~Beadsville~

Snooty of snotty?

I was thinking I would comment on your comments here but with the way things are configured now it might be a hassle? Though, while beginning to reply in the box, it dawned on me that I can't make use of the 'reply' function to everyone individually because you're 'not allowed to make two consecutive posts in a row' or something *snaps fingers* Lemme tell ya, it threw me to realize I'd have to re-write one comment I only remembered half of :-/

Any suggestions on how to tackle this? (commentary comments > world hunger) >.>

Aside from devoting too much time to Photoshop (with varying results) and strolling around in VV Land, I'm slowly getting over my cold! Last night was the first time in almost a week that I slept more than 2-3 hours. With only one pillow to boot! Uninterrupted continuous sleep for the win ;__;

Normally my colds are restrained but then there are times like these ones that wipe me out thoroughly. The nasty effect they have on my brain is unsettling to put it mildly so I'm glad to be rid of the disbandment from reality it causes.

(Aaaaah! It feels so good to fully embrace the wont to sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world _^_ In other words 'flourished online journaling'.)

The last thing on my agenda is the small matter of better naming my blog here. Despite my [evidently unrequited] love-affair with all things creative, I cannot seem to conjure up a decent (and accurately self-reflecting) title for myself. Though being acutely aware of a certain trait of mine (stubborn, me?) it's safe to assume I'll still probably spend time thinking it over [knowingly or unconsciously] anyway.

But if anyone should be so inclined to divulge what they feel would be a fitting crown to this drama queen, your ideas are wholeheartedly welcomed :3

Deer Peeps, some words of wisdom

I dedicate this post to James, aka SomeGuy, aka The Wordy Bastard.

After spending a couple of hours contemplating on how to start off the first post here, whether by sharing a song or say something meaningful, I've come to the following realization and conclusion.

Too many people will feel slightly paralyzed by superimposed pressure of making a grand first impact as they venture into this brand spanking new territory. Therefore I felt an immediate need to distract you all from such a bothersome thing by focusing the beginning of this entry on a very simple note.

Two days ago I came out of my room, very much crippled by a particularly nasty cold, to have a word with my mother. Sunlight shone through dual aspect windows and tickled my nose. To my mothers disgusted amusement I suddenly let out an unbridled sneeze which had the most intriguing sound effect accompanying the trumpeting blow.

*splat*

Yes, ladies and getlemen, a big blob of snot catapulted itself from my nose and belly-landed on the floor with such hefty gravity attached to it that it accomplished an audible splat. Mom had the added bonus of seeing the projectile and she tells me it, though gross, made the situation even more hilariously funny. Biological weapons sure can come cheap.

So, tell me: would you rather die trying to be pretentiously correct or die laughing from not even trying?