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This is my bedroom floor as of 2.00am yesterday morning:

( The floor exploded. )

As you can see, I read a lot of comics, and can I just say, Captain Britain #1 was awful. I've only read good reviews, but I thought the supposedly the British voices were incredibly uneven, and best of all: Captain Midlands. CAPTAIN MIDLANDS. I just... It's loltastic and not in a particularly good way. The Spirit is still sucking. It's nothing without Cooke, just a string of lame, see-it-coming-a-mile-off jokes with the occasional good bit thrown in if we're lucky. :( And it used to be my favourite comic.

Marvel 1985, however, ♥

Also? It is totally Mohinder month in my room now. :D

ACCOMMODATION IS GETTING BOOKED. OMG.

We're probably going to be staying in a B&B, since the father unit has worn me down and he did make the good point that the owner of a B&B can tell us a lot about what it's like to live in Vancouver (and Toronto, but I'm all about the Vancouver). Goddamnit, I hate it when he makes good points. *sulks*

I have written something! Something that will be posted as soon as I can think of a damn title (worst part of fic, trufax). It feels good to write something, I thought my rekindled Sims 2 habit had dried up my drive to do pretty much anything.

Heroes S3 may be Sylarlicious, according to Quinto. :D Thank God S2 has finished airing here, now I can talk about the whole season to the normals without outing my nefarious ways.

ALSO, I KEEP MEANING TO DO THIS, AND KEEP FORGETTING: Everyone who's ever had a birthday, or will ever have a birthday: HAPPY BIRTHDAY. My mind can be most closely related to rusted leaky bucket, and I feel bad that I never post birthday wishes. Sorry. D: