the bookworm crawls by

music:motorcycle drive by-third eye blind

mood:bloated

I go home to the coast

it starts to rain

I paddle out on the water alone

Taste the salt and taste the pain

I'm not thinking of you again

Summer dies and swells rise

the sun goes down in my eyes

see this rolling wave

darkly coming to take me, home

And I never been so alone

and Ive never been so alive

i bought a book today! running with scissors by augusten burroughs. you would think, 11 years spent in the education system would have taught me how to spell the words 'scissors' , 'straight' and 'exercise' easily...but no. hell, sometimes i even have trouble spelling weird. "i before e except after c".

WHEN Augusten Burroughs was twelve, his mother (a poet with delusions of Anne Sexton) gave him away to her psychiatrist, a man who might have benefited from a touch of therapy himself. This is the story of the bizarre years Augusten spent in the doctor's dilapidated Victorian mansion, getting to know the paedophile in-patient who lived in the garden shed, eating Valium tablets like other kids eat sweeties and resorting to the vintage electroshock therapy machine to liven up those quieter moments.

i can't wait to get started.

let's keep running...

music:glass in the trees-dead poetic
mood:cold&miserable

and the glass in the trees
and all you left here
reflects everything that I missed

the common cold is possibly one of the most uncomfortable affliction. my nose won't stop running it's own marathon, my eyes keep tearing up like a sensitive new age guy at a screening of the notebook. BLEH.

anyways. yesterday was CLARAHHHHH's birthday. happy sexy seventeenth! hope you liked your pressie, more importantly, that you actually wear it out. you'll definitely be one hot mama. barbeque party was good, considering cin, mel and I (all propurrr here) were basically seated at that one same spot the entire night, stuffing our faces and watching the domestic (violence) display. &the secret santa didn't really end up remaining secret in the end. oh wells. GINGERBREAD COOKIES ARE YUM.

oh yes. shopping yesterday too, with cin. i got a pair of funky TEAL heels. and she, fishbowl shorts+lace leggings. LMFAO.

i love rain..indoors.
outdoors--not so much.

ps:im SORTA done with homework. 6 more days to go.

HAPPY XMASTIME.

music:divine intervention-taking back sunday

mood: nauseous :(

all of those flavours and this is what you choose

past the blues, past the blues

and on to something new

something real

make it timeless

an act of god and nothing less will be accepted

so if you're calling me out

then count me out.

wow. they're pretty good, as much as i would like to deny it. being called a calculating albeit a warm-hearted bitch isn't so easy on the ears. oh wells. at least i'm super at cuddling.

"you don't choose your family" how true. extended families are like a long, drawn-out punishment.

anyway. xmastime. can you say PRESENTS?! fuck yeah.

ps: i changed my layout! the theme:robots. like, duh.

i've got this store bought way of saying i'm okay

music:all u can eat-ben folds

mood:hungry :)

i am soo sorry nietz. haha i know this has been a long time overdue.

see here peoples. these are the testaments to our friendship (gotta eat the cheesy) and the reliability of CANADIAN airmail. hohos. thanks muchos for the wonderful surprise. maybe next year you won't have to mail something over...fingers crossed for a visit yeah? oh &get well FAST. rest &drinks lots of water, beat those nasty lil buggers.

&here, is lyrical genius at work. I LOVE BEN FOLDS.. &his dorky glasses.

