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okay okay so it isnt actually new year, but I'm posting this anyway.

Am recovering from an arguement with my mum, which involved alot of screaming and shouting (admittedly mainly from me) grah... at least i'm going back to uni on friday. though i know i'm gonna miss them terribly once i get there... *sigh*

how long has it been? wooo... an AGE.
still blogs come and go. ah well.... i have too many to do much here anymore.. sad really sad

wahey! new titles and banners now up & running: now a wishlist quest as i get bored questing for the same thing for absolutley bloody ages..
On a happier note: I NOW HAVE MY PILOTS GOGGLES!!!
hehehe *huggles goggles*

*wrestles with strawberry jamjar*
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*is STILL wrestling with jamjar*
OPEN YOU BLOODY JAR!!!! :screams:

*has had arguement with jamjar* cry
*Is too mizz to post anymore* cry
*will keep as record to own evilness* crying
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*will short circuit keyboard if this continues* cry
*will go revise Diversity & Adaptation for exam on wednesday* *sniff*

This post is going to store the madd conversations i have had in my quest thread
"Donate to the Demon -> Nitemare Scarf" since starting it on june 23rd 2004.
continue to comments to see the convos wink
ENJOY THE RANDOMNESS!!

YAY. am at leeds Uni.
Though am currently staying 12 miles from the campus (in wakefield) and so need to trek in every day *sigh* so tiring. |-0 *yawn*

I am feeling ill sad I feel like writing about being ill. but my mind goes blank when I'm ill.... hmm. what am I doing?
am currently watching "The world is not enough" YAY James BOND. biggrin
But I cant think of summat to write so I'll post my old blurb about change:

Winter has come. It came this week, bringing with it ice cold winds and pouring rain. But not for me. There is a light in my soul and a spring in my step. For me the sun is shining because I feel alive and free. I am no longer bound by the pressures of a mundane life of shadow and cold.

This morning the clouds parted above my head as I stepped aboard the tube, and as the day grew longer and the wind blew more fiercely from the frozen North, still the sun shone brightly. It warmed my face in its glow and touched my heart.

I felt it there, yet I was afraid, for its bright beams, though warm and gentle, were ever yet beaten back by the harsh wind. I trembled lest those saving rays of hope should fade and die, before the day was out, and all light that had flourished within me would wither and my soul slip back into its shadowy cloak of chill.

Through the day the brave little glimmer of sun battled onwards, mounting the sky, traversing its stately path, refusing to give in. Its rays slashed before it at the driving wind, demanding that it return from whence it came. The chill breeze ever laughed and howled above me, beating down upon the weakened beams of light, lashing my hair against my face, daring me to continue. On and on my sun and the wuthering gale strove against one another, neither willing to admit defeat.

Once, I thought the brilliant ray was gone, as it was suddenly hidden from my sight, taken captive by the rogue clouds of shadow. I froze in fear and hoped fervently for its release, but the clouds were merciless and unforgiving. I had almost given up hope, when suddenly my ray of light burst its way out from the clouds' tight grasp and ploughed on across the misty blue sky, beating at the raging wind all around it.
But now I see the finishing post before me, the goal for my ray of shining light. I look to neither left nor right as I fix my eyes upon the end. I must win this. I must retrieve my soul's bright spark for one single day of freedom, before it returns to that place of shadow and mist, as I know it will, as morning's cold clouds cover the drab winter sun.

I know I will reach my goal. I feel I'm almost there. If only I could have one more day like this one, but I suppose that would be too much to ask for. I dream so often of such a day, of freedom from the clinging fog. I thought of praying to God last night, for asking for a beam of light to shine my way. But I didn't believe in superior beings, in a land no human eye nor ear can find. Now I'm not so sure. I wonder if there is a God; I wonder if He answers prayers; I wonder if He listens to my dreams.

smile yay. I have now decided to adda little comment in here, just from me, with no story attached (mainly cos I'm having problems with the current one's plot) The current currently inprogress is... well, struggling, though its about as "fanfictiony" asyou'll get from me since I'm using characters names from yugioh. I'm borrowing large chunks of the main plot and rearranging them (so actually no-one will probably notice that they're even from yugioh anyway if it werent for the names, but mweh (thats my patented noise of exasperation there) stressed I was gonna post it up on ff.net when I'm dun (If i eva get dun) but now I'm just rammbling, and for being the self-proclaimed queen of etimology, I'm doing a good job of creating run-on sentences that just go on and on and on until the reader gets bored and hits me round head with a-- OW!
stare Okay okay *rubs head* leaving now.