Blardeblar

London countdown: 3 days.
Girlfriend Countdown: 23 days.

Am I allowed to panick yet? No? Bah. Then let me panick about the fact that in three evenings time, I need to clean my flat, for my parents are not to see the squalor that is my kitchen at the moment. And tomorrow is Christmas Reception, and today I go hang out with Steve, so that leaves Wednesday for packing and cleaning. This is Melle. See Melle become highly efficient under pressure.

And speaking of tonight, you and you are mean. I don't deal well with kniwing I'll get a present and not knowing what. It's to do with a recent obsession, and it's not U2. Um. Oh, hang on! *smacks self* It's Harry Potter, isn't it? (Well, either that or Guns 'n Roses. <g>)

It's December! *beam* My favourite month, always has been. There's Sinterklaas on the 6th, the children's feast of the year. And then my birthday, and Christmas, and New Year's, and now there's also Molly. Squeeee. :D

Dude, what's with the sudden influx of fucked-up!U2 fic? First Disarm, now Pretty Piece Of Flesh. Not that I'm complaining, mind. I highly approve of this trend. Yes.

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Oh, and this is the coolest thing ever:

Eh?

If I was a work of art, I would be Edvard Münch's The Scream. I express the subconscious troubles and anxieties of the world. I hold my head and let loose the primal terror of my innermost fears, surrounded by a lurid landscape which reflects my feeble grasp on reality. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

Huh. I'm really more of a Dali fan myself, you know ...