So I'm lookin' at all the people in this restaurant

What do you think they weigh

And out the window to the parking lot

At their SUVs taking all of the space

They give no fuck

They talk as loud as they want

They give no fuck

Just as long as there's enough for them

Gonna get on the microphone down at Wal-Mart

Talk about some shit that's been on my mind

Talk about the state of this great nation of ours

People, look to you left, yeah, look to your right

They give no fuck

They buy as much as they want

They give no fuck

Just as long as there's enough for them

So I'm looking at the people lining up for plastic

Wouldn't you like to see them in the National Geographic

Squatting bare-assed in the dirt eating rice from a bowl

With a towel on their head and maybe a bone in their nose

See that asshole with the peace sign on his license plate

Giving me the finger and running me out of his lane

God made us number one cause he loves us the best

Well maybe he should go bless someone else for a while

give us a rest

We've eaten all we can eat

don't be afraid of the leper.

music:the waffle song-adam lazzara
mood:whiny

IM FREAKING HIDEOUS! i'm now shedding like a SNAKE. i'm just gonna hide myself from the world and never appear before it everrrrr again. (woah. drama much?)
IM GHASTLY!

eragon
go watch. it's surprisingly pretty good. think LOTR. but better. okayyy maybe not A LOT better, but hey, dragons are pretty nifty. i'm SOLD. &i can't wait for the sequel next...whenever it comes out. did i mention i LIKE dragons?

i don't know what you heard about me
but i'm a fucking TREND P. I. M. P!
hahahaha. that's right. i pimp trends.

edit--apparently there WERE dragons in LOTR too. damnit. guess LOTR does win hands down. but still. eragon has got waaaayyy more fluff than LOTR.

i ain't see no waffles
and i think that's just bullshit
i ain' see no waffles
cos there ain't no waffles in belgiummmmmm
-now i've got a craving for them.

obsessions? i've got some.

music:a lifetime-better than ezra
mood:bloated

holy crapola. i am peeling like a banana faster than you can, well, peel a banana. &although i recoil at the stomach-upheaving sight of it, i can't help but to push the natural peeling process along. cue my upper dermis littering the floor. can you say eww?

spent the day with BFF todayyyy. haha. a good part of it was spent poring over a certain someone's blog. it's so fascinating. which brings me to my next point. how can anyone feel absolutely secure about anything they (personally) post on their blog? how can you put your heart, on your sleeve &on display up here, for people you don't know to laugh and point at. so i'm guilty of both. besides, it's so much more fun laughing at others &feigning ignorance.

snakes on a plane. that has got to be the most obvious title ever. seriously, try to top that. anyhow. it's true, it's really not that great a movie. but you should probably watch it anyway. it's pretty revolting but strangely hooking too. haha i love the scene in the bathroom where the guy's taking a piss and the snake latches onto his appendage. ouch. gotta hurt like a mofo. most memorable line: "i'm sick of the motherfucking snakes on the motherfucking plane!" me too, me too.

holiday from real

music:lynette's holiday mix '06

mood:wheeeeeeee.

a holiday to bali dictates picture after picture of a picturesque beach. so im just following my orders. hold your breath now.

sunsets in slow motion

this basically sums up my entire bali trip. total rest&relaxation.

i tried several new things though. snorkeling&white water rafting. funfunfun.

and guess what! i've got a tan to make anyone jealous. okay. it's not so much as tan as a BURN. but, whatever. at least i'm no longer WHITE (and nerdy!) but it freaking burns like a mofo.
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finally, i'm letting go of all my downer thoughts

so in no time there'll be one less sad robot

looking for a chance to be more than just metal (ms. delaney-jack's mannequin)

i make plans to break plans

and i've been planning something big (the phrase that pays-the academy is)

we could live through these letters

or forget it altogether

see the months they don't matter

it's the days i can't take

when the hours move to minutes

and i'm seconds away (new american classic-taking back sunday)

hold on to the corners of today

and we'll fold it up to save until it's needed (watermark-the weakerthans)

pretty little songs with dirty little words

ps: holy crapola. holiday homework. not done.

secrets are tailored trouble

music:liar(it takes one to know one)-taking back sunday
mood:sleepy

liar (liar)

if we're keeping score

we're all choir boys at best

intrusive and arrogant

HEY. HEY.

adam lazzara=butt sexiest voice ever.

i've found my hidden talent: knowing the correct things to say and when.
too bad they don't see the sardonic smirk that accompanies.

