They'll keep us apart
and they won't stop breaking us down...
Hold me....
Our lips must always be sealed...
If we live a life in fear,
I'll wait a thousand years
Just to see you smile again...

WHY WHY WHY SCOTT WESTERFELD WHY DO YOU DO THIS SO ME I SHALL GIVE YOU A SOUND BEATING ON MONDAY DON'T YOU WORRY.

And i don't even, like, *like* his books, but trust Comrade to get me into this Last Exile that got lost in Euro class after watching Mulan with Ms. Nelson novel that just grah whyyyy.

I don't know if i've just managed to get my hands on an armful of simply awesome books in the last month or so or if i'm just so out of practice in the reading department that everything taht isn't failbook! makes me spazz and squeal to some degree. I'm pretty sure it's the former, but hey, I do admit to being a bit of a spazz in general. >.>

<.<

NOT THAT IT MATTERS.

And no, i don't know why this song was looping through my head the entire time i read the barking book, it must've just been the timing or something but guddamit now i can't think of one without thinking of the other, like the Weasleys and the Hitachiins, or amazing and Malfoy, or Lesbian Day-walking vampires and Jesus.

I have so much chinese hw to do it isn't funny grahhhh. I'm so behindd >.< And every time my teacher calls me to ask wtf i've been doing i just kinda give her a BS APRodriguez-esque answer and she's just like 'ah, okay', even though i bet you, my mum, and that bum on I-95 that she didn't have a clue what i said.

Why do the plot bunnies torment me really, it's rather cruel, when i've got no time on my hands and all. Screw this grah.

Oh and so Halloween is coming and i have absolutely no clue what to do at all and my costume ideas range from the Guild, Lucius Malfoy, or some conglomeration of house hold items that i make up the day before. If i even, like, go. I'll probably just end up going to a party. Or i could invest in some momjeans and orthopedic shoes and a messily androgynous haircut and cosplay Kamons?