Before I revert to my regulr self, merrily tossing dorky chit-chat out into the small crowd of my awesome watchers like so many shit-caked diamonds, let me say this:
All of you who commented on yesterday's Journal: Thank you. You really helped. To a degree that I cannot put into words. Because I am german and was not built for feelings and stuff...
No, seriously: Thank you. So much.
NOW, the IMPORTANT BIT:
So. Hunger Games. I finally picke dup teh first book yesterday night.
I am now 342 pages in. Katniss has just left for the feast. Peeta is quietly hangin' in the cave. Narcotics are always a goof way to deal with your problems. And Rue made me cry. As did the bread from District 11.
At this point, I do not want any spoilers. I'm serious. Mark-reads-Harry-Potter serious, in fact.
But, I am calling my ship and I'll see whether I'll hang or holler by that call by the end of the trilogy.
Obviously. I mean, any of you who know me: did you expect otherwise? Oooooof COURSE you didn't.
There are more important issues to discuss once I'm done with the lot. Oh, and trust me. Dicuss, I shall. Possibly even draw.
But for now: Hang in there, Peeta. You marvelous little Pillsbury Man, you.
Listening to: Vampire Weekend
Reading: Hunger Games
Watching: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt1
Playing: "find the life"....
Drinking: Starbux Starbux and then some Starbux