Bali in 2 days! i am sooo gonna get that elusive tan. you can "bet your bottom dollar" on it.

i'm an addict for dramatics

i confuse the two for love

i don't mind (:

this rant officially certifies me as a true blue blogger.

music:don't believe-letter kills
mood:fricking pissed off

WTF. seriously. whatthefuck.
firstly, (insert subject here) holiday homework given by (insert school here) (insert profession here). a whole fricking paper. like, a full exam paper.
secondly, they expect us to fricking print out the entire paper?! by ourselves. all TWENTY FIVE PLUS pages.
thirdly, printer ink doesn't cost as little as a vanilla ice cream from macd's. okay. not a very good comparison, considering the "cone" only costs 50c. but still.

holiday,schmoliday.
(i feel so cheated.)

don't believe in me

don't believe in me

'cause I will let you down

I will let you!

so entirely apt in all of this. scream with me.

"change comes from our heads, not our pockets"

music:existentialism on prom night-straylight run
mood:chirpy

sing me something soft

sad and delicate

or loud and out of key

sing me anything

heh. this song is strangely nostalgic. reminds me of my pre-Olevel state. (or maybe pre-er) i love how easy it is to attach sights,smells&thoughts to songs. music saves you!
(haha. i think i used to be an all indie-fied music snob. trust when i say i was that bad-- i sneered at the radio.)

anywhoot. i need to get off my ass and on to homework. i don't understand why teachers even give holiday homework. it's pretty damn obvious it doesn't, can't exist. simply because homework and holiday do not go together. at all. am i right? don't answer.
(the following proves why holiday homework never gets done. or even attempted.)

GUESS WHAT!
white&nerdy live! click to watch.
it's freaking hilarious, more so because it's performed LIVE. haha i totally dig the motorised scooters. WEIRD AL is genius.

i've found my inner domestic goddess! OHKAY. it doesn't so much revolve around the kitchen, or even anywhere near it. BUT. i'm hooked on cooking shows! jamie oliver, nigella whatserface..they're magic! rather, they WORK magic. teevee like that is delectable.

i can't wait for grey's (gray?) anatomy tonight! i was reluctant to join the legions of fans..but it has proved worthy--of my time. and i like christina yang. she's so wonderfully complicated.

sing like you think no one's listening

dancincompetence.

music:love hurts-incubus
mood:gleeful

candylove makes me go weak at the knees :)

and look at all the pretty colours!

know what else is absolute love? MIAMI INK. after watching this, you'll have a new-found respect for tattoo artists. they DON'T just trace/stencil shit, they actually ARE artists. with attitude and a sense of humour thrown in. discovery travel&living, 11pm, sunday nights. be there.

do you hide behind the dance, or does it reveal more than you want it to? they say dance is a form of expression but it could really swing both ways. it's only too easy to cower behind the all too beautiful smile, the performance.
it's just too bad that this is all i know.

keep living The Letdown.

they are false and brief advertisements...

music:false advertising-bright eyes
mood:-____- (haha)


On a string, I was held
The way I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above
So I swing and I sway
Wave my hand, kick my leg
And it is always right with the music
--they are brief and false advertisements for...
know what. conor oberst is wonderful.


risque
in short, we got owned. pwned, whatever. i mean seriously, double pirouettes and semi-tight choreography can only get you somewhere in the mean, free-stylin' alleys of hiphop. oh wells. at least we were 2nd/3rd. out of three groups. sooo im figuring, last. at least we had fun.


hallmark
call me a sucker for fluff, but you can't deny the mushy cliches that keep playing. this time, i caught "love comes softly". okay. so i only watched the last quarter of the show. but it was good. my favourite part,
"love isn't always fireworks. love sometimes just comes softly."
(disclaimer:don't quote me on this, i don't quote well myself.)
and i don't really want to watch the first 3 quarters. SPOILER!


i hate not understanding.