Teenyboppers!

Last night I made my departure from the VS6. Should have done it a long time ago.
Anyway - teenyboppers! The computer room is always full of them, but today I've realised I loathe the little vermin - horrible accents, worshippers of their trackie-clad idols - telling me to stop playing my goth music!
Got let out of history early, so I'm nearly finished here. I would go, but I want to wait until the CD reaches Jack off Jil's Angels fuck, devils kiss, just to piss off the children.
To make things worse, I have just found out that part of the pop concert is going to involve the S Club Juniors and Automatic High. That song is not about drugs, as it should be; it is about love. Because eleven year old quasi-pop "stars" know all about that.
I am going.
Oh, crap. Need to do Stargate slash beta for Kim.
I have just found out that the Enterprise season two premiere aira in America in two weeks. Life is unfair.
I really am going now.

Lament

Pedar is unbelievable at times. He blatantly stole my modem, unplugged it and left the wires trailing over my bedroom floor, and now refuses to give it back! So, in revenge, I have stolen his entire computer, modem and all, and am contemplating uninstalling the internet explorer on this computer. If you can't beat 'em, cripple 'em.
The writing is going quite well at present. I've even caught up with most of the homewoek I'd left undone since Thursday, so I think I can indulge in an hour's writing. The problem is whether or not I have anything in my head to write about.

( Lament of a demented fangirlie )