Filler

Only two minutes before I run off to watch The Mummy Returns like the action junkie that I am, and to happily turn my brain off and watch Rachel Weisz being pretty and the gigolo man being cool and Middle Eastern. You know what I mean.

Spent today half-heartedly revising for maths in the certain knowledge that I won't fail, and really not being able to dredge up any more motivation than that. The large holes between maths revision were filled with sewing and reading fic.

Am filled with strange nostalgia for the days when subtext was something cunning that Tom Stoppard used and Draco and Harry weren't snogging in the astronomy tower on a regular basis. Don't worry, it'll pass.

Managed to almost completely finish my Arashi costume O.O Only have to attach the cuffs and collar, tidy up the hems and make the red scarf. Dad is buying a plane saw so I can make the sword. Wig will be bought at my leisure. Being organised this far in advance is a scary and yet satisfying emotion.

Siobha~an. You haven't been online all weekend, as far as I can establish ;_; Chidder is getting frustrated. No, I didn't mean THAT. Or maybe I did. Hell.

My playlist has been invaded by Hoobastank and alarming amounts of Lion King songs. I take it as a sign of my impending deterioration into writing nothing but Harry Potter slash and ignoring my homework and becoming a hairdresser, like I told Mrs Fry in Chem. The look on her face was priceless.

I'm in a weird mood where I feel like messing with people's heads and dancing until I collapse.

Might leave now.