|mood: drained|
Slight invasion of death you brought me...
I have to say that once you hit episode seven of Band Of Brothers you start to realize... This show isn't "fun" anymore, everyone loses a lot of their humour, as well as their friends. There's no fairytale happy endings, and that guy you were most afraid of suddenly becomes your best friend.
*Hails* Stephen E. Ambrose , (who recently passed away) Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks. I luv ya. *mwah*
I am feeling better today than I was yesterday, a lot more social. I stayed after school to review history for the test tomorrow, now I'm confident with it. I am definately hoping for a high mark, I deserve it for only missing one full day of school and actually *not* skipping at all this term.
I have been so restless lately when it comes to my writing. I want to write about Band Of Brothers, then I get an e-mail from sweet Mollie and suddenly she gets me back into Saving Private Ryan...etc. Ergh! I have such a problem of flipping back and forth, I started a fic almost a week ago that was SUPPOSED to be about Malarkey but it never went anywhere, infact I think I'm going to spin it into a Eugene and Joe story, maybe even Guarnere and Joe! Aaa, indecisive.
Kate! Laura! you watch Band Of Brothers, who should I base it on? I was also thinking Winters because he's such a honey... My problem is that I love them all.
I'm thinking about dying my hair redish like I did a few years ago. I really liked it, it'll cover up the un-even colour I've got going on now from way back when my hair was blonde, it's not a huge difference in brown but it bothers ME.
And now I'm really, really cold. |