Right now, my current obsession is working with codes. They're so fun to make and also fun to break. Yeah, this is boring already. I guess I'm not really in a writing mood-considering the fact that there really isn't anything interesting to talk about.
Go here for interesting codes to break: http://www.randomhouse.com/doubleday/davinci/
Code I made up (part of it any ways cause susan still hasn't returned it to me yet) : ORFFDULUPORDLAXWILREOSOAS
Randomness: Our band is playing "Pirates of the Caribbean", "A World of Wonders", oh, crap, I forgot the rest.
The truely creative mind in any field is no more than this, a human creature born abnormally sensitive. To him a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failier is death. Add to this cruely delicate organism is the overpowering necessity to create, create, create, so that w/o the creating of music, or poetry or books or buildings, or something of meaning, hsi very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange unknown inward urgency, he is not really alive unless he is creating.
~Pearl Buck(dont ask)
I just put this here because i felt like it. I don't have any real reasons though.