Bored bored bored

[aredblush]

I've spent this past week blowing my nose and stumbling from one room to another, trying not to bang into door jambs and furniture. Stupid flu is stupid.

Took this from saba1789

The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

- What I create will be just for you.
- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
- You will receive your item before the end of the year (or sooner).
- You will have no clue what the item is going to be. It could be a story or poetry. It could be a piece of handmade jewelry or an art doll. I may draw, paint, collage or knit something. I might bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch? Oh, the catch is that you have to repost this meme and make and send out five surprises of your own.

Ready, set, make! :)
I promise to get rid of all my flu!germs before making you things! I don't want to spread it over international borders

Now, there's a Bandom Kissing Meme here. Those of you who are capable of stringing words together in a way that makes sense should go there and write something (because we all know I better stick to the flail-in-comments side of writing).

I've been so bored this week I ended up playing around with my journal: say "Hi!" to my new layout :)

Comments

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

Thank you Mily :)
The only good thing about the flu is that I have more time to read about band boys kissing... and thinking about your au ideas, damn your wonderful brain!

[milenaa.livejournal.com]

Thinking about AU ideas is a wonderful way to kill time! My boring train rides and lectures have become much more bearable when I'm daydreaming about Brendon playing guitar with only four strings in his drafty attic, pining for Mr. Ross :)

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

God... The first time Mr. Ross heard the music coming from outside, he wrenched the curtains open because he just had to know who was playing such an achingly sweet music, but as soon as the curtains were parted, the music stopped. Now, he listens from behind the curtain in his room because he doesn't want to spook whoever this misterious player is. He does this for a week, but then his curiosity wins and he has to peek. What he sees is the school's servant hunched over an old guitar, nimble fingers dancing on the frets and plucking the strings. The boy's fringe covers his eyes, but Ryan can see his mouth, curved in a sad bow.

Shit. Make me stop!D:

[milenaa.livejournal.com]

Please don't ever stop! :DDD

Ryan! Brendon! I have SO MUCH LOVE for this

♥

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

It's making me flail like some spastic starfish!

You have to make me stop! I can't keep writing bits of it! My notebook is for notes, not fiction I'm not fit to write!