spiderpig | oh choices, choices

I'm killing time here, before Criminal Minds starts in about 10 minutes (oh Spencer Reid, I haven't seen or heard from you in two weeks! Please shower me with your awkward witticisms!) and for about one hour since 1am, I've been juggling things to keep myself busy. Well, multi-tasking is probably the right word and we all know how women can multi-task. Except that I'm not painting my nails and talking on the phone and watching TV all at once, but more like playing Rune Factory (my Rune Factory 2 won't arrive until around 2 weeks later sobs), studying the "A" section of my Japanese grammar dictionary, typing this entry and observing how residue from your lips form weird impressions in ice-cold water.

Strange? Yes. Insanity? Probably not.

I finally resumed my driving lessons as of yesterday, and thankfully I'm not too rusty. As Perpie says, we all should drive half asleep and that's how I've been on the roads for the past two days. Seriously, when you go for 8:15am lessons, and you're a night owl, you're bound to be sleepy at that god forsaken hour. Holidays demand past noon wake-ups. I refuse to wake up before 12pm.

I have this really odd dream of transforming the space under my table into some-sort of massive entertainment centre. Of course, it's just going to be under the table so it's "massive" but not massive. I'm toying with the idea of building shelves under my computer desk to house my PS2 and future game systems (oh man, a huge electrical nightmare) and possibly setting up a pseudo photo-studio under my study desk so that I'll have decent amounts of space to do figure-shoots. It's all a dream - a very possible dream I might add - so I'll see what I can do. If I can complete this mamoth project by the end of this year, I'll probably never emerge from the house ever again muahahahaa.

Sitting on the bus back home today, I had a sudden attack of insecurity about what the fuck I'm going to do with my life. I'm slightly panicky at my mode of survival after I graduate from the safety net that is University. There's no way I want to mooch off my parents, and there's no way I'm going to be an ESL teacher my whole life (if the whole JET plan works out). It's a whole lot of "nopes" at the moment and very few yeses. But ah what the heck. I'll enjoy my last year of irresponsibility as a teenager and then start to worry well at least, when school starts.

>__> SPENCER REID. TWO AM. HERE I COME!