I found out more than i should of.
I want it to go away.
But it's so hard.

he looks like the kind of guy that listens to the ramones

well
we'll
just
have
to
see

Perhaps I do like tulips and my eggs sunny side up

It looks like it'll rain today, but it doesn't bother me.
Last night it was raining, and I could hear the rain fall on the gutter. Each individual droplet went tap tap tap. And then sometimes I could hear the heavy downpour, there were intervals of drizzle and then hurricane-esque weather (I am exaggerating )
It was really soothing, and it was perfect for reading. So I stopped watching 30 Rock, even though I could not stop laughing.

So I was reading The Time Traveler's Wife because I hadn't read it before. And the book mark, which was a docket of some sort told me I had stopped reading around the month of April on a page not too far from the start. I feel like this book will make me cry, it's a love story that kind of provokes within an ominous nostalgia. It doesn't belong to you, but it feels universal.
I guess we all have those moments and feel how Henry feels when he's immersed in the blue of the papilio ulysses.


Help I'm Alive- Metric.


Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train.

This is how it is for me.

So there's this kid, right. He enters the bus and shakes your hand.
You think it odd, you think it classic.
He then sits on the vacant seat adjacent to you. He smiles, not a crooked smile, just a smile.
You've never ever seen him in your whole life.
He sings you a song you've never heard before.
You think it funny.
You think you're in love.
But all the other kids on the bus, think he's a mess. A hot mess.

So the next day, you're sitting at the back of the bus.
You know he's the new kid, you've been acquainted with his attitude and his idiosyncrasies.
It's only been a day, so you're thinking maybe those black jeans will fade & he'll conveniently slip into a pair of something, anything more fitting.
You're into neat kind of guys. The one's that are always reading. The one's that wear glasses, bespectacled eyes that make you melt. Anyways you're the weird kid, don't questions this,
And right now you're thinking he will change

But he doesn't see you that day. He sees someone else, shakes her hand, smiles at her, sings her a song she does not know.
You think it strange.

You cry.
Later your big sister tells you, you're much much prettier and much much more intelligent.
& Later you realise he wasn't that different at all. And you're still the same....still waiting for someone to notice.


But remember:
You're the kind of kid that romanticizes the idea of being in a relationship.
Late night phone calls
mix tapes
driving till you feel like you're infinitely bound to no one else but him.

& he's the kind of guy, that just isn't (wasn't) in to you.

I said that kind of honesty exists only in the movies, and you've got to give people time.
But that isn't the truth.
It's uncertainty, hurdles in the form of uncertainty.

So please
please
please
do me favour and admit that you are just a passing fashion
& you're crossing the threshold right now & not because I told you to
but because you're certain that you're uncertain.



Maybe then when you're suspended in that state of confusion,
I'll admit to you
that
I
don't
really
want
you
to
leave
me.

Snogging.

hahaha i love British films because i get drawn in by their 'accents'. Alicia came over today.
We watched Get Smart- because no matter how many times I watch it I always manage to laugh at the funny bits- which is pretty much the entire running time. And we also watched Angus, Thongs & Perfect Snogging, I warned Alicia it was retarded. But she still wanted to see it.
We swooned every time Aaron Johnson appeared and cringed at the desperate things Georgia did. Oh funny funny. I don't blame her though. He's like jfyutryrrjd.
Gah, I shouldn't do that.
I really shouldn't
I won't do it.
Hahaha at least not boys that exist within the realm of reality. I've reached new levels of stupidity lately, but it's taught me a lot.
All I can do is make what John Green said, stick to my brain "What a treacherous thing to believe, that a person is more than a person" It's probably wrong, i'm not very spot on with my quotes, unless it's Napoleon or Claudia Black. Hahaha
But yes. Never go thinking someone is perfect.

Anywho.....
I have Sheena Is A Punk Rocker in my head. It's stabbing at my head, and i will give in and play the song after i finish blogging. Damn, I'd also have to call work and see what time I'm working. I've been putting it off, and I'm thinking the two miss calls I've just received are from work.

My life has been pretty boring of late.
I try to make towers out of my favorite books. And the fact that I actually took pictures proves that I was extremely bored.

It's just a small stack of books, If i had put more it would have toppled over.
I guess the next challenge it to make one big entire tower.







btw, i am anti twlight. The excessive pages in the book came in handy for making this tower.

My Bestfriend

beverly no rhymes really. Just truth. says:
lol
i still haven't eaten my dinner
- alicia has a reason to believe <3 says:
WELL EAT IT BIATCH
I JOLE
I JOLE
UR NOT A BIATCH
UR A DINOSAUR
RAAWRRR
beverly no rhymes really. Just truth. says:
you're a moth
i'm the light
ZAPPPP
you're on the floor fluttering your little wings
hahaha i rendered you flightless
- alicia has a reason to believe <3 says:
U WANT ME TO DIE?
beverly no rhymes really. Just truth. says:
ahah no just incapable of flight

I Just can't figure it out.

Dear Kimya Dawson,
how
dare
you
create
a
song
with lyrics
that speak of qualities
that do not pertain or adhere,
to anyone