Delusion-Elle

So on this glorious week off from work, what have I been doing?
Playing video games mostly, I admit, thus further proving and solidifying my role as little boy in my family.
But I have to say, I'm playing rather godly (stupid iPod autocorrect) girly games: Animal Crossing (I named my town Hogwarts and made uniforms for each house), DDR (the only form of exercise I can bear -- scoff all you want; haters gonna hate), and Sims 3 (the only way I can be a rockstar, illustrious author, and hit movie composer at the same time). Life is good (if not a little lonely, but oh well it seems like everyone's busy or is sick of me :P).
I want to work on more creative endeavors, but my parents are home practically all the time (they're both sick) and I hate being asked what I'm doing, or worse, having them look over my shoulder and slowly shuffle away.
And because my parents are both hoarse and hacking away, they've made me realize that I absolutely cannot stand the sound of 2 people simultaneously hacking their lungs out. Earrape to the nth degree D:
In a very sad way, I cannot wait for September to come.
Nah, not because of school (2 Math courses in term 1 are going to eat me alive), but because I am eagerly awaiting 2 new albums. There's a third one coming out too, but I'm only meh about that band now. And all 3 albums are being released (in North America) on the same day, so September 14 is starting to look like a freaking amazing day, though I bet that no HMV's in the lower mainland are going to have at least 1 of the 3 in stock on that day.
... And since no one understands what those last few sentences were about, I'll just clarify (or confuse you more): Kamelot's Poetry for the Poisoned, The Birthday Massacre's Pins and Needles, and Linkin Park's A Thousand Suns.

It's probably really weird and unhealthy to dream about someone 5 out of 7 nights in a row, but thankfully I've gotten past that.

I intend on going for my L test on Friday so I always have next week to try and redeem myself in the likely case of failure.
I would still rather do a million probably scarier things than drive, but I don't want to fall behind everybody else.
And it would be nice not being a slave to the transit system.