To be honest, I've got no will to post XD But I've got no will to do anything else, so I think I'll post, so at least I'll make the other meme eide_oconrad gave me, I'll fangirl on my boys, I'll laugh about our derisory fate and I'll whine a little more about Bill and TH-fandom. Not in order.
So, let's start!

( Inter fangirling )

( Tokio Hotel whining )

( RL & Numb3rs )

( Meme with LOTS of Mario )

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I'm slowly recovering è.é But I'm still incredibly dizzy and tired and all, so I pass all my life slowly moving from one side to another side of my couch, drowning in my pillows. Gh.
Tonight's the 15th ;_; I don't know how others in the world celebrate this, but here in Palermo we pass the night on the beach, we have a bath, we sleep on the seaside and then stay there until morning, we have lunch there and blablabla. ç_ç Two good friends of mine called me today, asking me if I'd like to join, but when they heard my voice they started laughing and told me "Did you catch a cold? *nods*". Fuck my life. T_T

By the way, all the men I fangirl for hate me. I won't waste more space to show Bill in his so-called splendor, even if yesterday we finally had a photo in which he looks gorgeous.
No, okay, I can actually waste some space for that Bill.

So what's the matter?, you'd ask me, he's beautiful again! Yes, but the latest news is that (you can't see it in here because the photo's too little, but just look at the HQ one and you'll understand better) it seems like there's a new knick-knack around the boy's nipple, now.
It's not that I don't like the piercing idea itself. Given the fact that it's still just gossip, I just don't know. I usually felt something very tender toward Bill, but the management's getting him on my nerves recently. People change and is obviously necessary to let the world talk about him when an album's just ready to come out, and since we're talking about Tokio Hotel that's all the more reason. But I feel like the whole changing thing's gone a little bit too far, this round. As I said yesterday to meggie87, it seems to me that Bill became like a Barbie with full add-ons. Maybe the next version will be the male-pregnant one. I know Tokio Hotel's always been a matter of image. Their music never was the point and still it's not, but there's a correct way to manage a restyling, and then there's an uncorrect way. This time it's been horribly managed, that's all. At least IMO.
By the way, if he starts to go out like that *points at the photo* I'm ok with it XD

Other than that, nothing to talk about in Germany. My beloved rappers are in hibernation again until the next important even, which I suppose to be CCN2 publishing, than Bu's movie and the soundtrack.
Muse are still making a fool out of themselves and the one and only human being who really loves me is Mou, who's going to take with him on the pitch what I firmly believe to be an illegal number of minors. Illegal at least like what he's doing with those same minors in the locker room. Uh, I didn't say anything. *pets Mou*
What surprises me more is that on the 12th of this very month, which means two days ago, I babbled about being in Love with Lorenzo Crisetig, sixteen years old and playing for the Primavera this year, who I find really beautiful. By the way, as I was plotting something involving this kis and Santonelli I found out Mou called Lorenzo for tonight's game, so I'll see him on the bench *_* See why I say he loves me? He clearly does!
And, to repay him, I'll write an AU in which world ends and he's an Auror. Uh? I didn't say anything. *runs away*

PS. Ah *____* New U2's single out *.* I'll Go Crazy If I Don't Go Crazy Tonight <3 One of my favorite track on the album and the video's so sweeeeeet! Here we go <3

Hey you all! You probably noticed my recent absence (you didn't? e_e You bastards!). It was because of a long list of things, but primarily because of my immune defence system, who wanted to remind me he was composed by little round pink Matthews which are physically incapable to oppose viruses, when they arrive. Also because viruses are little round pink Brians. So I understand and forgive my immune system - also because, after ten years of this life, I just can't get angry anymore when I catch every single cold/flu/whatevs goes around in the world, in winter or in summer XD You get used to it.
I tend to get more angry for insomnia T_T And I can totally see you laugh and tell me I shouldn't, since it's ten years for it, too, but the real problem is that I have periods in which I finally fall asleep around three or four AM, and then I go through these long periods in which I can't manage to close my eyes even for my life. Like yesterday and today, and in fact I'm devastated.

