Absolutely so true.

“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn

Well, that’s what we do - we fight. You tell me when i’m being a pain in the ass and I tell you when you’re being an arrogant son of a bitch. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a two second rebound rate then you’re back doing the next arrogant thing. So give me a break.

Merry Christmas everyone.

I just received a text from Shaunna that read:

Wish you peace, love, health, blah blah blah - fuck that shit. Wish you lots of sex and orgasms, alcohol and hope you win the lottery. Merry Christmas!

Scratch the alcohol for good times, and here's hoping.

I love my life.

My brother just threatened to kill me.
And laugh when he's watching me bleed to death.


How nice.

One day...

...i'm going to offer people a pencil for their thoughts.

Just going to stand on a busy street with my notebook ready for them to write out their thoughts.

Just because i'm curious.

I miss being a kid.

When I was a little girl, I used to talk into balloons. Not to balloons but into them. I used to think that my voice would be trapped inside the balloon and when it pops, my voice comes out with the message I put into it. I used to say sweet things like “you’re beautiful” or “have a nice day” or just something about myself so they’d feel like they made a new friend. Then i’d let the balloon go and hope that someone finds it one day, pops it, hears my voice and so they can feel less alone.

I hate when i’m alone because then I start thinking about everything. I think about all the problems I am too weak to face and all the things that might happen in the future, good or bad. I create those ‘what ifs’ in my head and then I get myself all worried over things that probably won’t happen. Most of the time I am so annoyed because I make myself that way. I hate it.

Homewreckers...

Please walk towards your near by 10-story building and hop off the roof.

Your morals are fucked up and lead you to affect other people’s lives exponentially.

You ruin relationships and you ruin lives.

Everything was always okay until you stepped in.

GTFO.

Blah, blah, anyway…

You know sometimes when you turn on the radio it seems like the stations play one of four artists?  Lately it seems Pink, Katy Perry, Taio Cruz, and Usher are ruling the airwaves.  I freaking hate Katy Perry’s 'Firework'.  HATE IT!  It has to be one of the stupidest songs of all times.  Who the hell starts a song with the line: "have you ever felt like a plastic bag?”  What the hell is that about?  Who feels like a plastic bag EVER?  Such people should be immediately arrested, beaten with their own stupidity.

And don’t get me started on that horrible Taio Cruz song!  Every time I hear a cord from that song I immediately want to throw my hands up in the air, ball them into fists, and bring them down on his face.  Awful song.  Awful.

A Bottomless Pit Day

Barring getting your eyes gouged out by a rabid dingo, there’s really nothing quite like PMS. Most of us that suffer from it are delighted to tell you how we would rather die a thousand deaths than have to live through it. Some of us turn into royal bitches, some of us weep during cat food commercials and then there are those of us that will eat the world.

Eat.
The.
World.

You’ll all be shocked to read that I am one of those poor bitches that not only turns into a super bitch but that has a bottomless pit right around the time that i’m getting my period. Bring on the crispies!

I hate when people i'm not close to touch my face.

I don’t even know where your hands have been and how clean they really are. Keep your hands off my face before your oil clogs my pores. 


Thanks, much appreciation.

You...

I can’t take this anymore. I can’t just sit here and think about you every day. I want to see you now. But how? I wish I could drive already. Distance is a bitch. I wish I could see you. But it’s okay, we manage. I just want to be next to you, holding you. If I could choose, I would never let you out of my arms.

Have you guys ever felt out of place? Where it seems like everyone else is doing their own thing, has their own crowd, and are completely comfortable? And you’re there, feeling like an outsider. Feeling like you don’t belong, lost, and you just want to run away? You feel awkward because you don’t know what to do, and everyone else doesn’t seem to have that trouble. I hate that feeling.


I hate how you make me feel even worse about this so fuck you. Fuck life. Fuck routine. Fuck feeling like i'm wasting my life away. Fuck being this young and feeling like I have already died. Fuck the emptiness. Fuck anger. Fuck bitterness. Fuck reasons. Fuck not making any sense. And most importantly, fuck you. I hope you burn in hell.

Hanging By A Moment - Lifehouse

Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started
Chasing after you


I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held on to
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hangin by a moment here with you


Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me now


I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held on to
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you



I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving in to
I'm hanging by a moment here with you


There's nothing else to lose
There's nothing else to find
There's nothing in the world
That could change my mind
There is nothing else...

