Saturday, May 23, 2009
12:54 AM ● giggles abound...
a blonde in cannes with rob? who is she. where does she live. just kidding, she was beautiful and well... i actually have nothing nice to say, so i'm just not going to say anything at all.  i hate being sick; i spent the whole day lounging around falling in and out of sleep. i tried to play the piano but ended up staring at the pages of notes not entirely sure what i was reading. eventually i ended up lounging on the floor, writing the notes out for myself. and no, i haven't forgotten how to read music. clearly if i figured out the notes i can still read music. i just can't focus. ugh japanese illness!
but today has given me a lot of time to do some cleaning. not physical cleaning, mostly because i couldn't really stand being upright for more than twenty minutes at a time, but mental cleaning. i was ridding myself of things i don't want to think about anymore. schooling, memories that need to be replaced and my preconcieved notions.
not to mention i was putting together what semblance i can have of a summer wardrobe. if it ever gets warm enough for me to actually enjoy summer. i'm still dealing with vegas chills-- it's still freezing here to me.
as for my previous entries about eviction... it's nearly complete. well, on the outside. the face is there, the perfect inflection of my voice. now the ultimate test is next month when my façade will go under fire from the very kryptonite himself. maybe-- there's always that chance things might never be the same, or they might be exactly as i imagined. haaa! yeah right. just a quick world question: why does hollywood still allow will ferrell to live? i'm not sure... there's got to be some in depth, meaning-of-life-esque answer as to why this person has been allowed to continue using up oxygen. maybe it's for the kids? i know if i was a parent and a will farrell movie was out, i would rather they run around outside in traffic. but that's just me, and the probability that i'd ever have children is laughable.
that's it! tomorrow i'll get out of the house, breathe some japanese disease on the rest of the human race and get rid of my evil infection.  cat launcher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love adam west. p.s- miss gucci, the second i saw where you were going for your birthday i thought to myself, i wonder if it's just a trendy place to go? i could see her going to a trendy place like that. BUT when i read your ulterior motive, i remembered how much i miss you. i believe he's the reason we're headed out west... but after that, you're the reason why i'm going. rob, he's second. love you!
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b; old enough to know better; attached.
college student of historical events, future educator. canadienne. i like to read, but i don't do it enough. i run. i like zombies. i'm obsessed with all things batman, except not batfleck. i'm a terrible video game player, but i'm getting better through attrition. i can play piano pretty good, though. the sound of city streets soothes me, but i love the silence of the forest. curious stargazer.
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Saturday, May 23, 2009
12:54 AM ● giggles abound...
a blonde in cannes with rob? who is she. where does she live. just kidding, she was beautiful and well... i actually have nothing nice to say, so i'm just not going to say anything at all.  i hate being sick; i spent the whole day lounging around falling in and out of sleep. i tried to play the piano but ended up staring at the pages of notes not entirely sure what i was reading. eventually i ended up lounging on the floor, writing the notes out for myself. and no, i haven't forgotten how to read music. clearly if i figured out the notes i can still read music. i just can't focus. ugh japanese illness!
but today has given me a lot of time to do some cleaning. not physical cleaning, mostly because i couldn't really stand being upright for more than twenty minutes at a time, but mental cleaning. i was ridding myself of things i don't want to think about anymore. schooling, memories that need to be replaced and my preconcieved notions.
not to mention i was putting together what semblance i can have of a summer wardrobe. if it ever gets warm enough for me to actually enjoy summer. i'm still dealing with vegas chills-- it's still freezing here to me.
as for my previous entries about eviction... it's nearly complete. well, on the outside. the face is there, the perfect inflection of my voice. now the ultimate test is next month when my façade will go under fire from the very kryptonite himself. maybe-- there's always that chance things might never be the same, or they might be exactly as i imagined. haaa! yeah right. just a quick world question: why does hollywood still allow will ferrell to live? i'm not sure... there's got to be some in depth, meaning-of-life-esque answer as to why this person has been allowed to continue using up oxygen. maybe it's for the kids? i know if i was a parent and a will farrell movie was out, i would rather they run around outside in traffic. but that's just me, and the probability that i'd ever have children is laughable.
that's it! tomorrow i'll get out of the house, breathe some japanese disease on the rest of the human race and get rid of my evil infection.  cat launcher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love adam west. p.s- miss gucci, the second i saw where you were going for your birthday i thought to myself, i wonder if it's just a trendy place to go? i could see her going to a trendy place like that. BUT when i read your ulterior motive, i remembered how much i miss you. i believe he's the reason we're headed out west... but after that, you're the reason why i'm going. rob, he's second. love you!
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