...stuff...

yesterday evening i saw "the aviator". it was brilliant. totally changed my view on leonardo dicaprio. i'll do a full reveiw tomorrow (i won't be home later), i haven't time now.

i didn't sleep tonight...partly because i was afraid to, because of that damn dream. i should've posted before now (i have to "get up" in 19 minutes), but i was catching up on EWFN stuff, messing about with photoshop, and whatnot. so there.

when you stay up all night, and don't have anything to eat or drink, you can taste your breath going from "ooh i just brushed" to "eew morning breath". it's rather disgusting, actually.

...my deepest apologies...

for posting such a load of unimportant, babbling, juvenile crap on this blog. however, it's my bleedin' blog and i'll post whatever the bloody hell i want. so there. i will try, however to write more cool stuff for y'all.

...nightmares...

i had a nightmare last night. i dreamt that boy and another girl had committed suicide. it was awful. i was sobbing my eyes out, and when i finally calmed down, i thought of him again and started up again. that went on for a while, and then later... i was in some sort of van thing with him and some other people, and he was driving and got out and started to walk. the rest of us got out as well, stopped him, and put him back in the car, through the window. i said something about "you can't do that, you were just dead last night" or something. it was the oddest thing. the dream ended with me "kickboxing" (kicking a huge bouncy ball at eachother) with the girl (she wasn't actually dead, or something). it was a weird dream. but i was bloody exhausted when i woke up, from all that crying and whatnot.

...clothes, death, and vacuum cleaner belts...

this is what i wore on friday: a red soccer jersey, long sleeved black tshirt, black skort thing, one black and white striped tight, and one red and black, and high-heeled black mary janes.

i came back to the main building after first period, and a couple of my friends were going outside, in the rain. so i pulled of my tights and shoes, and ran after them. we danced on the field, in the rain and then hail. it was gloriousness. my feet were bloody cold, and i knew my eyeliner and mascara were probably smeared, but i didn't care.

a little bit after we came back in, i walked to the store with boy, new boy, two other boys, and a girl. i didn't want to put back on my shoes and tights because my feet were still wet, so i went barefoot. new boy thought this was funny, and said that i was wearing invisible rain-boots. when you walk on asphalt with cold feet long enough it starts to feel like rubber.

a sign on the front of the door said "no shoes no service", but i figured, hell, i don't need service. i'm just along for the ride. so i went in anyway and the lady didn't say anything. new boy, other boy, and girl stayed outside for some reason, but boy, friend boy and i went in and bought the vacuum parts. mmm, boy's yummy.

on the way back, friend boy gave me a piggy back ride for a little bit. girl asked me if i didn't feel exposed, what with my skirt and all, but i told her that no, it had shorts under it. new boy started to lift up my skirt to see, and for one awful moment i thought that me shorts would magically disappear, and there my bumoley would be. but they didn't, and new boy said "haha i saw your shorts." i gasped "OH mY GOD MY LIFE IS OVER" and there was laughter.

i got a few complements on my outfit— a friend said that i looked like a dead soccer player (i took it as a compliment) and friend boy told me he loved my attire. i got the compliment i was waiting for, even though it came at the end of the day "your tights don't match" "yes, i know" "it looks good" "thanks". yep.

on another note, i went to lunch with the "exposed" girl, a friend, and another girl, and gathered this "boy and new boy are the two hottest guys in town, and they're best friends. and they wrestle! it's almost like porn. too bad that boy is too shy and new boy's an asshole." hmm.

...fonts and such...

dude. downloading and installing fonts is a bitch and a half. got lots of groovy new fonts, though.

did you see our wicked header? it'll probably be changing as i mess around with the new fonts and get more...i would be able to make a really cool header, but i haven't photoshop on this computer. maybe sometime i'll get around to messing around with it on the other comp. hmm. but for now, appleworks paint be it.

...or not...

well, things are looking up. apparently, mum wasn't stealing my stuff. just sorting it into bags and cleaning my room. she could've told me that before i sobbed my heart out. now i'm exhausted, and my eyes hurt. but at least i have my stuff.

...happy birthday darling...

since i wasn't able to get ahold of a computer yesterday on the actual day, i would like to take this opportunity to wish my baby, ELIJAH JORDAN WOOD a very happy 24th birthday! hope it was a good one, love!