You are awesome.
I love you.
You make me smile. (:
You + Me = Awesomeness
I want to hug you.

And you are back.

And the same song sounds in my mind...and it's like i'm halfway gone, and I can't move on. It's like halfway to meeting the devil in a wishing well.

Please stop flittering in and out of my life.

Ways To Relieve Stress

If it's something i've learnt this year, it's these ways to relieve stress: -

• Isolate yourself from the world, plug in your earphones and blast your music.
• Take a nap to shut down your emotions.
• Break things (not really recommended).
• Take a long shower and wash away all your thoughts in there.
• Run until your legs can't take you any further.
• Put on a I-don't-give-a-fuck mentality.

They work for me anyways.

So, in my bed is kinda where I wanna be with you right now.

I’m not saying just for sex. I don’t just need that.

I’m saying staying up reading kiddy books with you, not necessarily reading them but reminscing on how we used to love reading these over and over, especially the ones where you can feel the dog’s fur and the alligator’s scales.

I’m saying playing card games and boardgames. Watching you make the most adorable faces at me and sticking your tongue out everytime you win and me saying I just let you win everytime.

I’m saying making handshadows on the wall. Laying a flashlight on the floor and making our hand puppets.

I’m saying popping on some good music or listening to your iPod while we just lay there drawing pictures.

I’m saying finger food. Getting all the fruits, crackers, crisps and chocolate from the kitchen, blindfolding me, and telling me you’re going to feed me a strawberry and you put a lemon in my mouth.

I’m saying looking at pictures. Going through albums of when we were babies and what our parents looked like in school.

I’m saying star gazing. Opening the curtains and letting the moon be the only source of light in the room. Pointing out constellations and naming stars after one another.

I’m saying prank calls. Laying down next to each other, on our stomachs, looking through yellowpages and practicing our British / Indian / Asian accents before we dial the number.

I’m saying just relaxing. Snuggling next to each other, letting our bodies touch. Our chests glued to one another and our arms and legs are interlaced.

But that's just me.

Fred explains Time.

Veronica Mars

I love 'Veronica Mars'. Man was there some snarky goodness on that show. And it had Logan Echolls, *swoon*. Know what else it had? Dick Casablancas.

Ryan Hansen was so funny as Dick. Easily one of the best characters on the show. And he was hot in a douche bag kind of way. Who doesn’t like a douche every once in awhile? Stop pretending like there’s not some douche bag in your past that you kept secret from all of your friends. It’s happened to everyone. It’s okay to just admit it…or at least admit it to me.

I promise not to mock you…to your face.

Don't laugh because it's the Beach Boys.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older, then we wouldn’t have to wait so long. Wouldn’t it be nice to live together, in the kind of world where we belong.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Only because you wouldn’t of understood even if you tried or only because I feel like I can’t trust you with how i’m feeling without another soul hearing about it. Only because I don’t feel like there's a need for anyone to know. Only because, you’re probably only curious and you don’t exactly care.

I can't wait...

...to wake up staring into your eyes, smiling with crazy butterflies fluttering in my tummy. To know we spent the night cuddling in bed, talking all throughout the night, with the occasional tickle attack and pillow fight - to the sweet talks and kisses. Just me and you. With nothing but each others company.

Today I am grateful for:

• Air Force One - Gary Oldman is one of my favourite actors, have I ever mentioned that? I mean did you SEE him in Air Force One? A thing of beauty. I haven’t got TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME for this Mickey Mouse bullshit.

• Extra wicked hot and sour soup that knocked the would-be killer virus on its butt.

Fail.

I really failed at making these two kiss. Figures.

 I never draw a kiss. This is why.

No honks, knocks, or phone calls
Just TV, radio, and four walls.
No complaints or any conversation;
Instead more time for medication.

No smiles, no hugs, and no kisses;
That is something no one misses.
No bill, or letters, no junk mail -
So I'm better off; what the Hell.

No one comes over while I'm home;
I'm here with myself, all alone.
No appointment or anyone to meet
But I am a King on Lonely Street.

Lately i've been wondering...

