Yeah, title says all.

I've spent the day working on the class blog. And phew, it was a lot of hard work!

I spent about two hours finding the perfect skin, then another hour setting the shit up (aka filtering the perfect skin), then about thirty minutes making the cbox. The worst part? Choosing the icons. Yeah, I'm obsessed with icons. So I kept changing this, and that. Then voila! The blog is done.

But then, sis said "the layout's crap." then I go into panic mode *gasps dramatically*

So I spent three hours, trying to find a background for that thing, searching it from screencaps of my pictures.

But nooo, it just had to look like shit, doesn't it? So I spent another four hours searching in LJ. Then I go on a texture downloading spree. Then another one hours uploading it to my PB account, then fuck yeah babes, it's ready to go!

But then I kept changing the backgrounds because it made the blog looked stupid. That takes one hour.

So from 12 PM to 9 PM I spent my whole day in front of this damned laptop. Good thing I got a doze of painkillers aka those angsty fics :DD

But I haven't got my sugar fix (MY OTP) so HELP!

Seriously, there needs to be more fluff written!

... Yeah. I'm a sucker for romance stories. Especially those involving rains, thunderstorms, fireworks, paintings/drawings, long city drives, nighttime, sunsets, stargazing (six feet under the stars ftw!), love/hate relationships (aka MN *snickers*), opposites attract theory, songs (Chasing Cars is an absolute love of mine), goodbyes, childish crushes and denials, games, fairytale syndrome, and etc. Seriously, I'm such a dork sometimes it's not funny.

And I just noticed I used 'seriously' two times in a row! Someone call the doctors!

No, I'm kidding! Silly you-who-are-reading-this-shit-and-obviously-not-enjoying-anything-and-probably-doesn't-understand-my-jokes-and-possibly-everything-written-here!

And... I watched Tokio Hotel's new video for 'World Behind My Wall'. Seriously, Bill Kaulitz just gotten prettier than ever. Yes, I used prettier instead of cuter or more handsome; this is because I'm infected by the Mello Syndrome aka calling guys who look like girls pretty and feel attracted to them.

If I had to choose who I'd pick as my new obsession (REAL LIFE, YOUR HIGHNESS. REAL LIFE. NOT THOSE MANGA CHARACTERS OR SIMS PEOPLE OR MATT MORDOCK), I would choose Bill. Or maybe Adam Gontier.

Did I mention I'm now infatuated with Daredevil? Y'know, the superhero from Marvel comics. The one with red costume and nicknamed 'Man Without Fear'? The one whose buddy buddy with Spiderman? The one whose name is Matt Mordock? Matt Mordock?

MATT?!

MATT?!

Matt?!

MAAAATTTT!!!!

*faints*

*your highness, are you - oh my fucking god! someone get a doctor here!*