Hey there bloggers, Sparadin here. I'm currently sat in my living room with the fire on, and cindy lying on my lap. I can smell... nothing in particular, and I'm listening to the strange sounds of the television. The gay, black, reflective, moving, box. I hate television, besides the few exceptions, such as One Tree Hill and Hollyoaks. Oh and Scrubs, and... smallville, and veronica mars, and friends. Okay E4 in general, but seriously, that's it. It sucks. We all stare gormless at a stupid screen that has moving images on it. It's predictable, and boring.
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But then again, I love films. Films, films, films. (L) I love films, alot. My favourite being, a walk to remember. Epic film, absoultely epic. I don't know, I just don't class tv and movies in the same genre. Maybe that's being slightly biased, but meh, who gives a monkeys uncle. Exactly. No one.
Well, the scottish guy's currently out finding Big Foot apparently, J's sat in talking, so the little box keeps flashing at the bottom of my screen, and I'm shattered. So, I may go to bed soon and read a bit more. My sister has now moved out, so I'm using her room as a writing and art room, which is fun.
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Right, Ima love you and leave you, because I'm babbling like a baboon, not that baboons babble...
Ciao for now,
Sparadin xo