Given that, there are things going on - apart from the fact that I'm writing a lot, but that doesn't amaze no one anymore:
- mom got her salary after, like, two months *-* So we can stop scrape the bottom of the fridge and go to the supermarket, tomorrow, yay XD
- I'm praying to all my saints for the new Tokio Hotel album to be more than good, wonderful. The most mind-blowing and fabulous pop-rock album ever produced since man started his journey on this earth. Because only a really beautiful thing could let me forget the physical pain I go through when I see Bill in his last cyberpunk-whore!evolution. I know, meggie87, I know, melting_lullaby, you love him even like this and I'm sorry to say that I just can't look at him anymore. My problem with Bill and with who's taking care of his look (so I'm talking with you, Jost, as usual) is: I generally don't mind indecency and outragious looks, but there are limits you can't just surpass. And not because it's not correct, but because you start to get ridiculous o_ò
I mean, that's what Bill looked like less than a week ago:

and that's what he looks like now:


I doubt someone would have difficulties deciding with one of the two versions he/she would go to bed with, if asked. And that's all I want to say about this.
(I mean, it's so irritating that the fact Bill disturbes me reflects on how I look at Tom, Georg and Gustav. The Gs haven't change a bit and Tom, with his new hairdo, seems littler and cuter than what he seemed with his dreadlocks - okay, I bet that "littler and cuter" wasn't the target, but still XD - it's irritating that I'm not able to look at them anymore only because I associate them with this mental picture of this Bill and I feel the urge to beat him lifeless. Bah.)
- I'm making a mood themes set for LJ *_* Using photos of all my beloved ones. But I realized I have to give an order to the g-rap folder and to the Inter one, dividing them in pg-folders. With TH, Muse and Placebo was easier to work, since their folders are already organized XD
- talking about Muse: given the fact that I loved to death the two songs I could listen to, from the new album, and given that I'll make a post with a complete review when The Resistance comes out - and given the fact you'll hear me squee in joy the very moment I'll see the new video, too - yesterday my babies showed the world the covers of the first single, Uprising. I have to show them to you, 'cause they're gorgeous:

I mean, teddy bears!!! *O* *dies* Matt, I love you to death. Everytime I think I cannot love him more than I already do, he surprises me and he makes me love him more again <3
I'm sorry I've got no HQ of them ;O; When they come out will be a glorious day - the day I'll change my wallpaper putting away Zlatan, too, I imagine. But I have a bigger version on the plushies *_* Here <3

And that's all, for now. My nose's dripping again and this is starting to get on my nerves, so I'm going to go back to my doing nothing at all - or writing Figaldo PWP to avenge against the one the world likes to point out as my husband and who's also somewhat having an affair with me, without a reason, since a couple of months. What a difficult life.

Seriously, how can I wash myself, have breakfast, get dressed, start writing or maybe clean up the house or just GTFO of here to go to Terrasini and visit my cousin and her lovely baby, or put my new dresses in my closet or just live a normal life or something similar after this?

E' magro in maniera indegna. Ed è ormai una donna al 99,9%. Ma. Dio mio. Bill, sei una delle cose più belle che esistano nell'universo creato, sappilo. Riporti i livelli di bellezza in equilibrio nonostante l'eccesso spropositato di cessi che abita questo nostro stanco mondo. Qualcuno dovrebbe - non so. Santificarti. *ama* Bushido, fallo tuo. Non aspetta altro. *ondeggia*

{Se vi state chiedendo se abbia incontrato Mario nel corso del mio pellegrinaggio balneare mattutino, la risposta è no ._. Lo stronzetto non s'è fatto vedere ed io mi auguro, per la sua incolumità, che non si sia messo a passeggiare sul lungomare proprio mentre io andavo nella piazza del paese a prendermi un gelato. Al momento, a Mondello c'è mio fratello. Speriamo lui sia più fortunato di me ç_ç Voglio solo un autografo, in fondo ç_ç}

Io non capisco come sia possibile che, fangirlisticamente parlando, io m'innamori solo di zoccole interplanetarie XD Cioè, c'è veramente da ridere se si guarda ai miei fandom, oggi: la Zoccola Major, altresì nota come Zlatan Ibrahimović, sembra fermamente intenzionato a migrare in Spagna, tanto che il Presidente pare sia già andato a Barcellona per prendere accordi con chi di dovere. Io sto rapidamente raggiungendo il punto di saturazione che ultimamente mi ritrovo spesso a raggiungere in cui a un certo punto mi viene da pensare "Sì, ok, d'accordo, hai rotto le balle: fallo e fallo in fretta". Non sono ancora a quel punto - nel senso che ancora, se penso alla Zoccola che prende e va via da Milano, mi salgono le lacrimucce agli occhi e comincio a piagnucolare in maniera vergognosa & indecente - ma sento che presto ci arriverò, ed allora fanculizzerò della gente XD
Da ciò comunque deduco una sola cosa, e molto importante: la Zoccola Superior, altresì nota come José Mourinho, quando parla lo fa per dare aria alla bocca e nient'altro. Mister, mi pare ci fosse un accordo, fra noi. Tu restavi ed obbligavi in modi poco etici a restare anche Zlammore. Rimetti in moto l'uccello e datti da fare, pliz.


