Avenue Q

Leto, you didn't need to be so harsh...you made Ilia cry little sad emo tears....>_>

I just saw Avenue Q. 'Twas good. Lots of inappropriate puppets. Frequent mentions of porn. Molesting of brooms. Canadian girlfriends.

Ilia likey.

"F**k you lady, that's what stairs are for."

>_>

Bad. No, not the MJ song. Bad. The adjective. 'Tis a difference, you see.

I'm a bad blogger.

I promised myself th - Oh..uh...one second...
Ok, I just went away, but you don't actually know that...because of...yeah...

So, I made an unspoken rule about blogging everyday, but that kind of failed. I don't really have anything to talk about...Or, more accurately, I don't have a clue what you guys want me to tell you.

So. Mah first competition of sorts. We all saw it coming. Don't lie -.-

Tell me the kind of stuff you want to hear about, and that's what I'll post about. A lot of stuff happens in my life, I guess, but it's up to you to tell me what you want to know. Wait, I already said that, but I phrased it differently...

Comment, and tell. I command you to.

(And if nobody comments, it'll be really awkward, so I'll make sure my next post I make is entirely made up of random pictures that nobody cares about if that happens. See how you'd like that.)

((I'll also spam your PM inbo*SHOT*))

A Little Anecdote

Hello there. I'm here to tell you a little story. Gather round, children.

Right, are you sitting comfortably? Then let's begin.

Once upon a time, there was a girl called Ilia. This Ilia was completely different to the Ilia telling you this story right now. Seriously.

Anyway, this girl, Ilia, was a fairly ordinary girl. She had brunette hair, that was cut short at her jawline, and feathered out at the back and the sides. She had natural blonde and ginger highlights. She was tall. She wasn't ugly, but she wasn't stunning. She was pretty enough.

One day, Ilia decided to go for a walk. She met someone. They talked. They went home. They forgot about each other.

And it really didn't alter Ilia's life at all.

The End.

Huggling.

Huggling.

Such a simple verb. Verb? No, not a verb...but a verb when used in a certain context.
I'll shut up now and return to my original point.

Huggling is like hugging, except much more expressive, but not as full on as glomping.

Huggling is what you do when you have a platonic love for someone.

*huggles Mi-Mi and Leto*
>_>

Bai.

Birmingham

Firstly, something weird has happened with this blog's formatting. Most of the colour options and shiz like that have disappeared.

COME BACK OR I WILL ELIMINATE YOU.

Oh, and secondly, Leto, I do like the fourth wall....occasionally.

But thirdly, I'm here to express my love for Birmingham. (Yeah, I know right?)

Ordinarily, I'd write a charming little song about Birmingham, that a Bard might sing as he looks up to the stars, whilst standing on the precipice of a hill, maybe in Southern Azeroth or something. But no. Not today.

Oh. Well, maybe.

TERRAH TERRAH TERRAH TERREE.
BIRMINGHAM IS NOT CHAVVY.
WELL MAYBE IT IS,
OR MAYBE IT'S NOT,
BUT ONE THING'S FOR SURE,
IT'S BETTER THAN...Um....Snot?

I'm regretting that now  ¬__¬

Anyway, Bai! :3

I'm back!

Hey. 'Tis me again. I haven't been online in a while, and I'm really sorry. But I'm back. Which is good.

Leto said some really nice things about me in her blog, and I just feel so bad for not being able to reach her to tell her I was Ok, but at least she knows now :3

So yeah, I'm going to start reading the Hunger Games soon, purely because they're there for me to read. Maybe I'll like them, maybe I'll find them boring, I can't tell until I've done it.

Yipee. *sarcasm*

I went to visit my Mum's Australian friend Danika today. On the way back, we stopped off at Ikea, and I bought myself a lovely cactus. I have called it Sheldon the Cactus.

(He likes to say "merp" but don't tell anyone >_>)

OH MY GOD. INVASION OF THE UBER LARGE LETTERS. GET THE MEERKATS AND RUN!

Bai everyone!