If Your Memory Serves You Well

Bond had never been sure which view he like more; the one from the night time, or the one from the morning after. The nights lent themselves to shadows slanting across stretches of smooth skin, hands tangling in sheets and half admitted names taken on broken breaths. The nights are sin, and glamour, and that singular beauty that connects every human being on this filthy, dirty planet.

No, Bond prefers the view from the morning after. When everything becomes clean again, and the make up and masks are washed away. When lies stay in dreams, and reality comes with waking up. Bond suspects that people are not unlike an etch-a-sketch. The lines build up over the day, and sleep shakes them free. Some people, of course, are more memorable than others. The ones that stand out are those who shed the lies like a old coat, too big, too hot.

My Life Would Be So Much Easier If I Just Didn't Have Lungs

I'm ill, and it sucks. I hate being ill, because I do little enough at the best of times, but when I'm ill, my productivity drops below freezing. Actually, I just came up with a good system: from now on I shall measure productivity in temperature.

Anyway, I am ill, and I have so voice, which sucks balls, because this week alone I should have three drama lessons, one singing lesson, one elocution lesson, and one goddamn drama exam, which I now probably won't be able to do, if I can't talk by Saturday. Ew.
Plus, I missed media yesterday, which is always a downer, because my media teachers are incredible (especially MH, becuase unlike most teachers, he actually seems human, and isn't afraid to bully me, and accept to be bullied back).

Speaking of teachers, we had a fire drill the other week, while HB and I were doing some work, so we trudged outside, and I shoved my hat on, because it was freezing. As soon as it was over, we decided to go get a cup of tea before going back to work. I figured that since we'd only be inside for about five minutes, I'd leave my hat on, no one would care. Wrong, one of the teachers told me to take it off, and told me to not wear it again (it's against uniform rules). I said yes Sir, sorry Sir, because I'm a good student (honest). Then I saluted him. Because I'm a dick. Now he's out for my blood. 
We told MH about it later, and he made me fall off my chair, because I was laughing too hard at him skipping around the room singing about capitalism. I love school. 


Things I love while I'm stuck feeling sorry for myself:

Salvador Dali Eating A Bowl Of Surreal 
This Bat Skeleton Tattoo
Map Of The Roots Of State Names, Translated Into English
Knickerocker

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Avengers (It's An Addiction)

So when The Avengers came out a few months ago, I somehow managed to go see it four times, with parent A, parent B, and two different sets of friends. I would very happily go see it again, and I'm pining for the DVD to be released.
(Also, I've seen Spider-Man twice, and again, would happily see it a third.)
So, I've never really done the whole 'merch' thing, buying t-shirts and so forth.
Until now.
In the last week, I've bought a Black Widow t-shirt, Avengers Lego, a comic, Spider-Man candy sticks (Actually Mum got me those), a Spider-Man DVD (an old one), a Captain America comic book and a Marvel Heros coloring book. I nearly bought an Avengers stick book and character guide, but funds were running low. I also nearly bought Marvel Top Trumps, but that shop had closed. Sad.
I've finally decided that there's no point in fighting it any more; I am doomed to the life of a comic book nerd.  I've already got a few of the older comics, and to be honest, if any of the books every come my way again, I probably won't hesitate.
I don't think it's a bad thing, for all obsessions. There's enough of it produced to keep me stimulated, and while my mum thinks I'm ridiculous, she's happy if I'm happy.
I don't think obsessions are bad at all, as long as you remember to keep a balance between fantasy and reality (in other words; go outside every now and then).
NB; if you're protesting at this saying "But I'm dedicated, it's not an obsession, then honey, it's probably an obsession, stop deluding yourself.
One of the best thing about my Marvel obsession, is how it, honest to god, inspires me. Black Widow encourages me to get fit, and try martial arts, while Hawkeye is mentally shoving a bow and arrow in my hand, Spider-Man has pretty much given me back my love of science.
So sod you and your fangirly judgement, I have a Hulk.
Az xx