An innocent soul is making lists.

I've been really *blah* all week. Not a whole lot of energy. I have no idea why. I've been going to bed like, hours earlier than usual, and not accomplishing a whole lot through the day. It's also seemed to go by impossibly fast. I can't believe tomorrow is Friday. Where did all my time go?

My joints are aching a bit too.

Everything seems to just be like... *eh*

Anyway. I've got a few things I need to try and get accomplished.

+Laundry Am running out of clothes.
+Shower. Can probably do this while doing Laundry.
+Make Bed. Can probably do this after shower.
+Work on Art Mid Term. Need to figure out if I'm doing the Yuna art or the Death Fae image.
+Work on English Papers. Because I really need to get them done.
+Write something. My brain is just going *___* lately and I should really go be creative.
+Read fanfics I've said I'd read but haven't yet.
+Finish reading Wicked.
+Finish reading Restoring the Lost
+Start reading the books Joz leant me.
+Re-read OOTP again.
+Re-read Resident Evil: City of the Dead and Underworld again.
+Update _foreverfantasy's userinfo. Again.
+Try to find replacements for Cloud and Freya.
+Pimp _FF so that I can attempt to get some fresh meat new members to fill lesser roles.
+Call Dad. Ask for money.

....Yeah. Blah.

an innocent soul hurts.

I just need a fucking drink.

An innocent soul just can't win.

( Boyfriend Quiz. )

My roommate got a phonecall from one of her friends tonight. She was too lazy to get up, so I answered it. Went something like this:

Me: "Moshi Moshi?"
Him: "...What?"
Me: *Pause* "..Er. Hello?"
Him: "..Oh. What did you say?"
Me: "..Moshi Moshi?"
Him: "...Why?"
Me: "...It's Japanese."
Him: "Oh..."
Me: "....Who are you calling for?"
Him: "...Oh. Crystal?"
Me: *Laugh* "Hang on." *hands phone to Crystal*

Then after she talked to him like... ten minutes he wanted to talk to me again. And spent the next half hour interogating me on my appearance, likes, and random other shit. He also kept telling me certain things about my personality were 'sexy.' then he proceeded to ask if he wanted him to come down this weekend to hang out with me. I declined, as I have things to do, and he REALLY is so not my type.

While I would never consider going out with this guy, it was kind of nice to be complimented. Boosted my confidance, you know? Embarassing, sure, but it seems a lot more tangible when it comes from someone who's spoken to you, rather than just seen typefaced words.

As, technically, that was the first time someone has verbally complimented my attractiveness.

It's better, in a way, I guess. I'm not attractive physically, except to the people of Gameboydia, and ususally it's only those of variety I wouldn't mix myself with. I have one very strict standard as far as my men go. You must bathe more than once a week. Breath that doesn't smell of rotting meat and fritos helps too. Use a fucking breath mint. Seriously. And showers are your friend. Soap. It isn't painful. And ususally it's a rather enjoyable experiance. Unless you're the Wicked Witch of the West.

....But yeah. I have standards. I am below the standards of most people physically, but I like to think that my personality is worth more than that.

....Okay. done being stupid and slightly vapid now.