Of all the things I should be doing, it's quite amazing how not one of them this is.

Having cold hands makes it really hard to type too. Being tired doens't help.
Well, the computer's happilly bizzing away, and I was theorising yesterday. I felt sick, and I'm positive it wasn't because of some disease. I'm making myself sick, and I don't know why. It could just be that I had those heart palpatations again yesterday. Although I'm pretty sure that that one was an actual pannic attack, unlike all the ones before it. Of course, concidering I was sitting in a movie theatre at the time, heavens only knows what I was panicked about.

Things change, and I'm not entirely certain how to drift the right way. I'll work it out. Meanwhile, none of this is my theorising.

I watched a show called the glass house. I watch it every week. It's basicly a bunch of comedians sitting around and talking about some of the more unusual things that have made the news and making fun of the government. It helps to fill the gap left by the departure of Good News Week. Anyway, I laughed so hard at the last eppisode my stomach ached all night and I was nearly sick. Thereby proving that laughter is a powerful, dangerous and painful weapon. And what's more, I'd dop it all again if I thought it would be as funny the second time around. I think I could get addicted to laughter. And none of this situational comedy crap, god no. That stuff sucks. Stand-up, satyre, female cricket players- THERE's where true ammusement lies.

the pepperz are cool.

I should go in and do some more planing for that comic I want to start next year. But first I have to do math. I'm gonna need to run some character designs past people- I'm still not sure wether to make Azazael a rabbit or a goat. I'm also not sure if I want to call the fallen the Annunaki and the soldiers the Igigi, since that's just asking for trouble. I almost wish I could get someone interested, so I could run ideas and thoughts past them. But that's a bit stupid really. No one gets interested in something that hasn't happened yet, or something that may threaten their own view on their worth. Or whatever hang ups they may have ^_^;

More importantly, no one gets interested in something involving anthropomorphs. Ah well.

Still, it's something I want to do, and a story I've wanted to tell for years. But the fact that The two lead characters are foxes and the surrounding cast are various animals would be completely lost if I were to tell it as a story.

It's working title is Electric Life, but I'm thinking of calling it the Body Electric, after that poem. It sort of reads like what I'm trying to get across, baring the sexual content. No sex in EL. Sorry folks. Then there's the issue of the ending... I kind of don't want Rafael to stop existing, but that's the 'inevitable conclusion'. I tend to write myself into them. I'm thinking of abusing poor Nokoni to get me out of it, since he was just born to be guilt-wriddled. He does what he's told though ^_^

Ninety's rap was oh so bad.

I have to write a speach on what I believe. Or do I have to write an essay and then read it out? I should really go over my assignment sheet. I should give mum a hug when she gets home. I should streak and run down the street singing halelulija.

I had to pretend to di a strip for drama once. I was originally suposed to be a fairy, but I ended up being a nanny. I then went mad and shot everyone before shooting myself, and being cast into hell by the drama teacher.

I guess that's enough for now.

"Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it's us that's doing wierd things to the corpse."
~Peter Berner, Backberner.
- posted by Washi @ 2:56 pm