So long, farewell

It's something I've been thinking about.

To move my blog from nomadlife.org (even though I love the cool address) since I'm not really a member of the community anymore. Moreover the people who inspired me to join have left, so why stay.

To make my blog private. I've written some personal stuff here and on occasion taken it off. I'd like to be able to write and leave it there knowing that trusted people read it. You see, my only hope now is an arranged marriage and if someone finds my blog it will definitely create a problem.

So adios amigos, perhaps we'll meet again in my private lounge.

Take care.

I could go on, but then there is no point, is there?

Ugh

My writing feels like crap. The flow is gone. I no longer want to write in my over-critical bitchy tone. So that plus the brain freeze I have been experiencing makes it hard. So be patient (not that anybody reads this blog). I think just putting these words down will thaw it out a bit.

Prison Break Mania

Determined to watch the DVDs I rented, I forced myself to plug in Prison Break season 2. 8 episodes later, I had to force myself to turn it off and go to bed. So much for my "I don't think TV series are meant to be watched back to back" attitude.

I don't normally enjoy TV shows at a stretch, but this one is awesome. I think season 2 is far better than season 1. The editing is fantastic and the turn of events keeps you gripped. My brother walked in around episode 5 and I had to sit on the DVDs so that he wouldn't watch the rest without me.

The one character that really gives me the creeps is T-Bag (Robert Knapper). I suppose I should applaud his role and acting 'cause it's so creepy that I fast forward every one of his sex-addict scenes. In season 1, he gave me some nightmares.

I've got 5 more discs to go in Season 2 and only 3 days before I return them to the store. 

 

7 things you should know

1. i can't seem to be able to choose books to read. i've become too dependent on recommendations. i find myself staring at the shelves in the book store not knowing what to read.
2. i cannot remember facts and figures. even if i read over them, they just zip in and out of my head in a matter of seconds. the muggpot part of my brain never really developed.
3. i muse about "life" a lot. i often stop myself from writing about it (who wants to read this slushy-mushy stuff), but now i think i'll just go ahead.
4. i recently watched the first season of prison break and was addicted to it. i just rented season two. however, i am not good at watching movies or tv by myself. typically i hold on to the dvd for 2 weeks and return it without even watching it.
5. i don't deal well with authority.
6. when i get sad, i can't listen to any music. it just overwhelms me. the irony is that everyone's advice is "listen to your favourite songs".
7. i loooove massages. you can buy me one any time.

more later.....