...breathe...

i could kill my mum right now. seriously. i'll start from the top:

when i woke up this morning, mum was digging through my room looking for something of brother's. she seemed kind of angry, what with my crap all over, so i decided i better get up and start cleaning. so i'm in the middle of putting my clothes away when brother gets out of the shower. since i have something to do tonight, i thought, heck, better shower now, afore i run out of time. so after my shower, i come out of the bathroom to find....MY MUM, PUTTING ALL MY STUFF IN GARBAGE BAGS. this isn't the first time she's done this, but on the largest scale. even though i was cleaning it she still feels the need to essentially steal from me. she's taken my LotR dvds (all 15 of them), as well as tons of other stuff, INCLUDING MY SHIRTS. wtf is up with that? the worst part is she makes me pay to get my things back, even if i was the one who spent my meager income on them in the first place. that is, if she even gives them back at all. and she throws away whatever she thinks i don't need. ugh. i don't know what i'm going to do. my eyes hurt from crying and i have a headache.

...quiz fun...

You have a surprise kiss! Your partner is always
pleasantly pleased to have you jump outta no
where to dote them with a fun peck on the cheek
or more passionate embrace. super markets and
work places are your favorite places to attack
your loved one with all your love =p


What kind of kiss are you?
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You are GOTHIC! Sometimes you might feel like you
just want to escape! sometimes u feel like
there might be no point living! Alot of people
get this feeling. Most times youd like to be on
your own and away from people. You would be
cold towards others, its probably because you
just cant trust anyone. Maybe you should loosen
up a bit and find som1 you can trust.

Your a Vampire! Maybe a tad goth...your obsessed
with the night. Maybe Killing the living,
Sucking the blood off the innocent. You my
friend are the deadliest creature out there.


Your Heart is Black


Vodka


?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??
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...not canadian...

i have a friend. let's call her Elvira Hortensia, or "Eh" for short. she wants to be an actress. i want to be a director. eh wants she and i to make a movie...which would work, i suppose. had we a script, cameras, knowledge, and other necessary elements.

i have an idea for the beginning of a script, and will get around to writing it....sometimes. eh wants it to be comedy, but i can't write comedy. it ent my style....murch. ah well. i know you don't care, but this is my flipping blog and i shall write whatever the flip i want!

...mo-fucking-bile...

who be the proud owner of an oscar meyer wiener mobile bank and plush toy? THIS BITCH! *does a happy-happy-joy-joy victory dance*

rockin'!

*does the shawn and cory secret handshake*

woohoo!

um yeh, just wanted to share that with yall!

...puppies...

i am going to castrate someone.

just because i am so fucking fed up with searching for italian student exchanges on the web. i found one that's PERFECT, only, fucking hell, you have to have 2 years of high school foreign language. and helLO i'm only going to have one! heeeey, wait a second...*thinks* i wonder if they have to be for the same language...because i'm taking spanish and italian simultaneously, so....*ponders* it probably wouldn't work. i'm trying to load the page, but the bleeding thing won't coöperate (ooh check out my new yorker-style umlaut), so whatever.

well, there isn't much at all going on, so i'm off. catcha on ze flip flop chicken nugget egg roll!

...b and b...

i broke my toes with a boondoggle keychain.

the victim:


and the weapon:

...drawings...

here's some drawings i did...they're all semi-self portraits, except the last one. (click on them for a larger image...they're too big to just put up)





 
 

me, in all my stalking glory.




 
 

ninja-ish...i forgot to draw the top part of the hood/mask thing though.




 
 

über straight-edgeness...note the duct tape o'er the mouth and the ms. bitters dress hem.




 
 

for some reason the name of this girl is "linda" i don't know why, that's just what she told me. afore i taped over her mouth.

...pieces of avril...

whether it be pieces of eight, pieces of me (or ashlee simpson, for that matter), or pieces of cake, pieces of something is generally a good thing. so that's why i made pieces of avril. not sure if the end result proves my theory, but what the hell.

...pixelization...

eeew shit pixellation on them banners...especially the johnny one. oh well. maybe i'll tweak it tomoz. most likely not, though. there was something else i was going to say....oh yeah, maybe also tomorrow (if i find the motivation) i shall post all the fun tshirts and whatnot i've found....maybe.

i also got me girl scout cookie order forms. whee. i wasn't going to do it again, but the damn thing sucked me in again.

i also have more than 50 posts! how cool is that? okay i'm dang tired so ima hustle off to beddy-bye.

rock out,
stalker

...school woes...

it being the last day of finals, we only had a half day of school. i struggled through a maths final and then watched napoleon dynamite. boy was watching it too, at least for part of it. he is so damn hot. i didn't see girl today...i wonder if she's gone. damn it i didn't get to say good-bye. ugh.

well, i would post all the lovely scans i made, but they're much too large and i can't be bothered to resize them.

so i shall leave you with this other glorious banner i made, because i haven't even a semblance of a life.

