dreaming of dark woods, and wings, and blood..
the long weekend should've lasted longer. i'm really in no condition to be back at work. the weekend mostly consisted of high notes what with learning new choreography, seeing
sanju after ages, watching prince caspian, playing rock band, writing crack!plots for a movie i'll be filming soon and spending a ton of time with different friends. but still. i need more time away. away from what, i'm not quite sure, but away just the same.
i've pretty much been a zombie at my desk all day.
i promised myself i wouldn't do this, but i just couldn't stop myself. so i went ahead and started re-reading
mistful's drop dead gorgeous, which is one of the most beautiful fics ever. since i'm programmed to read/watch pieces that deliver the maximum amount of heartache, i figured i was fighting a losing battle anyway. yielding really is the most sensible course of action, ne?
mmhm.
speaking of fights and the like, i watched a few more episodes of firefly last night and now i'm torn between whether i ♥ mal or simon more. can i have them both? hee. i mean, snarky hot-headed leader vs. socially awkward and highly intelligent doctor? meep! a girl really shouldn't have to decide between the two
i have absolutely no food at home. the bread is 2 weeks past the fresh date, the milk technically expired 10 days ago but they both taste fine so i've been refraining from doing any groceries. i should really go today though. which reminds me - somehow i'll have to stock up my kitchen and cook a batch of items before my mum comes to visit in a month's time; i'll have to give off the illusion of living like a proper human being. i've been able to fool my dad so far, but it'll be much harder to deceive la maman. i highly doubt she'll be appreciative of the fact that i've literally been living on soup and cereal for the past 3 months, while assuring her on a daily basis over the phone that yes, i am eating my veggies and fruits and guess what! i made pasta and stir-fry and this and that.
i know. if there is an afterlife, they'll punish me like tantalus. i'll be forever suspended in a pool, unable to reach the succulent fruit overhead or sate my thirst from the water around my ankles, starving for all of eternity.
but enough with the morbidity.
i've been putting off reading the last installment of twilight for the past cuppla days. new moon got on my nerves in countless ways, which is unfortunate because i think the story itself has potential. if only bella wasn't such a nauseating hypocrite or a complete twit. guh!
i'm cold. i've been cold all day, even though i'm dressed unreasonably warm given today's mild temperatures. maybe i'm falling ill. for the umpteenth time. hurrah.