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[ithika]

8:28pInane Drivel:*quietly* ...mihihi....




My wall's looking very nice today. Very nice indeed.
Perhaps not as nice as a certain door, but damn close.
I love my wall.
*hugs wall, which is a little strange, but... all things considered...*
No, I will not explain further.
Not in this entry anyhoo.



current mood: satisfied

8:33pInane Drivel:Ok. Today.




Today I went to Ish's (wibblewoman's) place with my Mum, and hung around there for a bit, planning a fic. Should be purdy good.
Hey, maybe I could put little teaser-trailers in here for some of my fics. *mehh* It's not like I have throngs of fans, however.
Speaking
of throngs of fans, well, not directly, but I'll get there eventually,
after spending about 4 hours at said abode of Ish, we went off to
Carousel. (if that's how it's spelt - I don't really care...) Which is
the biggest shopping centre in WA.
Large.
And poorly laid out.
It was a bit of a let down, actually.
But
for one store, (well, one store, a movie theatre and a ceiling) the
whole place is rather dissapointing. I much prefer the Galleria.
Anyway,
it was an enjoyable day, full of much fruitless searching. (Oh, come
on, do I really have to tell you what we were looking for? I do?
HONESTLY.
SILVERCHAIR POSTERS.)
Until...
we reached San!ty.
A last, desperate search for THE POSTER.
Flick, no, flick, no, flick, ugh, hell no, flick, yes, flick....YES?!
FLICK BACK.
Ogle.
Ogle.
Ogle.
Ogle.
Wits leak out ears.
Giggle.
Laugh.
Giggle.
Come to mutual decision that must find place where posters for sale are kept, but cannot leave poster-holder.
A tricky situation.
Nevertheless, being cunning *silk voice* Conning. Heh heh. Ih ghot yhour mhoney, mhoney mhoney mhoney! *enf silk voice*
Ammusing. As I was writing "silk", I subconciously typed "Silver"
I did it again, too.
lol
Anyhoo, where was I? I, kinda lost my train of thought.
Oh, well, all that other stuff aside, I now have one,
HUGE
rather asthetically pleasing
Silverchair poster
in the middle of my wall.
Ah, bliss.
Oh, and I want a ceiling like the one in Hoyts.
I just do.
And the person behind the counter @ San!ty was so nice! *waves to person*
She gave me a dollar off the poster coz I was a dollar short...
I
think she was ammused by me and Ish's obvious incredible appreciation
of the chair. (Also known as fandom. I like to think I'm above and
beyond fandom).
And, although I'm not gonna go into great detail, Ish finally got a poster too.

DV qt of the day

Alone
in a garden scented heavily with roses and woodsmoke, under a sky
dusted with glassy shards of stars. And he felt...lonely. This was not
usual for him. He had grown up from a self-contained child into a
self-contained young man. Other people had always seemed not quite
real, puppets being moved across a darkened stage. It had never really
occurred to him until this year that he might need anybody else, or
want to. That there were other people in the world as real and alive as
himself still struck him sometimes as something shocking. Even stranger
was that he now suspected they might be more real and alive than he
was.


P.S Sorry Trent! I feel really guilty now!



current mood: accomplished