...finding everland...

went to go see finding neverland tonight...it was lovely. i cried, in several parts, but especially at the end. i'm super-glad i finally got to see it though, seeing as i've been lusting after it for months. and johnny depp hath proved once again that he is super-sexy in eyeliner.

johnny depp + eyeliner + scottish accent = health hazard. *drool*

here's an astoundingly dumb banner thingie i made:

...i don't wanna die...

today has been rather boring, not much to talk about.

if i'm feeling scanner-happy later, you may be able to see some gorgey green wool, my sick pictures i drew today, and some other random crap tomoz. maybe.

some shit fucker was iming me on yahoo messenger. in spanish. okay, so i said i spoke spanish, but even my meager knowledge combined with google language tools wasn't enough. i told him i was 48, married, living in new york, with 2 daughters and a son. but we know better, don't we?

well, i have a shit load of maths that i was supposed to do but the damn internet sucked me in. so i'll vamoos asada and catch yaz on the flip side.

(ugh i hate my slang in this post but can't be bothered to change it)

...it's official...

i'm cooler than you and hipper than thou.

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...sXe...

I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don't even think about speed
That's something I just don't need

I've got the straight edge

I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and smoke dope
'Cause I know I can cope
Laugh at the thought of eating ludes
Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never want to use a crutch

I've got the straight edge

(Straight Edge, Minor Threat)

...soup or not...

we had mushroom soup for dinner. it was, unsurprisingly, hurl-inducing. i only had a tiny bowl, but i still feel like i'm going to throw up. never trust the chuncky but thin gray grossness.

...oh the cleverness of me...

it's rather hard to type whilst doing a victory dance, but somehow i manage. you may call me "GLORIOUS VICTORIOUS" for i hath triumphed! as i type, in the kitchen, dries a bit of GREEN wool. yes, ladeez and gents, you read right, GREEN WOOL. and who, you may ask, caused what was once snowy white sheep fur to turn such a lovely shade of green? ME! ME ME ME ME ME! I DID IT! YESSSSSS! *pumps fists* I AM THE CHAMPION!!!! WOHOO! ROCK THE FUCK ON!!!! YESSSSSSS!

so yes, the carrot top experimento sans mordant worked lovely. tomoz i shall try it con alum mordant. and see how that turneth out. maybe tomoz i will scan that wool o' mine (when it isn't soaking wet and will zapify my scanner) and show you all exactly how GLORIOUS and VICTORIOUS i am indeed.

dancing off to bed with joyous thoughts careening through my cranium,
stalker

...finals, sleep waves, and jamiroquai...

finals week...i've survived okay thus far. it's been okay. sorry this is boring, but i'm boring right now.

i'm also über sleepy. sleep wavers come and claim me....

i'm listening to jamiroquai right now, inspired by Orliboppers. it actually doesn't suck, which was my original thought aboot it.

i'm trying the carrot top dye. hopefully that shall work.

...john kerry...

john kerry is on the radio. fuck i wish he got elected. damn damn damn damn.

*glares at the american voters* ugh.

JOHN KERRY FOR PRESIDENT!!!

...not one damn dime...

Not One Damn Dime Day - Jan 20, 2005

Since our religious leaders will not speak out against the war in Iraq,
since our political leaders don't have the moral courage to oppose it,
Inauguration Day, Thursday, January 20th, 2005 is "Not One Damn Dime
Day" in America.

On "Not One Damn Dime Day" those who oppose what is happening in our
name in Iraq can speak up with a 24-hour national boycott of all forms
of consumer spending.

During "Not One Damn Dime Day" please don't spend money. Not one damn
dime for gasoline. Not one damn dime for necessities or for impulse
purchases. Not one damn dime for nothing for 24 hours.

On "Not One Damn Dime Day," please boycott Wal-Mart, Kmart and
Target.

Please don't go to the mall or the local convenience store.
Please don't buy any fast food (or any groceries at all for that
matter).

For 24 hours, please do what you can to shut the retail economy down.

The object is simple. Remind the people in power that the war in Iraq
is immoral and illegal; that they are responsible for starting it and
that it is their responsibility to stop it.

