Roxanne.

Simple layout is easy layout.

His eyes upon your face.

I was watching Eden of the East today, I came to this conclusion after watching Taki-blahblah go through his trials as number IX of the Sel-o-something. I decided that when I grow up, I'm going to save the world.

His hand upon your hand.

Now how to even accomplish that goal, I don't know. It's not like it's possible to save everyone. Just like how it's not possible to be friends with everyone. I, however, try to be a living piece of proof that says no, it is possible to be friends with everyone.

His lips caress your skin.

So, yes. I've made a blatant point to be friends with everyone that my friends hate. Why? Because. If my friend, let's call him Akira, since I'm watching Eden of the East, hates this other kid named Osugo, though it's really the other way around in the show, I'm not going to hate Osugo because Akira does. Because that is just retarded. In those kinds of situations, I will undoubtedly go extremely out of my way to befriend Osugo. Then I can judge his character for myself. And in most situations, Osugo will turn out to be a really nice guy.

It's more than I can stand.

I also watched Batman: Under the Red Hood today. WHEN JASON DIED, I WAS SO SAD. JASON. NOOOOOO. But then he turns all psychotic zombie and comes back. Not really.

Why does my heart cry?

I also watched a Justice League movie today. I don't remember what it was called, but it had something to do with the whole infinite parallel worlds theory. I was kind of sad when the.. ..I don't remember his name, so let's call him the Anti-Flash, died. I loved his accent so much. That was pretty messed up of Batman to do that. And the Anti-Batman... ...Because of his mask, and the fact that the eyes were just white circles and don't move unlike Batman's, just made him look surprised all the time. And ugly. And the Anti-Wonder Woman was a bitch.

Feelings I can't fight.

Why am I up at three in the morning again.

You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me.

I love Moulin Rouge. 

And please, believe me when I say I love you.

In case you're wondering, the italicized words are from the song El Tango de Roxanne from the musical Moulin Rouge!. I love Christian's part so much. The Duke is a creepy bastard. Satine truly isn't all that pretty. And out of everyone, her voice is probably the weakest. I'm going to shut up and go to bed now.

Uh. BYE.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5s7pf4CA46g&feature=related

For your own sake, don't watch that video.

;a; I had succeeded in making a banner for this retarded blog the other day. Only to find out that:

A) It doesn't fit.

R) I don't like it.

ICU) I realized that I hate the name of this blog and now want to name it something else more awesome.

So, in lighter news,

DO YOU SEE THESE NEW KITTY CAT ITEMS?

At first, I thought it meant that you could buy clothes for your cat, and I really wanted to put a pom-pom on it's head like a moogle.... ...but of course this isn't the case.

Let's go check out prices,shall we?  [Because I'm too lazy and heartbroken to check out France.]

WHAT A FRIGGIN SURPRISE.

Yeah, it's nice and all, but there are some of us that wish that Pico DIDN'T TRY TO RIP US OFF ALL THE DAMN TIME. [And don't even get me started on Premium Gachas.]

Well, I guess seeing as how I'm so rich all the time when it comes to Ameba Gold, I guess there's nothing to worry about. But it wouldn't  hurt to make a little money on the side.

Let's all smile and pretend that I'm "cross-dressing" for money on a street corner in downtown New York.

You could grin and bear the hard way, of earning the gold by doing surveys and such like educated people, but some of us don't seem to have the attention span for it.

HOPE'S SUGGESTION:

Though this tactic rarely earns you enough money to do anything and is limited, I always do the ones that say like,

GIVE US YOUR E-MAIL SO WE CAN SPAM YOU WITH THINGS.

AND AGREE TO THESE TERMS SO WE CAN ALLOW OUR AFFILIATES TO SPAM YOU ALSO.

Simple. Make a new e-mail. Though like I said, there are only so many that do this, so it doesn't always work.

THEN AGAIN, HOW OFTEN DO SURVEYS WORK FOR YOU?

After a long day of hard work, we watch as the tired Hope stumbles into his home of disarray blocks and cold tile floors.

He eats his pan of mashed potatoes, curls up with his cat Yuuta, and returns to his cushion on the floor.

 

Before you ask, No, I didn't get any gold whatsoever.

And to a certain someone, and you know who you are,

YES DAMNIT. I AM LINK. OR MARTH,. EITHER ONE.

Hope's Word of the Day: CARROTS.