War of the worlds and my world

This is the first time I ever blogged so excuse me if I'm being boring, I'm using this to clear my head and to "talk" about problems I can't talk to my non-writer friends about. (Which is all my friends, except for those I've learned to get to know on Scribd :))

But, I will also share funny events from my life and how I deal with my writing, (since it's my hobby and I work as a hairdresser, still I'm gonna try to become a published author) how I use my writing and I will most definitely write on my blog next time I suffer from writers-block (suckie)


I have this gay-friend, he likes to talk a lot, very overwhelming and got a hard time sticking to the truth and he likes to talk behind your back. (You have to have at least one friend like that)

Well, a couple of months ago he, apparently, had issues with me and he talked about me behind my back. (Unfortunately for him, he was talking to one of my better friends) I found out about this and I was enraged, I've never been mean to him, I was always honest to him and he suddenly didn't like me? I told my boyfriend and said "I wish I could give him pay-back without going to jail!" (Yes, I always overreact)

Stupid me, though.

In my book, that I'm trying to write, one of my characters is based on my oh-so-gay friend and I know that he will be sad when/if I get published and he sees that the annoying, overwhelming, gay Felix will suddenly die in the middle of the book. (Mohaha, this is my world and I do what I want in it!)

Anywho... I guess I'll have to thank him for making my book a little more exciting than it was from the beginning. So, thank you my oh-so-gay friend. (Talk behind my back, I don't care. I already killed Felix)


So, enough about that. A couple of days ago I spent my day at S's place, we were watching War of the worlds, the aliens had just started killing the humans when she spoke up. "What do you think they're doing in there when they kill all those humans?"
I looked at her. "Ehum, killing?"
She rolled her eyes at me and sat up straighter. "No, do they like... Listen to music while killing?"

Right there I started wondering if she was high or something and I tried not to think about how her brain worked. She's my best friend and I love her very much, but I couldn't help but to wonder why they would listen to music when they're aliens and why was she thinking about that?

  "What kind of music?" I asked her, aliens listening to music was interesting enough, what kind of music was mind-blowing.
She pondered for a sec. "Dj Aligator?"
I frowned. "What song?"
Of course she snorted but I couldn't really think of any song he made. "The whistle song of course"

In my head, I saw a picture of aliens, sitting in their killing-machine, nodding to the music of Dj Aligator and singing; Blow my whistle baby! Blow it like you mean it, blow!

Mind-blowing, right?

Nothing more from me now, hope you enjoyed yourself. Bye til next time.
xoxo
Molly.