"Not One Damn Dime Day" is to remind them, too, that they work
 for the people of the United States of America, not for the
international
corporations and K Street lobbyists who represent the corporations and
funnel cash into American politics.

"Not One Damn Dime Day" is about supporting the troops. The
politicians put the troops in harm's way.

Now 1,200 brave young Americans and (some estimate) 100,000 Iraqis have
died. The politicians owe our troops a plan - a way to come home.

There's no rally to attend. No marching to do. No left or right wing
agenda to rant about. On "Not One Damn Dime Day" you take action by
doing nothing.

You open your mouth by keeping your wallet closed.

For 24 hours, nothing gets spent, not one damn dime, to remind our
religious leaders and our politicians of their moral responsibility to
end the war in Iraq and give America back to the people.

Please share this email with as many people as possible.

...beyond the sea...

saw beyond the sea (with kate bosworth and kevin spacey) this evening. it was fantastic! some bits were a little corny and/or dumb, but the brilliant miss bosworth was beautiful and glorious as sandra dee! nice singing too, very...er...what's the word...um...grch. brain fart alert. oh well. all in all, good movie.

ballet was also fantast, i had a lovely time and sweated a lot. i can't wait to take 2 classes a week! yes, yes, and three times YES!

...dyeing, over, and over, again...

fuck. i think i'm going to cry. i spend the whole fucking day premordanting and dyeing, and what do i get? a little fucking piece of wool that is just fucking white with little coffee grains. shit shit shit shit shit. urgh. i hate this fucking stuff. fucking fuck fuck. i would complain about it more but i really don't feel like it. and i need to go to ballet. if ballet sucks then i really will be in a piss mood.

...popcorn: the story behind this new menace...

today, tragedy struck as a young woman tried to prepare a midmorning snack for herself and her brother. "i just wanted to make a spot of popcorn," stalker, 15, recounts, her voice trembling with distress. but instead of crunchy, buttery goodness, she was met with a horrific horror. "i-it said four minutes on the package," she told us, unshed tears quivering in the corner of her eyes. but at only three minutes and forty-eight seconds, the poor girl turned around to see clouds of smoke issuing from her microwave. "i took one look at it and figured out what had happened. then everything went black." after she fainted stalker was taken to general hospital to be treated for shock and smoke inhalation. her brother sat home, ate the burned popcorn, and looked at old teen magazine bill gates photo spreads.

...valenshrine...

i did some valentine's day shopping. i'll spend it alone, of course. (not literally alone - hopefully - but you know what i mean). so instead of going the hoping-i'll-get-a-snog-preppy-lame route, i've decided to go the broken goth route. the route that my friends say scares off guys. it seems that guys are scared/turned off by a lot of things i do. for instance the loud belching. (it's a highly trained skill!) poor bastards. i guess i'm just scary.

super-cute valentines



 
 

new top i want for my outfit



 
 

the skirt



 
 

...the hottness of franz ferdinand...

uuuuuuuum. not their physical hottness (i don't know what they look like), but their songs...fuck all that "maroon 5 is so sensual" shit. listen to franz ferdinand...*whistles*

You take your white finger
Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer
Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes

Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it's mine

I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate
All the girls I hate
All the words I hate
All the clothes I hate
How I'll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
or How you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like

Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it's mine

So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it and
What I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is
My words and smile are so easy now
Yes, It's easy now
Yes, It's easy now

Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes it's mine

i guess that the dark of the matinee isn't that sexy, but it is a bit...and it's a great song.

You are the latest contender
You are the one to remember
You are the villain who sends her
Light or dark, fantastic passion
I know that you will surrender
I know that you will surrender
I want this fantastic passion
We'll have fantastic passion

You can feel my lips undress your eyes
Undress your eyes, undress your eyes
Words of love and words of leisure
Words of poisoned darts of pleasure
Died... and so you died

You are the latest adventure
You're an emotion avenger
You are the devil that sells her
Light or dark, fantastic passion

I know that you will surrender
I know that you will surrender
I want this fantastic passion
We'll have fantastic passion

You can feel my lips undress your eyes
Undress your eyes, undress your eyes
Skin can feel my lips they tingle - tense anticipation
This one is an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it
Words of love and words of leisure
Words of poisoned darts of pleasure
Died and so you died

[German]
Ich heisse Superphantastisch!
Ich trinke Schampus und Lachsfisch!
Ich heisse Su-per-phan-tas-tisch!

darts of pleasure has a pretty hot lyric, but the song its self isn't that sexy.

and then there's michael. michael michael michael.

