There's stuff again.

Personal Life:
( Contains the words 'work', 'money', 'school' and 'future', and two pictures. )

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun


Awesomeness:
Movies:
Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland - Oh yes.
Last time I was expecting a movie as enthusiastically was before the Star Trek film came out.

I mean - It's Burton. (Guaranteed greatness.) and Alice in Wonderland (Scary shit on it's own, and with Burton who knows will happen?)
Burton has the holy trinity thing working for him here too. Danny Elfman's music (Can it be bad?) and Depp as the Mad Hatter (Look at the picture in the link!). Mind you, Stephen Fry and Alan Rickman , too.

And oh! Hey! Yeah! I remember! I'm waiting for another movie too - well, actually, waiting for them to announce that they're going to make it. The possible Doctor Who movie starring Tennant. (Comic-Con is not that far away!) I read about R. T. Davies moving overseas to America, though. But nothing prevents him writing scripts there.
You see, I have this mental image of him (Or Steven Moffatt, of course, but he's the main writer for the next TV series, he'll be busy) writing a 10!Doctor movie that has to do with that River Song and her relationship/adventures with the Doctor.
Now, don't get me wrong - I didn't particularly like her, I didn't particularly like any of the females in the series, except for Donna, who had attitude. I just mean that it is sort of like a story never happened 'cause Tennant leaves the series, but they could make it happen in the movie. If I were a writer and actually liked River Song, that's what I would do.

TV:
I'm also waiting very eagerly for the next Doctor Who episode to come out - and it's months away! Argh, the torture! We want the Master!

//edit at 00:17.
Okay. I'm. Out. Of. Words.

*makes a face. not necessarily a bad face. just a face.*

I'm *takes a deep breath* listening to some of John Barrowman's songs on Youtube. I'm completely in love with him. No, really.

//edited again at 00:39 between 'I might also want an iPod or something like that.' and 'I will also save some of the money for a potential UK trip in the future.'

And you run and you run to catch up with the Sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The Sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older,
shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Time by Pink Floyd, lyrics Roger Waters

This is the bit I usually sayy if I'm asked my favourite piece of lyric.

Ah. Lots has happened. Uhhh... uh. I don't really know what to write. I feel kinda okay, you know, not bad, not über-happy.

School's okay. I don't really know, I mean, somehow, what to write. If at all.

So today I bought Demons and Wizards - that Uriah Heep album.

Today we had our last-ever-in-lower-secondary history test. I actually hadn't realized it was so until one of my classmates remarked it after the lesson.

Our next (and last before the summer) period starts on my birthday. I'm looking forward to it, as we have several interesting subjects in it. And yeah, I'm actually looking forward to my birthday as well.

. . .
I'm that sort of nervous again - unable to do anything. It isn't so bad now, though, it's just, like, 'what should I do?' - not 'I gotta do something!'

Guess what? I'll give you a piece of lyrics:
'The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines'

That's true, innit? Years pass by faster and faster. I wonder how it's for elderly - are the years really short - or do they gain length again, when you're alone and you've nothing to do?


Ah, by the way. yesterday, in music, we played (well I actually sang this time, 'cuz everyone knows I'm so goddamn good at it.) Simon and Garfunkel's The Sound of Silence. Suggested to the teacher by yours truly. AND we're going to perform it (and Abba's The winner takes it all) in a Mayday concert-thingy. Eek.

I'm going over to dad's this weekend again.

And that's just about it.

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.