Ma spostiamoci oltralpe e lanciamo uno sguardo alla Zoccola Uke e alla Zoccola Seme di Germania, all'anagrafe Patrick Losensky ed Anis Mohamed Youssef Ferchichi e conosciuti ai più come Fler e Bushido o Flizzy e Bu o Frank White e Sonny Black o comunque vogliate chiamare questi esseri umani che si addobbano di nomi per sport. I nostri eroi stanno approfittando dell'assenza della Zoccola Nana Chakuza (in giro a lavorare, tanto per cambiare) per ribaltare la Germania e mandarla ai pazzi. Secondo me lo fanno apposta.
Prima lasciano trapelare la notizia secondo la quale Fler sarebbe sotto contratto all'Ersguterjunge. Osservano fangirl e fanboy felicitarsi per l'amore che trionfa e tutto il resto e poi rettificano: no, Fler non è sotto contratto all'EGJ, solo tutto il suo materiale verrà prodotto dall'Ersguterjunge Edition in concomitanza con la Universal. Che è un po' come dire che Bushido possiede il suo corpo ma non la sua anima. Dovrei scriverci su una fanfiction *mumble*
Insomma, non contenti di averci già abbondantemente fatto impazzire col prendi e riprendi, annunciano che il nove settembre uscirà il Carlo Cokxxx Nutten 2 - Reloaded. Che io amo tantissimo per concetto, perché dimenticare di aver già prodotto un CCN2 per farne un altro con la stessa persona con la quale si era realizzato il primo è una cosa di una romanticheria unica, ma mi dispiace pure per Saad, poverino XD Voglio dire, Flizzy rientrando nei ranghi ha distrutto delle vite, secondo me XD
Ma il mio Bimbo non poteva certo fermarsi per così poco: è infatti notizia di oggi che il signorino ha dato ulteriormente aria alla bocca sul Bravo Hip Hop di questa settimana, e per dire cosa? Intanto (congiuntamente con B-Tight) per spalare merda sull'Aggro Berlin (cosa che non stupisce nessuno di noi; qual è il modo migliore per elaborare un lutto? Spalare merda sul morto XD), e secondariamen te per - udite udite! - rivelarci che - reggetevi forte, eh! - in realtà - attenti! - sono stati i capi dell'Aggro Berlin a forzarlo per anni ad andare contro Bushido. Unitevi a me in una risata che sia così forte da far sentire a questi esseri umani quanto li stiamo perculando, nonostante i millemila chilometri di distanza. Seriamente, Bimbo, placati un po'. Ora verrà fuori che ti hanno fatto il lavaggio del cervello, tu in realtà Bushido non l'hai mai odiato ed egli è venuto a fartelo capire prelevandoti dall'AB sul proprio sfolgorante cavallo bianco e portandoti via da quel luogo di costrizione e plagio mentale. Please.
(Comunque tutto ciò è meraviglia.)

Infine, sempre restando in Cruccolandia - e di fretta perché ho perso tempo e devo ancora vestirmi per andare da nonna a pranzo, dannazione XD - la fotina è un po' vecchia (come testimonieranno capelli e trucco, che non erano ancora da battona egiziana), ma meritava di essere diffusa perché possiamo avere un'immagine della Principessa col suo Principino.
Osservare la corona sulla cintura, prego. Che, oltre ad essere quasi eccessivamente gay (Bill, perdonami per averti reso etero in qualche fanfiction: non era mia intenzione offendere i tuoi tentativi di far capire al mondo da che parte sta voltato il tuo culetto bianco), a tenerla lì sta un po' ad incoronare il pacco della Zoccola Principessa di Germania.
E io tutto ciò lo sto dicendo mentre el_defe mi dipinge davanti agli occhi fantomatiche incoronazioni da parte del König persönlich, eh.
Il mio fandom mi ama, è palese. Ma mi vuole anche male.