This is where I be so heavenly
So come and dance with me Michael
So sexy I'm sexy
So come and dance with me Michael
I'm all that you see you wanna see
So come and dance with me Michael
So close now so close now
So come and dance with me
So come and dance with me
So come and dance with me

Michael you're the boy with all the leather hips
Sticky hair sticky hips stubble on my sticky lips
Michael you're the only one I'd ever want
Only one I'd ever want only one I'd ever want

Beautiful boys on a beautiful dancefloor
Michaelyou're dancing like a beautiful dance whore
Michaelwaiting on a silver platter now
And nothing matters now

This is what I am I am a man
So come and dance with me Michael
So strong now it's strong now
So come and dance with me Michael

I'm all that you see you you wanna see
So come and dance with me Michael
So close now it's close now
So come and dance with me
So come and dance with me
So come and dance with me

Michael you're the boy with all the leather hips
Sticky hair sticky hips stubble on my sticky lips
Michael you're the only one I'd ever want
Only one I'd ever want only one I'd ever want

Beautiful boys on a beautiful dancefloor
Michael you're dancing like a beautiful dance whore
Michael waiting on a silver platter now
And nothing matters now

Michael you're the boy with all the leather hips
Sticky hair sticky hips stubble on my sticky lips
Michael you're the only one I'd ever want
Only one I'd ever want only one I'd ever want

Beautiful boys on a beautiful dancefloor
Michael you're dancing like a beautiful dance whore
Michael waiting on a silver platter now
And nothing matters now nothing matters now
Nothing matters oh yeah

is it so wrong that i find this song so delicious? *drools* okay i have to go take a cold shower ;-)

...dialup woes...

anyone who has ever used a dial up (though more those who have one and must share it) knows what i'm talking about. when it's absolutely clear and you have a fast computer and you're only loading a simple webpage, then it's fast enough. but, when you are sharing the damned thing with your brother, and he's downloading three songs, plus surfing the web, and i'm (yes, i know that my pronouns are shot to hell) downloading a song, as well as doing italian and some other online stuff, it is positively creeposh. rrrr.

lagwagon sucks in a really awesome way.

...fucking felt...

there is a very high possibility that i have just (mistakenly) felted a good deal of wool. fuck. i really hope that i haven't, because I need said un-felted wool for science. mrch. but hopefully when it dries i can card it out.

on another (but still shitty) note, my "c" key is being sticky. fuck fuck fuck. rrrrr. today suks (<-- see!).

...german...

the films were fantastic. the first one was low-budget, but it was made in such a way that it didn't at all take away from the film itself. it was hilariously funny, and had the whole theater in stitches at several points. the filmmaker was there, and was able to answer questions afterwards, which was major-awesome. too bad i couldn't think of anything intelligent to ask.

after the first one brother and i got sandwiches for dinner. i ate half of mine before i got too full, so the brother ate it and i worked on my knitting.

the second film was a highly entertaining short, which had its fair share of laughs and interesting bits. the maker of that one was present as well, but, yet again, i didn't ask anything.

the third film was had a much higher budget than the other two, and you could definitely tell. it wasn't flashy, or anything, but it looked like a hollywood film. in german. i took great pleasure in spotting the reel-change indicators (as indicated by tyler in fight club). it was rather depressing, but of course, uplifting and inspirational by the end. i was in tears in the middle of it (not an unusual occurrence for me), but, unfortunately, had no tissues. so the hem of my pants yet again proved its worth.

all in all, a very great experience. sorry those were lame reviews, but it's after midnight. blech.

...it's a tot tot world...

despite the napoleon dynamite madness, i have not lost my taste for those tasty potato bits, tater tots.

i made up some and brother and i ate them on our way to the film festival. over this, we had a conversation on the afore mentioned napoleon dynamite. brother has decided that he is "too cool" for it, but i like the movie too much to just dump it. so i have decided that my new favourite character (though NP will always be my hero) is Kip. watch this space for kip-themed shirts.

peace out, napoleon.

...bonsai kitten...

