Because there is NOTHING to do except maths and physics homework.
But you don't have to know about my love affair with maths. Really you don't.
It's like tragic. Like watching a K-drama, where EVERYBODY dies.

So I decided to re-read stuff.

Like The Code Book, which I had to go hunt down in the library because my brother loaned out his copy. I found it in the Business section, though I don't know why the hell a book on cryptography & cryptoanalysis which includes examples from computing and WWI would be related to BUSINESS. Smart move, Dewy.

I also renewed my copy of 50 Genetic Ideas you really need to know (which did a lot of quoting on genetic texts I read in primary school, including Bryan Sykes and Richard Dawkins and Matt Ridley, all of whom I worship like whoa.), got myself a copy of Fast Food Nation cause I couldn't be bothered watching the documentary, and also the most epic The Complete Idiot's Guide to Vampires which has the corniest jokes ever and an entire chapter dedicated to Anne Rice (whose vampires are mentioned to be "not very interested" in sex, though I AHEM beg to differ -coughthevampirearmandcough-).

But more importantly, I'm re-reading comics. Webcomics.

Like Hero, by Hwei.

It's the most awesomest comic I've ever read, and though it updates really slowly, it's always worth the wait in the end. Come on, it's even COLOURED. The artist is well-known around the DevArt community too. Though course it isn't as professional looking as Kuroshitsuji or as dark and gritty as Kaori Yuki's stuff (I read Kaine AT LAST and it was totally worth enduring the slowness of Mangafox for it.) but it has a very nice touch that neither of them have. It's thoughtful and insightful. Very interesting too, and I ADORE the motorcycle (DUCK!) that this character Valentine drives around.

Not enough people read it, sadly.

I wonder when Hetalia will update. I'm contemplating picking up Japanese again -- well, just enough Japanese to understand military jargon -- just to read it on the original website. Then at least I don't need to rely on translations.

I feel like re-reading Di(e)ce, but it's a bit too short to be enjoyable for re-reading. Maybe when it's fifteen chapters, I'll contemplate. The art really is very very nice. The plot is only just beginning, but it's nice so far. But still, once again, too bloody short.

You know, this morning I woke up dreaming about playing The Sims.

I kind of miss the game, even if I usually tire of it within a day or so of playing it. The lack of platonic relationships, squabbly easily-jealous people, uninteresting happenings, skeleton maids, cheats and hacked objects... it all kind of gets to you after a while and you just get BLAAAAAHHHHBOREDDD of it. But I like the house building function, cause even though I'd make a bloody terrible architect I quite like designing and building (potentially dangerous and technically inhospitable) houses.

I really don't want to wait till eighteen till I'm allowed to wear heels. Mum refuses anything above two inches, and her idea of an inch is not the usual 2.5 cm, but about 1.7 cm. WTF. What is technically a four-inch heel and walkable shoes are like about six inches and sky-high in her view. And she even asked me if I would actually wear them out. Of course, mum, heels are shoes and if I love them enough I'd wear them on every conceivable occasion. Look at my favourite Converses, I wear them all the time even though they make my toes hurt because they chafe, and my feet ache later because the base isn't as soft or supportive as I'd like it. Remember those inch-half slippers I used to have? With even height throughout? Remember how I wore those all the time and even RAN in them? I can do the same with heels! I can even jump in them. Ask Jia En, I used to spite her by jumping around in them because she couldn't.

Eighteen is way too far away.


Sherlock Holmes plstyvm.
18th Century England + Grit + Glamour = LOVE

I always did like that era's costume. Crinolines and corsets, waistcoats and tailcoats, top hats and walking canes are absolutely my idea of vintage. Who cares about the 80s when you have the 1800s? Elementary, Dr Watson ;)