. Had to teach innocent uncorrupted newbies to skank, most entertaining.

Okay, twenty minutes to work on Shields before the movie starts. *cracks knuckles* I can do this...

you can tell I'VE been working, can't you...

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projecting my own cravings onto innocent characters...

I glance quickly around the room as we enter the cafeteria, and Tatsumi heads immediately to pour himself some tea. Despite what he said the eating area is empty but for Hisoka sitting on his own at a table, absorbed in a piece of paper and with an abandoned cup of coffee beside him. He's wearing that orange Tshirt again, the one he knows I hate because it looks so – ooh! Tatsumi has donuts!

"Ne, Tatsumi?" I wander over hesitantly.

He sighs and holds out the box, still concentrating on stirring milk into his tea. Personally I've never seen the point of that – if I drink tea at all, I have it black. With two sugars. Possibly three. Okay, four at the very most.

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*sweatdrop* I wonder if I may be taking this dependency on sugar just the teensiest bit too far. Meh, it amuses me to write. It stays. Tea with sugar sounds real good right about now, though. Maybe it'll keep me awake enough to finish this damn scene.