There is no such thing as a bonsai kitten. If you ever get an email or anything that is anything like this:

"This is so terrible. A site that we were able to shut last year has returned. We have to try to shut it down again! (www.bonsaikitten.com) A Japanese man in New York breeds and sells kittens that are called BONSAI CATS. That would sound cute, if it weren't kittens that were put in to little bottles after being given a muscle relaxant and then locked up for The rest of their lives! The cats are fed through a straw and have a small tube for their Faces.The skeleton of the cat will take on the form of the bottle as the kitten grows. The cats never get the opportunity to move. They are used as original and exclusive souvenirs. These are the latest trends in New York, China, Indonesia and New Zealand. If you think you can handle it, view www.bonsaikitten.com and have a look at the methods being used to put these little kittens into bottles."

disregard it! www.bonsaikittens.com is a website created as a hack by some MIT students. it is not a real industry. if you read the website carefully it is immediately obvious. a lot of people are getting worked up for nothing! and if you know it's a hack, the website is actually hysterically funny. at least for a sick and twisted individual like myself.

for more information, go to Urban Legends Reference Pages: Inboxer Rebellion (Bonsai Kitten)

...lies and the lying liars...

i lied. stop pretending to be so damn surprised (how is that spelt anyways? i've never been able to figure it out...). you know i can't stay away. and, since, i was UBER responsible(ish), i got most of my maths done. so i figured, why not rewarditize myself a bit.

i'm going to a german film festival tonight with my brother...i'll let you know how it is!

thus endeth the shittiest post of the blog thus far.

...absenteeism...

stalker will be away for the next three days. well, she will be right here, but, since finals begin on tuesdays, she has a shit load of work to do. and if she goes on the computer even a little, she'll never get off. if she gets all her stuff done, you may see a bit of her. try to survive on your own!

vote for summer!

...deeprushonion...

dude, this sucks. (and not a word on the surfer talk, ok?)

i'm taking independent study italian online. and it has this lovely "speech comparison" bit where you talk to your computer (in italian, obviously) and it tells you how much you suck on a scale of red to yellow to green. i decided to inject a bit of fun into this torture, so i belched into the miccie. imagine my mortification when it rated me in the green. my scores thus far had been mostly red, a smattering of yellow, and one green. how fucked up is that?

the other suckilicious thing:

i've had ice cream twice today: chocolate chip cookie dough for lunck and the french vanills just now. and both fricken times it has been freezer burnt. *cue long, drawn out sigh*

...stalkishness...

boy sat in the couch next to me this morning. i got rather excited (but remained cool as a frozen cucumber, of course). excitement subsided when girl sat next to him. argh. couples are soooo annoying. but then she started talking to someone (more or less ignoring boy—poor guy). he looked at me a few times, but that, perhaps, is because i was being quite noisy whilst eating my brekkie (not on purpose, mind you). ah well.

on my way to lunck i encountered boy again, walking down the sidewalk. as we approached eachother from opposite directions, i watched him, so as to try to guage whether or not to show recognition. when we met, i offered the suave "hey" whilst he gave a slight smile and a little tip/movement of the head, which could mean several things:

1. "lets go. i want to make wild love to you."
2. "i gots some smack in my truck over yonder, wan' some?"
3. "oh my god it's that incredibly beautiful girl that i've been in love with the whole year!"
4. "i'm having a spasm."
5. "uh oh creepy stalker chick."

but most likely #6: "she goes to my school, i think." heh heh oh well.

even though it was nothing i still had to (subtily) clench my teeth to keep the idiot grin off my face. it wouldn't be the first time i went running about town with an idiot grin, but the other time (when i bought my clash 3cd set) i didn't know anyone.

girl's exit is approaching. i feel quite melancholy (my definition. meaning: happy and sad at the same time) about it. i'll miss her. but i won't miss the feeling that i'm stalking another girl's boyfriend.

...gothiness...

i want to go goth. not in a lame, "oh my god being goth is cool now i must be cool" sort of way, but in a "ack i have this goth chick living my chest and she's screaming and hacking my sternum with a machete and blow torch and i gotta let her out" sort of way. only i can't. go goth. at least looks wise. for a few reasons.

1. mum won't let me dye my hair. (i want to do black with "vampire red" streaks)
2. i can't afford (at least until i get this bloody ipod shuffle that i'm starving for) new clothes (or have time to make them) or makeup

i'm sure there's more reasons but i'm too bloody tired to think of them. so i may add more later. if i feel like it.

