As you will have predicted by the title if you so chose, I shall waste a few minutes of my life entirely on random subjects. Don't ask me why. I am currently recovering from a 2-hours-of-sleep-per-night lifestyle. Therefore, my brain is not available at the moment. Please leave a message after the beep...

It's been a month since my last journal entry. I thought that upon returning from Pakistan, I would devote much more time to DA than usual. Of course, it had to be Opposite Day... The only times I've visited DA so far have been when I'm checking my messages and when Leigh forces me to. I should be ashamed of myself... Whatever happened to New Year's Resolutions?

I suppose the reason why I've been so inactive lately (which, to be honest, isn't that much different from what I usually am anyway) is because I've been very busy trying to procrastinate on all of the schoolwork that I missed while I was gone. I'm doing it again right now. I should get an award, seriously. Only I could waste time with such finesse and style...

Anyway, I've been poking myself to get to work. I have several projects running (well, *dying* would be technically correct) at the moment. First and foremost, I have two stories in the works. The Dream Story is a novelization of, surprisingly, a dream I had. It's basically my unsubtle way of bashing Gackt to the ground and below, poor thing. I've had some requests for this (apparently, some people really just like to read about a doctor and her prey), so I'm going to post it soon. The second story is my Dynasty Warriors fanfiction that Leigh poked me into writing. I'm not entirely sure where I'm going to go with this, but for now, it's about Sun Ce and Da Qiao's daughter, who is unnamed in history and resents it. If anybody actually wants to read either of these, please notify me. I don't want to waste my energy on something nobody's interested in. Especially since I'm the laziest thing since Rip Van Winkle.

Other things I have lying around are some parodies and poetry. I love making parodies of just about everything. You could give me the most inane object or idea in the world and I could give you a book on how to make fun of it. With exceptions, of course. As for poetry, well, that just pops up whenever it wants to.

I've been thinking recently on starting a series of essays about my thoughts on particular subjects. I don't quite know why, but it'll give me something to do when I don't want to do anything else. I'm calling them 'Dialogues', and they're basically mindless rants with a touch of my usual refined eloquence... They may or may not want to make readers defenestrate me. ^-^

Well, I don't think there's such a thing as wasting enough time, but my mother does, so it is time for me to take my leave. Fear not, people, there will be a day when I have the time and mental resources to write a normal journal. On that note, adieu, so long, and goodnight...