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... but I honestly can't work out what the point of those color bars that pop up everywhere at the moment is. Maybe they're some kind of Great Web Code to which everybody but me knows the answers. Very strange.

Seriously, what are those things? What do they do? Are they just there to look pretty or something? Do different fan groups have their own banners? Do they mean something? Should I make one and see what happens, or would that be stupid? if anyone out there knows what these things are actually for please send your answers on a postcard to anybody but me. Why am I thinking so hard about this? I guess it's the lack of placement I am experiencing at the moment. I'm on a kind-of brief holiday (well, I have about a day and a half of it left) and because I've got nothing at all to do my brain power is going rapidly downhill. Ergo I have started to ponder the meaning of color bars. I wonder who invented them?

... hm, maybe it's a kind of Da Vinci Code on the Internet. Or maybe not, since The Da Vinci Code sucks and I can't believe my mother enjoyed it given that she's an English teacher. But she has been known to dabble in Dick Francis and Wilbur Smith from time to time so I shouldn't be surprised. Wilbur Smith?

Damn you, holiday reading.

Everybody but me has a life! Whoo.

I've been on a drawing kick recently. Sadly, this hasn't coincided with my magically developing any kind of, you know, actual artistic talent so for the past few nights I have been sitting round happily ruining good paper and producing nothing worth showing anybody. There's nothing there that I'd actually wish anybody else to see. So all in all it was a bit of a waste of time, really. I had fun but while I still really can't draw properly fun is about all I'll get out of it.

And random bad pictures of Ken of course,

The annoying thing about it though is that I really want to be writing. I have a lot of ideas for Chapter 21. Loads. And I've yet to make a start on it, which seems a bit stupid if you ask me. I've gotten used to writing on the bus. Look, laila, you silly cow, you do not have to be on the bus in order to write something. That would be a damn bad habit to get into, to say nothing of an expensive one. And a boring one. Only writing on London buses? Blah, forgive me if I pass on that one. London buses are horrible places to write, I only started doing it because I have to spend so long on them on a daily basis that I figured I might as well do something with that time. I didn't want it to become something I had to do in order to get anything productive done at all, you know, brain!

I hate wanting to be creative and doing nothing but vegetate. I hate being bored. I hate the fact that vacuuming my room yesterday actually felt like an achievement (well, it was. I loathe vacuuming). Maybe the problem is it's high summer? High summer really gets me down. I don't like this time of year at all, I'm afraid to say, and will be happy when it gets a bit cooler. I want it to be autumn. Now now now. Please. It's too hot and everything's slowing down and I hate it.

Why am I posting this pointless... thing? Well, why not? It's not like I actually have a life or anything better to be doing with my time.

Yeesh. I have a horrible feeling this post is starting to sound really whiny and self-indulgent. Okay, most LJ posts out there sound like that, but that doesn't mean we as users should be encouraging that sort of thing. I'm not in high school any more. In fact, what with living in England I never went to high school. I'm too old to end up in the Adolescent Angst Pit again, worrying about my weight and whether the totally fitt guy in pre-cal will like ever look at someone like me ever. Carry on in this direction and I will end up not only depressing myself but in some kind of stereotypical Emo Funk. I might even start writing horrible poetry containing words like 'blood', 'solitude', 'ravage', 'blade', and 'despair'. I mean, I suck at poetry. Even when I was a self-indulgent teenager I knew I sucked at poetry.

Hooray for being fourteen and knowing you're writing total crap. I used to hate writing poems in class because I knew my poetry was shit. Most of the rest of the class could produce something, but knowing you're producing a pageful of whiny, unadulterated crap kind of takes the edge off the endeavor. If only more fourteen year olds out there were aware of this, we might be spared bad fic and worse quasi-Gothic poetry filled with all the above words. I blame Edgar Allan Poe for making it all look easy, I really do.

Mission statement: No matter how depressed I get I will never write Goth Poetry. Ever.

Must cheer self up and get out of totally pointless pit of undeserving angst. Hm. I wonder what I should do. Well, there's food for a start, food is always good, and then there's random thoughts in the key of Ken, that'd be a good one too, but there's got to be something else I can do to get myself out of this stupor...

I know! MSTs!

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Colorbars are pride banners taken into the realm of fandom, that's all.

Aw, damn, that's a bit of a letdown. I was hoping for something rather more interesting. Like some kind of secret KGB code that would lead me deep into the Steppes to find a hidden cache of something hidden.

