habits.

I get so bored of things really fast.
Once I got into tumblr, I neglected blogspot and facebook.
Which means I have spent much of my time on tumblr.
I like the pictures mostly.

I also burnt my hand, 2nd degree.
It's nasty.

But I have a bad habit of not answering people directly.
Like, my friends mum asked me,
"How's your driving going?"
"Well I've started taking manual lessons."
Yes, I expect her to be a genius and make the connection that manual lessons = fucking excellent.

i'm getting old.

Is it possible for your sense of humour to dwindle?
Where you find even the most ridiculous things absolutely hilarious?

Finding amusement in reading erotic stories aloud to your friends at the bookstore,
While eating orange tic-tacs and thinking post-it notes that say "You are on my shit list" was one of the coolest things invented.

I want a vintage radio.
They're $20 at the bookstore and I told my friend to buy me one for my 18th birthday.

This post is a loud of bullpoop.
Because I'm a pro at ranting.
It's probably not even funny. But I don't really care.
I'm very borderline. Meaning divided between two distinct emotions.
Not too sure what they are.
But if I had bought the stand with pages showing off which emotion I am feeling at the present time,
That's what it would be showing.
That was pretty cool too.

Maybe I'll stop now.
I'll just say that Borders is now my new favourite bookstore.
Because we spent about 2 hours in there instead of seeing the new Justin Bieber movie.

my dreams.

The other night, I dreamt I stayed at a camp.
That was oddly surrounded by cute little cottages arranged on the side of a hill.
I befriended a horse named Pegasus, but without the wings.
For some reason, an army appeared and began chasing after me.
I joined forces with fellow children and rampaged through the cottages stealing steaks and chocolate, whilst constantly hiding from the army.
Some foreign children led me to a row of sheds, one completely covered in graffiti.
That was their base.
I decided I didn't belong there, and stayed with Pegasus.
It turned out Pegasus was the reason the army were after me.
I rode Pegasus around the campsite and hid from sight, as the leader (who oddly resembled Adolf Hitler, scary) began yelling obscenities about marshmallows.
I appeared in front of them, yelling "Here I am!"
Thousands upon thousands of horseback soldiers chased me across lilypads and through the streets surrounding the cottages.

I don't actually remember how it ended. But it was a dream I wish I could have again.
I feel like chronicling my dreams when I remember them, IF I remember them, and IF they're interesting enough for the likes of you.

sick.

Hey all, I'm back.
Not that me being away really mattered to anyone though.
I've had a nasty cold for a few days that just won't piss off.
I'm so drugged up I can't think straight or get up to walk without wanting to fall asleep again.

Something good came out of this though.
Scott Pilgrim vs The World is now my new favourite movie.
IT'S SO COOL. I would pay for that to be my life.
I can just imagine saying I'm gonna do something for myself,
Some random voice (hopefully in my life it's Morgan Freeman) says "You have earned the power of Self-Respect",
And then a samurai sword of self-respect comes out of my heart.
Totally cool.

I might end this here, cause I don't really have much to say when I'm sick,
Except that I've spent 20 hours in bed. I just counted on my fingers.

movie soundtracks.

No matter how shit a movie may be,
I will always appreciate it if it has a great soundtrack.

Two of my friends and I went on a pointless adventure last night to the movies,
To hang out one last time before one of them goes across the country for a week.
We got there half an hour late, hung out in a coffee shop for a further 20 minutes where I got the wrong iced chocolate, but drunk it anyway.
And then decided to watch the end of Red Riding Hood.

God, it was the worst movie. The ending was so cliche, my friends and I almost cried it was so ridiculous.
No wonder, it was directed by the Twilight woman (who thankfully improved after her first pitiful attempt).
Something I noticed though, was how good the soundtrack was.
This was also noticeable in her Twilight movies, I absolutely fell in love with the soundtracks.
This was no different.

Something about how mysterious the songs are just pull me in, hook line and sinker.
Like a moth to a flame, it draws me in.
So alluring, it just throws how crap the movie was out the window.
I could just sit there, close my eyes, listen to the music and ignore the movie.
They're that good.

Nevertheless, the night ended up even worse when my friends ditched me to get shotgun in my friends' brothers' car. I thought he'd stay with me, but he ran off too.
Leaving me alone, at 10pm, in the dark.
Without a working phone.
Until one friend decided to jump around the corner and scare me.
I burst into tears and had to hold her hand all the way to the car.
I love my friends.

my typical morning.

Today, I was still half-asleep half an hour after I woke up.
I wanted to have a bowl of cereal.
I got out the milk and cereal.
I went to get a bowl, and opened the glasses cabinet.
Obviously, I found no bowls.

I managed to find a bowl a few minutes later.
After I poured my cereal, I went to put it away.
I opened the fridge, placed the cereal on the shelf, and closed the door.
Then realised that cereal actually belongs in the cupboard.

As you can see, it takes a lot to wake me up.