You know, I think A Quick One While He's Away would make the best little one-act play EVER. It's just so... perfect! But really, I just want an excuse to play a dirty old sod who's hitting on girls whose boyfriends have been gone for nigh on a year. *nods* Yeah, I'm a girl, so what? I think it would be fun to play the part of a man once in awhile. Just to confuse people.

Black Sabbath's Iron Man would make a kickass play, too. It would cost a bit more, though, and I'm a colossal cheapskate, so that'd be right out. Unless someone in my ranks is creative enough to create the Iron Man out of cardboard boxes, duct tape, Elmer's Glue, and Sharpie markers. You know, the way Gundam cosplayers do their costumes at anime conventions.

I wonder if I would have to write Mr Townshend asking permission to use A Quick One?

I'd like to write fan-letters to the heroes I've got that are still alive. Pete, Roger, Ringo, Paul... Neil Young... Dee Snider... a couple others. Damn, most of my heroes are dead. Which is highly depressing. Dead before I ever got the chance to write 'em a fan-letter.

Life goes on~

They mentioned Tommy briefly on I Love the 70s Volume II: 1975 today. *squee* Dom DeLuise talking about what he would cook for Tommy (and pals). Keith Moon... Pies. A lame-ass joke. I could make an even lamer double-entendre joke about eating them, but I'll skip that right now.

Sex is one of the furthest things from my minds and not a big concern for me, but I swear, I've got one of the dirtiest minds you'll ever run across. XP I'm trying desperately to conquer that, but so far, I've had very little luck in doing so. I don't think sex is dirty or bad or wrong or anything. I'd just like to be able to watch television without laughing like Butthead at things I could possibly construe as dirty. Perhaps a visit to the fourth floor of the hospital is in order...

In other news, I haven't done anything interesting today. I've just sat around writing my X-men fanfic, listening to Who music, and attempting to make paper airplanes. I've always sucked at making paper airplanes; my brother was AWESOME at making all kinds of cool paper airplanes without even TRYING. Mine would fly two feet--max--and then nose-dive and spiral into the ground. Josh could whip one of those things across the room or down a hallway. Psh, and Dad says I'm the one with creative talent. XP Not really.

I've got a great imagination. Josh has one, too, but he's better at planning and executing than I am. I'm a daydreamer. While I daydream about playing a bass guitar onstage while in a long black cloak, my brother is out rolling around the country with his band really playing music and writing songs. While I daydream about the rock n' roll vagabond lifestyle, my brother is out there living it for real. I suppose it's because he has friends who support him and help him out. I don't have any at all. Except the ones I've imagined; but then, they exist nowhere but in my own head, and I often wish they would manifest themselves in reality and find me.

Which may not paint the very best picture of my health upstairs... but there you go. Loneliness can drive a person slightly mad.

I've got impossibly high standards, and I'm trying desperately to revive them so I don't wind up COMPLETELY mad. The bad kind of mad. Not the cute, funny, friendly kind of madness that some of my heroes display. I want someone who has hope for humanity and tries to help awaken hope in others; I want someone who will wander over in the middle of the night looking for a cup of sugar and wind up spending the night watching softcore cable porn; I want someone who will be honest with me; I want someone who will tag along hitchhiking with me.

I once had a good friend named Kristen who fit in those requirements, but she eventually abandoned me to go hang out with the skinny-ass popular girls in middle school. So perhaps she wasn't the best after all. And Taylor fits those requirements, but he lives 20 miles away from me and I can't drive that far. D:

Which is why I go and hang out at the gas station or at Eckerd all day sometimes. I'm waiting for somebody to come and talk to me and befriend me. Or someone I can befriend. Whichever.

Leiko needs company besides her own imagination. D:

Maybe I'll look up pen pals or something.