Oh well. Maybe the next trend...

Ok James Bond. >)

I've always thought of myself as the Modesty Blaise type, but I suppose Bond will do. Though I look awful in a tux, the cars would be fantastic. Whee, fast cars and chases and guns. Such fun.

Now all I have to do is learn to drive. Oh, and shoot straight.

And seduce the ladies ;D

Look at me make a really late comment. Go me!

I have never understood color bars. And part of me really doesn't want to. Why? When? Who first made one? And what were they thinking? That being said, I've now got it in my head to make a YoujixKen color bar. But what would I do with it? I have no idea what I'd do with a color bar. Really.

I feel the same way with this whole summer thing. I want to be productive and creative but I'm simply spending my off-time vegetating and playing games. I have so much to do! Can we have fall now please? Falling leaves and crisp air and early evenings? That'd be great. Someone wrap that up for me and deliver it sometime soon.

Lame comments are fun!

If you made a Youji x Ken color bar, I would use it. I was thinking of doing an utterly random one of Annoyed!Ken so I could caption it 'Ken is ~~Pissy~~ Love'. But why? I would have no use for it apart from staring at it all 'Ooh, a color bar, how pretty'. Though I do like Ken when he's pissy because he amuses me so much, so maybe it would be an even more visible statement of my fangirlishness? Not that I exactly need a colorbar to prove my status as a raving Kan Hidaka fangirl, all you have to do is look at my journal, my oh-so-frequent references to him, and my rather exclusive icons. Yay, Ken.

Yes, I'd like a brisk dose of autumn now too (I use US English in most situations as a desperate attempt to camoflage my origins and because the spellings make more sense to me, but one thing I won't do is trade 'Fall' for 'Autumn'. I love that word so much). Early evenings and mists and mellow fruitfulness, to nip a phrase from... damn, I've forgotten. But yeah, give me that instead of this stupid season. Nothing happens in summer! Grr! Still, at least August isn't so bad, because it gets cooler then...

... too bad we've got to get freakin' July out the way first. Damn it. Heat is the enemy of productivity. Let's wage war on it.

Yay, Ken, is right. If you made a Annoyed!Ken color bar I would use it too, but what I'd use it for is beyond me.

English spellings have never made much sense to me- and when I say 'English' I mean British English. I love the word 'autumn' as well, but I'm just used to saying 'fall.' Summer is definitely my least favorite season. Winter probably wins simply because of Christmas, but I love spring and fall equally. Oh, the prettiness of autumn. I love the way the leaves change. And the air has this certain smell to it that makes me think of pumpkins and Halloween.

Heat is, without a doubt, the enemy of productivity. I'd love to wage war on it. My summer is halfway over already, which pleases me greatly. Once I get off break it might still be hot outside, but at least I can stay indoors all day. Yay for indoors and fans.

Whee for annoyed Ken. Hence use of icon. I love him when he's pissy and I bet I could find seven decent AAWS images where he was looking annoyed. Annoyed is what Ken does when he's not doing anything else, it sometimes seems... oh, God, I do not need to make this color bar because there's just no point to it. Someone stop me, before I go beyond the point of no return!

Tell me about British spellings. I had an American teacher for a year at the tender and impressionable age of eight, and I adored her (she was only in the country for a year, too, so I was so glad to have been in her class. But she occasionally used US spellings and man they made a lot more sense. My exposure to it came early. By the way, I learned cursive script the American way, too. My joined-up handwriting slants to the side thanks to the US idea that you tilt the page to the left before you start. But yeah, I will never sacrifice 'autumn' no matter how Americanized I get.

Autumn is definitely my favorite season just because of the prettiful prettiness of everything. The air's the best thing about it, and the leaves. And the fogs and dampness which just suit it so well. It's all the best bit because I love it all so much. I like every time of year except high summer, for its own reasons, but I love the end of the year most. And the very beginning. I like spring, but I don't like it as much as autumn or winter. Mm, seasons.

Wow, you're glad summer is heading to its inevitable conclusion? That's cool. And here I am and I haven't even started my summer break yet. Geez, this damn placement is the spawn of Satan. I hate it when people talk about how nice the weather is at this time of year because I normally blurt out that I hate it, and people are shocked, and they ask me to explain why I hate it. God damn...

Go away, summer. Just go away. Ugh, I've got it all over me! Get it off! *flails*

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