WHAT I’VE DONE:
MY ULTIMATE GOAL
Yes, you lucky bastards, you can now visit my MySpace by clicking the link in the Blogroll. I find MySpace incredibly annoying. Partly because you have to say “my MySpace” in order for people to understand what it is, otherwise, hell, they may think it’s just a link to the main MySpace page. This comic, one of many great comics from xkcd, just about sums it up:

Indeed, I’ve put Hikki’s Easy Breezy as my song. I’ve also set it to start as soon as you load the page. Just to annoy any potential visitors.
Another thing I hate about MySpace are the stupid generic display photos people use. By holding the camera above your head, not only do you look thinner and cuter, but it also gives a good view of your bosom (note: not applicable to some boys). I have bucked this tradition (although, truth be told, I am not a girl) by putting the picture of me holding a magnifying glass with a vest over my head as my main pic. Also, my background is Hello Kitty, and very pink. The information you can gather from visiting my page is that I like Hikki, Final Fantasy VII Advent Children and I’m a Virgo. My only friend is Rebecca, who commented on my page, asking me how I was. Naturally, I replied to her, on my page. But apparantly this isn’t the MySpace way. I have to go to her space and leave my reply there, away from the original question. Surely that must get confusing. Another thing about MySpace is…what is it actually for? I can put my pictures there…just as I can put them on Flickr. I can have a blog there…just as I can have a far superior blog here. I can meet new people. Only I can’t. Can I put videos up there? Really? Oh…well, I guess I’ll never have to visit YouTube again! (majuh sarcasm) Essentially, I hate MySpace because it’s popular. I hate anything popular. That’s why I have a PS3.
It took me an hour to make my MySpace the way it is now. An hour of my life, wasted. I could send friend invitations to people (or…whatever it is you’re supposed to do on MySpace), but I really can’t be bothered. I guess I’ll leave it up, checking it every now and then…see if anybody in my “extended network” dies…
In other non-MySpace related news, Heart Station (Hikki’s new song, remember?) has leaked onto the net 4 days before going on the radio. I can’t tell you where you can get your hands on it, naturally. Of course, I couldn’t tell you what it was like. But if I were to hazard a guess, I’d say it was a steady ambient song, not mentioning the words ‘Heart Station’ until the final climax. I’d also say it fades out, instead of having a definite ending.
I got 30% in first Phyiscs test. I think it’s a U. I got 51% in Biology. That’s a D. Also, the History external source was from 2006. I mentioned how the person writing it may have been influneced by Wales’ Grand Slam Six Nations win in the beginning of that year. I today found out the Grand Slam was in 2005, not 2006.
Other Stuff
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Hmm…a 150 tonne plane, with no wheels, on a runway…that’ll be a laugh moving that. Pfft, in Japan they got all the passengers out, then the plane exploded. Efficiency FTW.
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Torchwood last night featured the best gay kissing/glass fighting scene in television history.
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Why is The Daily Show now A Daily Show? What’s that got to do with The Writer’s Strike?
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Flavor Of Life (Ballad Version) and Boku wa Kuma have more or less been confirmed for Hikki’s as-yet-unnamed album.
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Apparantly, I’ve been spelling apparently wrong all my life. Apparently.
Here’s a comic. It’s sweet.

The song of the day is sweet too. Oh I think I’m living a dream come true, one more kiss and I will fall through…
Song Of The Day: Rie fu - Until I Say