Blogging, rolos, and my friends according to Oceansurferg

Well still no color or any of that stuff. It's driving my quite bonkers that is.

I think I may be becoming a bit attached to blogging. I think it's because, with my old friends I could share my thoughts (which are extraordinarily long and complicated) and no one would interrupt or anything. But with my new friends, there are just too many of us for me to be able to do anything like that, plus when I first came into the group, it was when I didn't talk whatsoever. And, well, I just need an outlet for these clogging thoughts.

I have a runny nose. Normally I don't think much of it, but I have a headache, and when I have a headache, it means I'm sick. As long as it's in combo with something else, and not after I've just run the mile... It's all mum's fault. She went and got bronchitis (sp?). You know, my immune system's probably so good because of how often she gets sick. It has to fight viruses a lot. However, mum says she's sick when she's only sneezing.

I've decided what my new favorite candy is. Rolos. I've never really thought much of them, but they have to be the best combination ever rolled up into a candy. I got some at the mini mart today. I've had them before, but not often or anything. I'm rather glad I got them. The orange juice I'm drinking for the cold is making me hungry, and candy fills you up quick. Or, at least it's supposed to.

My book 'City of Bones' is missing. I realized it yesterday, because I went to grab it from my bag and it wasn't there. I had another book there at the time, so I just thought 'I'll look for it later'. But now it's annoying as hell because I finished the other book.

My friend said that I talk like a textbook. So not cool! I don't talk like that, do I? I thought I only wrote my essays like that. (Something that they tried to edit out of my essay for science, but you can't change someone's style of writing.) People seem to think I come off as some sort of smarty pants. I'm not really like that anymore though. Problem is that these people are so closed minded that they can't think past their first impression of me. Well, at least, they come off that way.

I want to find out what a biscuit is in British terms. I'm reading the fanfiction 'The World, Biscuits and Sirius Black according to Nellie O'Neal' Unsurprisingly a large factor in Nellie's life is her love of biscuits. Her biscuit of choice being digestives. The only thing is, well, I want to know what in the world a biscuit is! That's my only question.

Okay well, I need to go sleep, as it should lower the pain of this headache, that and I'm dead tired, as being sick tends to create people.

G'Night

Oceanusrferg

Song #1

Okay color and all that stuff is still gone :( but the show must go on. (Or blog, whatever...)

My first song is just to get it out of the way, (sort of). Actually, my thought process is that if I post it, it might just walk out of my mind as 'elevator music' that isn't so elevatory (yes I understand that it's not a word. Gosh!)

Now, how this is going to work. I'll leave you the song name, who it's by, and a link to the youtube video (as most don't have html codes to use). Then you will find the song on a new list in the sidebar called '100 songs to listen to (according to me)'. I'll leave the date I posted it too, that way, if you want to, you can find the post it was on.

This post's song is 'White Houses' by Vanessa Carlton. The link is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jptBn4Nek9M

The video is kind of (okay, definitely) a bit weird. But the song is why I'm posting the link.

No news really. Well except that it's another boring weekend here in the sun. Rainy seasons been over for a while, and now I'm actually getting what the difference is. It barely rains anymore, and when it does, it's hard rain.

Also, in an effort to get a certain friend to read my story that I kept sending her, here is a quote 'Wow my mind is wandering today. Need to stop eating the fruity pebbles...'

I'm posting this story on fiction press, and yet, well... This might be the first story I actually finish, and for some reason, I don't want people to read it. Weird huh? I've written enough to create three more posts to fiction press, but I haven't even updated the first one with the edits my beta made.

With nothing more to say,

Oceansurferg