I haven't got a single thing to say except that I made this new icon (took, like, two minutes) a couple of days ago. I didn't want to make a separate post just for 'new icon yay' so I thought I'd wait till I have something to say. Which I, sadly, don't.
So this is a yay new icon post after all.


//editing at 12:04

Guess what month it is? That's right, the The-New-Doctor-Who-Episode-Comes-Out-In-This-Month -month, November. Scheduled for the fifteenth, which is in, like, a week. GYAH. You can expect me to talk about nothing but it after I've seen it.

*crazy with excitement*

the word anxiety is ANGST in German.

I don't remember if I wrote about sewing this one jacket, but I will now, briefly. So, I want to sew this jacket. (/brief, heh heh) It shouldn't be much of a challenge, really, if I got the patterns figured out. I mean, finally there's something I actually think I could really make. So it's yay!

// btw, the now listening. I shall not make a comment on the matter. :D

Good morning.

Life:

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Today. Is. The. First. Day. Of. Work.

I'm so terrified. You can not believe it. I have no words.

I will come back. When I come back home I will first come to tell mum and then see of my aunt is home and then go to her and then I'll come back home and tell you about it.

Journal:
I have decided that this journal needs more pictures. And that's what you're getting. 'Cause when I've been digging through the older posts they're mostly really boring-looking and don't look very inviting, but with pictures this place will liven up (huh? bad English?). So when I don't actually have a picture relating to the post, I'll just put up something like the pic in this post. Which is, by the way, awesome, and all glory to the person who made it.

Hehee. I watched Moulin Rouge yesterday and now again with mum, and it's great!
Nothing more really.

Heh. The first ones I ever actually listened to, Ghosts and Man in the Mirror [yeah, not the most usual 'first ones'] along with Smooth Criminal and Beat it. But they're classics, all of them, even more now that the King is dead.

It's surreal: I have nothing to say, except rest in peace, MJ.

It's thundering outside, and I love it. It's not directly above us, but you still can hear the rumbling.

Today was my best friend's what'sitcalled confirmation? Becomes a part of the church (that sounds a bit creepy doesn't it?) and grow up to adulthood and all.

Uh, and, yeah. I'm still watching Doctor Who. Love it, absolutely.

I feel really anxious again. It's difficult to put in words - it's not depression, no, it's. . . I have a feeling of needing to do something, and not knowing what. And when I try to do something - read, draw, anything, it doesn't work. This comes and goes, and it's somehow disturbing. You know, when you're in a bad mood, you probably can tell why. I can not tell why I'm feeling like this. It's like expecting something to happen - not knowing what it is.

There were almost perfect lyrics to describe it in PF's Nobody Home. 'I've got a strong urge to fly _ But I've got nowhere to fly to'

At times like this I just wish I could fast-forward time, go forward till I feel normal again.


. . . it's fucking stupid.