get this shit mothball off me!

sorry, i was a little nuts just now.

definitions of nuts:

Hazelnuts

the not-so-scary stage of being nuts.

eg. Sarah, Lizz (however, Lizz has been known to suddenly combust into stages far more severe than your puny little brain could ever possibly imagine)

you heard that buster, i COMBUST. (poof!)

Kittynuts

that time of night when your cat (in your room) starts jumping around uncontrollably and consequently breaks that pretty porcelain jewelry box you got from someone special.

this usually mellows as the cat gets older, hence KITTYnuts.

eg. Sprite

Coconuts

tropical fruit that grows on tall trees.

also used to described a particular girl who is crazy for Anakin Skywalker and Orlando Bloom. and thinks i look like Mary-Jane Watson from Spiderman.

(then i laugh at her)

eg. Udi

Mattadamia nuts

extremely rare form of nuts. this only affects one person i know. it makes the person stricken with someone else and say REALLY weird things.

eg. Matt

there you have it. my dictionary of the known forms of nuts. i might add more later.

sidetrack: go read Chuck Palahniuk's Rant, he's an awesome writer, and i can tell just by reading the first chapter and a half.

for your viewing pleasure.

yootoob! save us all!

i was surfing around for the video of The Dresden Dolls' Sing.



that's my new favorite video. it really makes you think.

here's the alternate cut that was considered for the song.



living statues, theatre and a great renaissance.

could it get any better?

oh, then i got sidetracked (as usual)

behold Brendon Urie (Panic! At The Disco) + Dresden Dolls' Baby One More Time!

Brendon HAS a voice. and i don't have to convince you that Amanda's is just as great.

know what? this is better than Britney's.

Life is no cabaret

We don't care what you say

We're inviting you anyway

You motherf-ckers you'll sing someday

current status

throat hurts.

- My Bloody Valentine by Good Charlotte running through my head. strangely, only the bridge/instrumental part.

- 2:10 am. that's right, junior insomniac alert.

okay, so today i went out and i saw Pirates Of The Caribbean: blah blah blah. it was pretty good, even though some people said it wasn't.

(losers)

the storyboard people deserve an award. go watch and come back to read the remainder post.

-you go watch the movie-

yeah, WHO would have thought of that? and i also like the way they squeeze in humor into the meant-to-be-serious bits.

anyway, then i went to borders.

WE PROUDLY INTRODUCE NINE INCH NAILS' YEAR ZERO TO MY RECORD COLLECTION!

oh, how i digress.

[progress, digress, regress, repeat] + seagrass

hmmm...

so i was banned from the computer cos i had a hissy fit and threw the phone (house phone! not cell! i have more sense)

and the cover broke (but it held together with some whacking)

okay, enough. i had to go to a wedding yesterday and OH, someone needs to understand people my age.

mom: it's high time you started coming to these kind of mature socials, honey

never get sugar high in a wedding. very dangerous, that.

instead, spend all your time in the restroom with two of your friends, because they serve dinner so idiotically late (8.30!)

and you can't eat anything provided anyway.

AND by the time dinner's served, you lose your appetite so you don't really care if you can eat what they give you or not.

have i lost you?

anyway, the damn thing ended so late that i fell asleep in the car on the way home. and then i got out and crashed on the couch. my parents had to persuade me to go to my room.

so when i went upstairs i fell asleep on my bed immediately still in my clothes.

ARGH.

next day: i woke at 9 still in my (very restrictive) skirt.

i don't like clothes i can't jump around in.

oh, and i cut my hair. yes, in my room. surprisingly, i didn't make as a big mess i thought i would.

i return!

to school, yes.

i can finally return to school for a glorious last two days before the holidays come.

FRIENDS.
who can live with/out them?

no typo there, it's called a SLASH.

warning: destructive when bored

an overview of the proverbial mess that is my tabletop:

- 36 watercolor pencils of assorted colors, some broken
- mutilated hairnet
- my furry purple pencil case
- 2006 calandar (flipped to the abbreviated 2007 section)
- 8 books. one of which is Michael Langford's 35mm Handbook about photography that i'm taking forever to finish.
- paint. oil paint, watercolor paint, acrylic paint. even fabric paint.
- liquid eyeliner
- lipstick
- over 10 paintbrushes (numbers 0 to 8)
- a pair of scissors
- stick of glue ("appears purple but dries clear!")
- drawing block, with the carboard backing ripped out
- journal
- my cat. okay, only sometimes.

"why so messy?" you ask. forgive me if you're a neat freak, I WAS SICK! stuck at home with absolutely NOTHING to do except stay in my room and make a mess!

"what's the tv for?" oh sure, and i'll go stew my brains in the wok downstairs too.

and to make it worse, sheryl's been listening to McFly's Motion In The Ocean one too many times.

argh, i'm drowning in Bubblewrap.

in retaliation, i switched on my iPod and started singing very loudly to the Dresden Dolls. but you know it's hard to sing loudly when you can't reach the low note that the amazing Amanda Palmer can.

"singing loudly when you're sick?!" yes, i feel your empathy, kind soul. but that was the only defence i had, seeing that tv was not a option and neither was the internet.

DAMMIT, i'm going nuts. did you know that oil paints are extremely easy to apply on skin? and twice as hard to wash it off with water? thank GOD i have that soap to remove oil-based thingamajigs.

oh, and while i was amusing myself with oils (using my FINGERS, no less), i got a text from shakz. and being the lazy-ass that i am, i just picked the phone up to reply and now i have a pretty white-streaked-with-pink phone.

fact of life: NEVER substitute fingerpaint with oil paint.

and is that PLAY-DOH i smell?!

posers, do your duty

why is eyeliner such an essential to the emos?
will they die if suddenly, all the eyeliner in the world ceased to exist?

peter rabbit

farmer mcgregor desn't like rabbits, and shoots them for pie.
but how you eat a rabbit full of shotgun shells is a mystery to me.

try a lightsaber instead?
(McGregor, go figure)

i like children's stories.
and scf-fi classics.

how random can i get?