I didn't like Keith's singing at first, but it's starting to grow on me. X3 Kind of like listening to Yoko Ono (shut up, I like her). Then again, I might have come preconditioned to be okay with Yoko's singing--there are some other Japanese popstars that sound a bit like her, and I love listening to anime theme songs, which sometimes have singers like Yoko on vocals.

I hadn't heard anybody singing like Keef, though, so I wasn't used to it. But now I'm really starting to like it. Maybe I'm weird.

More Random Notes:

--The scroll-wheel on my mouse isn't working. wtf. I'm used to using the scroll-wheel! *flails* It feels WEIRD not using it!

--I think I've actually managed to scribble down a story where there's nothing supernatural involved at all and very little ANGST DEATH SERIOUSNESS in it. GASP. I'm deviating from my routine and writing a cute, fluffy little story about two hitchhiking friends that wander around pondering Deep Issues and their own relationship. It's probably intensely boring to all outsiders, but it's kind of like a mapping of my own brain--which is a very surrealistic, strange place, like Pepperland--with a normal setting and people. If that makes sense.

--I took a "What Pink Floyd Song are You?" quiz earlier and came up with Comfortably Numb. Hmm. I'm feeling kinda brain-numbingly bored, but it's not at all comfortable. I think I'm more "Time" or "See Emily Play" than anything else (by the way, Emily is my real name, but I despise it with the hatred of a million burning suns).

--I also took a "Which Member of Pink Floyd Are You?" quiz and came up with Syd Barrett. I hope this isn't presaging anything in my immediate future.

--I'm so tired and bored, but I don't quite want to go to sleep. It's strange. I love sleeping. Sleep is about the only place where I can have adventures at the moment, and the only place where I've got real friends that I'm not paranoid about scaring off. But I just don't feel like lying down and sleeping yet for some reason.

--Dad swears up and down that these two posters I bought at Myrtle Beach are authentic concert posters. Mind you, one is for a Beatles show from 1963/4. The other is for a Doors concert (July 5, 1968). If they were authentic, they wouldn't've cost $9 each. No, I don't care HOW foreign "Linus" and "Erik" are. (That's what I call the guys at Musical and Comedy Corner. I like them. I've got no idea what their real names are and haven't asked yet, so until I get around to it, I call them Linus and Erik.) They probably know that if those were authentic posters from the 1960s, they would be worth--at least--hundreds of dollars. Get real nyan! And besides which, they'd be a lot more worn and yellowed with time.

--I wonder if there's a way to sew together my plain old backpack and my hydration backpack?