Who i'm above and who i'm below. Curious to know because your actions seem to point in different directions. But i'm scared of the answer. I feel like so many are above me. I don't want to feel like i'm an option but I do.

I need to catch up on my sleep. I'm getting bitchy.

So... I stayed at my sister's last night, was there most of today. Was interesting. Enjoyed spending time with my nephew but I don't think Cass was too pleased that I taught him how to sword fight. I got a picture from the scan of Cass's bump, still don't know if it's gunna be a girl or a boy... I hope it's a boy but I dreamed she is having a girl, which is what Cass and D want. And speaking of D, things between us are still awkward after the whole wedding thing.

And that pretty much wraps up my weekend seens as i'll be sleeping in late and then getting some project work completed. Great.

Miniature Tigers - Cannibal Queen

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE CANNIBAL QUEEN<3

Eliza...

...says Chris is horrible all the time.

But in her reality horrible means:

Something wonderfully great. :)

If your eight-year-old self met you, would they be proud?

This is so depressing.

My eight-year-old self had such high expectations... =/

I’m sorry eight-year-old self.
I just grew up.

In other news...

These guys are what happens when I start doodling.

I have absolutely no idea what is going on in this picture. I do know Fred is sporting a pretty bitchin’ ginger mustache and Evan has some of the most amazing sunglasses I have ever seen on his face.

Me gusta.

I’m the kind of girl who is quiet in large groups or around people I don’t know; you only see the real me if we’re close. I smile and laugh a lot, especially at the most inappropriate times. I’m a hopeless romantic who’s too afraid to fall herself. I trip over air, up stairs, and over people’s feet. I am the hardest person to offend, but it is all too easy to make me feel horrible. I hate telling people about my problems; they don’t need to worry about me. I’m the one who listens to other people’s problems. I believe people should not be judged before one takes the time to get to know them, yet I am guilty of doing that exact thing. I love to think rather than talk. I prefer rainy, cloudy days to sunny ones. I’m awkward, clumsy, shy, strange… but this is me. Take it or leave it.

Doodlesss

Doodles of Ben Folds lyrics while sitting on the train.

You know that feeling? When you’re just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay. But no one’s going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you’re tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won’t be. But you’re still hoping. And you’re still wishing. And you’re still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. You’re fighting.

Yesterday me and Shaunna were talking about sabotaging our works Christmas do just out of spite of hating everyone we work with then Shauna had the idea of inviting just our shift (made up of eleven people) to go out on our own Christmas do. Yayyyyy! I want to go out partying with the girls I work with, and, some of the boys. Ok, all the boy 'cept one. I don't know if i'm going to be able to stand being around Scott - Scott, Scott, Scott. It's not that I don't like him. His i'm-in-love-with-myself voice drives me - literally - crazy. Like, tonight, it was: blah, blah, blah, I love myself, blah, blah, blah. I wanted to tip his coffee over him and then maybe he'd shut up about the poor girl who's not good looking enough to be with him.

So...here's looking forward to, or not looking forward to, our Christmas night out!

Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we’re wired that way. Because without it, I don’t know; maybe we just wouldn’t feel real.

What’s that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.

Screaming Lights

One of best non-mainstream bands ever.

20grams, please.

Have you ever seen that film with Sean Penn, Benecio Del Toro and Naomi Watts? No? Well, you didn’t miss much. Basically what you missed is that when you die you instantly lose twenty grams. Maybe that’s what your soul weighs. Who knows?

I could really use...

...a really big-ass cookie...


...that I could use to smack people with in a hypothetical sanitary kind of way.

She really had it coming to her...

Helena:  Get me the most German beer in this place!

Bartender:  But...this is an Irish bar.

Eliza:  FAIL!

Things I Love

Dancing with wild abandon with a group of girlfriends, a lover or by myself; the process of learning something new; lemon cupcakes; Jesse Lacey's voice, no matter the song; photo sun flares (these are magical to me, almost like i captured an otherwise invisible spirit); planning a trip; every single thing about autumn; Disney classics (espesh: Lady and The Tramp); stargazing; pancakes; riding the odd animal on the carousel...like the rooster or the ostrich or the giant goat; how walking in a bookstore or library makes me feel instantly smarter; thunderstorms; stories read aloud; my bed; ginger ale with crushed ice.