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.