city is mine its burning tonight.
just the other day, saturday i think, i was whining about how i want to, how i need to go dancing, things. and then yesterday, i was going home & noticed
a flyer on the wall by the door. went squee and thought 'tomorrow! dance! even if i have to go by myself.' & i froze my fingers riding my bike home without any gloves. i'm surprised they didnt fall off. but i missed the death scene on six feet under. damn.
but tonight its dans! or atleast sitting drinking smoking in the corner popping my head filled with nicotine. & fake vodka ribena. its not really vodka & its not really ribena. just black currant juice i made + koskenkorva. its quite weak but duh. know one can tell the proper strenght for vodkaribena, no matter how fake it is, at half nine in the morning. the little swedish bred darlings are going to play some basketball on the near by school yard + drink beer first and i shall join them there. squee. its like the comeback of the good old wednesday nights under marcus' kitchen table. & its warm now. spring time. i need to make myself a belle & sebastian tape, for nice riding my bike home & to school moments with the sun on my face.
i need a needle. to sew hearts on the gloves i nicked from a random person here at school. cos theyre ugly and plain the way they are now. & guess who's going up to the dj saying 'i would be the happiest girl on earth if you'll play the smiths' this charming man' fluttering her lashes like it was the end of the world.
disco dancing with the rapists!
oh & i made a new layout while i should be working on my school applying stuff. things i dont _have to_ do but will anyway. just incase shit happens. i still have to sort out the art star thingie. & other stuff too i guess. x