...in fields of agony...

i love this song. it's called fields of agony (acoustic version), by no use for a name.

how many people
how many have died
i'm feeling lucky and the afraid at the same time
how times have you sat home and wondered why
we always hear about the u.s.a. but not the other side
in fields of agony
everybody dies

how many humans
how many does it take
we get a cedar box they get a body rake, yeah
how many lives will it take
before we can end this war
bring johnny home, too
he forgot what it was that they were fighting for
in fields of agony

"there are known knowns, there are things we know we know
we also know that there are known unknowns
that is to say we know there are some things we do not know
there are also unknown unknowns
the ones we don't know we don't know" (rumsfeld)

i don't wanna die
and be sent home on a cargo plane
a tag on my toe without my name
because i'm one of a million
a million, woah


how many weapons
how many do we need
what about the economy
what about the economy
won't be the hero at the end your catastrophe
it can be stopped with unity
with collaboration of you and me
it's human decency
in fields of agony

"the evidence indicates that iraq is reconstituting its nuclear weapons program
we cannot wait for the final proof, the smoking gun
it could come in the form of a mushroom cloud" (bushie)

...oh the things we do...

sometimes i am amazed by the things my friends and i get up to to keep ourselves entertained sometimes. would i sound cocky if i said that it reminds me of dom(inic monaghan), bill(y boyd), and elij(ah wood)? cocky be damned, it does. here's an example of our genius, in an AIM conversation last night. (names have been changed to protect the innocent, guilty, and all that lies between)

friend: happy 9:27
stalker: *smacks head*
S: oh god not this again
S: lol
F: oh!
F: its 9:28 now!
S: OH MY GOD
F: oh! guess what!
F: 9:29!
S: HOLY MOLY
S: funny how that works
F: lol time is a crazy thingy mcbober
F: oh! 9:30
S: AND NEXT IT'S GONNA BE 9:31!!
F: woh told!
S: huh?
F: who*
S: OH LOOK I WAS RITE
S: i figgured it out
F: yesssssssssssssssss
S: i'm smart that way
F: bet ya didnt know it was gunna be 9:32 tho
S: oh no that one snuck up on me
F: lol 9:32 will do that to ya
S: sneaky bastard
S: ooop, there when 9:33 as well
F: oh now it 9:35
S: OH MY GOD WHERE DID 9:34 GO???
F: coffee, he wanted cofee
S: okay
S: he'll be back later though, right?
F: not till the AM
S: OH
S: I can wait
S: maybe
S: i'll try
F: ok

...putrid...

i just changed position and kneed myself in the nose. fuck, that hurt.

...days of our lives...

birthday boys
get little toys
but birthday girls
get 'lectric drills
i don't want
no ifs, ands, or buts
you won't shut up?
i'll drill your nuts.

!Happy 28th Birthday, Orlando Bloom!
Hope you (and Kate) have/had a good day!! keep on rockin' for many years to come.

...boys, boys, boys...

well, one boy. boy. girl (the other one, obviously) was sitting on boy's lap yesterday, however briefly. they aren't a very touchy-feely couple, which is damn good. saw boy again today...he's looking good. the mohawk has grown so it isn't quite as mohawk-y anymore. but really hot. when he runs his fingers through it (not in a "gawd i'm hot" way but a "urg this hair is in my way" way) i turn to hot butter inside. it's weird...when i see boy i get different feelings. sometimes it's that sparkily excited feeling, but sometimes (usually when boy and girl are together) it's more a dull ache, with a squished heart on the side. i just want girl to hurry up and go. i'll miss her, granted, but it would make my life easier. not that boy and i will get together immediately (or at all), but i can go about my stalking better if he isn't involved. i just hope they don't try to rock the long distance thing.

...eight years long...

i woke up this morning after a 20 minute love affair with my snooze button. showered, fell asleep in front of the fire, dressed, and left. forgetting my wallet, of course. i got in the car, and it was surprisingly warm. after offering a few sleep-laced comments on the new apple products, i slept. woke up to r.e.m. not a pleasant thing. got out of the warm car into the cold great outdoors. after a few moments of thinking 'it could be colder' as i walked to the bus, i climbed up into what i thought was a warm metal box. instead, i figured out what "colder" was. you should not be able to see your breath on the school bus. after that terrible experience the rest of the day was pretty mundane. good grade in science and bad grade in maths.

...lost in the shuffle...

i want an ipod shuffle. of course, i'd much ruther have a regular ipod, but the shuffle is much better for my budget. mum says that if i save up i can get one. i'm going to go über cheapie on lunck now...if i can save $20 a week, then i will be able to obtain my dear device in 8 weeks. that's a while. i need more money. yes, more money.

the damnable deliciousness:

...cameron duncan...

if you have seen Cameron Duncan: Inspiration for Into the West on the Return of the King: Extended Edition dvds, then you know what i'm talking about. if you haven't, go do so.

cameron duncan was a young new zealand filmmaker who died in 2003 at the age of 17. he was incredible talented, and made some fantastic movies, including DFK 6498 and Strike Zone, two sad, beautiful shorts, made in the last year of his life. you can, and should visit the website deticated to him, either by clicking the "cameron duncan" button in the side bar or by going to cameronduncan.com.

he didn't want to be forgotten, and shouldn't be.

rip cameron duncan 1986-2003.

