Happy pancake day!

In any case, it's been, what? nearly over a month since i last wrote on this thing.So buttons.Which makes me wonder exactly why dun I ever delete thing stupid blog of thoughts when I got Twitter.

My answer? PROOF! Yes , I still keep this address abr in a foolish attempt to make sure that when I become famous , or achieve my destiny of any kind, there would be evidence of me being human and thusly more believable.One day, some 50 or so fangirls will be hanging on to my musings as I paint my nails with dark green nail polish .

(Yes, I managed to find some yesterday, screw the masses for sticking to their pretty reds and pinks. For that matter, their choice of green sometimes is rather questionable. Really? Lime green?Are you planning to direct traffic with that or trying to prove how hip you are that you can bring new fresh colours? For the record, i chose dark green this time instead of my customary black cause Jamie, aka Sessh, aka Lin Jia Yi for further references should some day he starts to rule the world as a top secret villain of some sort, said that green was a fresh colour and would help in breaking the monotony nicely. Wow, this parantheses rant is so long, I could wallpaper my iPod screen with it.)

This sudden want to record my thoughst have nothing to do with the fact that a certain curly haired brunette who used to cover disney songs on the youtube used to have a journal too. Yes, back in the year 2004 when he was but a teenager in college and I was a lowly 14 year old tripping out a post and thinking that dogs were the best idea for a blogskin, Darren Criss had a live journal account.And its a funny livejournal account. How is it possible that someone can look at a record of thoughts and say, " ahaha, I was so lame back then" and then think about how much of a better place they are in now? Look at me! It's been near 6 years , wait....7 years, I keep forgetting its 2011, and I'm still the same screwed up teenager i was back in 2004. True, I have now had more time to be able to get better and more understanding friends, I still keep in touch with a few choice good old friends, but still, making friends in the year 2011 is the same situation as making friends in the year 2004 aka extremely painful.

Anyway, gonna skip the whole emoing blog thing.

I've been obsessing over Darren Criss for the past 4 months. I believe my friends are getting rather tired of it, and I would , most probably in the year 2050, come back to this address, if the internet still exists and this blog isn't replaced by some sort of super website destined to eat our brains of some sort until we fall to our knees, praying to this false idol and feeding it time.

I would come back and show this to an impressionable young soul, and explain to him the concept of Past Internet, in comparison to the Internet God. And then maybe he'll scroll through it, complaining of its archaic looks and its non moving graphics while wondering why the words were all so tiny. Then he'll read my thoughts , wondering why was the old lady a weirdo even back in the early 21st century. Maybe then he might realise that people , no matter when or where, never change. They just learn to hide it better.

Well, hide it better than 20 year old kids who wear dark green nail polish on their hands, anyway.