...ballet...

went to my first ballet class in a year. it was glorious. i feel so good. i can't wait for next monday, and then i can't wait till after finals when i start taking two classes a week. and then three, and POINTE. which is very exciting. i did quite well in class...especially with the glissade and the pas des bourre (my spelling is five miles off, i'm sure). so yes, i'm excited, and want these shoes (clickie):





 
 

...for one i love...

i've known you forever
and loved you for longer
but somehow i don't
think you feel the same
when we were small
we were the best of friends
and then
we grew
i still loved you
but you didn't know
how to see me
'cause i'm not a little girl
you turned to the others
the popular crowd
the ones you knew would flirt
and not look at you with eyes
brimming with the stinging
tears of truth
those are my eyes
you told these
these people
that you hated me
called me a bitch
when i heard of this
my heart clenched
and turned black
i died that day
but i came back
for not all my tears
were shed
we separated
i hardly see you now
and i thought that
i was over you
i could think of you
and not feel a thing
besides a vague feeling
of regret
but then when
the chance came that
i might see you
i found myself
dressing up
primping
for you
and then
i saw you and
my heart gave that familiar flutter
and you didn't see me
then again i saw you
and suddenly you were everywere
treating me with
indifference
and so that is what
i return to you
even though
inside i scream
what would happen
what would happen
if you saw me
for who i truly
am
?

...this is the story of a girl...

and a boy and other girl. girl 1 loved (perhaps it is too strong a word but we shall use it anyways...you may say lusted after if you wish) boy, and dreamed from afar of the day that her fantasies (at least some of them) would come true. and then, one terrible and dark day, girl found out that boy and girl (the other one) were together. an item. though girl (our girl) waved this news off with an air of nonchalance, but inside she was dying. she watched in horror as her dreams and soul came crashing down to dash against rocks and be carried away by the dark seas inside her. oh, my, god, she thought. and closed her eyes. and moved on.

...run willy run...

must i say anything? i cannot wait for this movie to come out. for johnny depp c'est un hottie. i want to tie him to the bed and ravish him. all. night. long. heh heh heh.

and i'm very sorry that this picture is so obnoxiously large. i'll resize it when i have time.

...gingerbread...

i'm not talking about the brown little men with gumdrop buttons. i'm talking about the book.

go read it. now. before i fucking kill you.

...sickosity...

i've spent the whole day home sick. and made some improvements. on the side bar you'll see pretty buttons. click them to go to cool websites. you may call them affiliates if you want to be posh. and the beauty eye is for my myspace. if you want me to link you then make a comment or something. yeaaaah. and if you want to link me save the stalker button to your server and link me from it. yeeeeah.

...aggrivation aggrivation aggrivation...

okay, whose bloody stupid idea was it to make the bible search results come out with 20 per page? i have fucking 398 results for sin and i'm supposed to do pages of 20????? *smashes computer with a hammer* this sucks. if anyone has an expository essay on sin in MLA format including works cited page and would be willing to donate it to the cause, let me know. purple crap.

...stalker report...

purplish pink is the new green. at least, for hair. still utterly drool- and stalk-worthy. yum.

...and...

so you saw napoleon dynamite when it came out on dvd.
big fucking deal. you think you're some hot shit and have discovered this totally awesome indy movie. uh....it ran in theaters for over four months. someone must have seen it. yes, i'm one of those someones. and i went around telling everyone to go see it. no heed, they paid me. and now...what now? you come right back in my face, asking me, telling me to go see this really cool movie you saw. WAKE UP PEOPLE.

in no way am i laying claim to napoleon dynamite. i'm not saying that i am the only one allowed to see it and love it. but come on, just calm down a little, will ya? take some valium. take a nap. just. calm. down.

...shikle or not so shikle...

well, thank god, i'm not so much in the shit as i was/though i was. this is why i am a geniousy genious girl. i talked to my teachers, and came up with a good plan for survival. this is good. stalker girl will not die. well, she will die one day, but it is not this day! this day i fight!!!

...take the fall...

that's where you SCREAM that's where you DREAM that's where you CRY that's where you DIE that's where i LAUGH