on the hunt for shadows, sulfur, and spyglasses
"Why is it that the ones we love, we can't trust?"
dovessomedaysoon
[pink parasols won't save you now, mary poppins]
very strange dream. my brother and i were standing on the edge of this cliff overlooking some gorgeous lagoony area, and he tells me to jump because 'that's what we're supposed to do.' i look down and there are rocks jutting out from the water. angel fish are swimming around as if they are all painted on a 2-d plastic panel and being swirled around by a fairly significant power. my brother jumps and lands safely in the water. i debate jumping but walk over to this other guy, regulus, in all black, who seems to be taking his time. all of a sudden, i'm on a boat [one on a lake in the darkness] and we're talking about where we go when we realize we've been living our life wrong. this same man [ late 20s-30s] sits me down on an old wine crate and explains to me that in event that this should happen, all we should do is to connect constellations with our hands in the right order. i tell this man named 'regulus' [fitting, since i just finished the sixth installment of harry potter] that i need to do such a thing, and i start connecting casseopeia with my hands, which inevitably rearranges my stars. i "wake up" at the cliff, turn to look at dear regulus, and jump. and this long red silk is swirling about me and it takes ages for me to reach the water...the angelfish are still being manuevered...i look up...see dear regulus again and he says 'wait for me.' that's my dream.
[good luck from disneyland - the secret to pancakes]
i woke up one morning at six am and my dad tells me 'today, you are learning how to make pancakes.' inside, i said 'what the fuck?!?' but my stomach was growling like no other and pancakes seemed like a delightful addition to my otherwise empty lactic acid bag of fun. [not to be confused with fun bags, asshole :P ] so, that's when i learned the michael secret to pancakes, which includes buying the bisquick mix, but completely ignoring any and all instructions on the box. i've never been partial to waffles, even belgian ones, so i am completely happy with this new found recipe. i wasn't wearing my contacts or glasses during the entirety of the pedagogical experience so i am not completely sure HOW burned they got, but they tasted like heaven. straight off of what elias said. ain't that the truth, prophet?
[who the hell is hillary duff?]
i think i'm one of the only people i know who hasn't been sucked into the disney channel. all this kim possible, [i don't know any other shows - MICKEY MOUSE CLUB], yeah, i must have skipped the training wheels and gone straight for something else. but apparently, the disney channel has been coming out with 'tween' programs for a couple years now. i guess i'm missing out? Naaaah. and yes, NOW, i know who hillary duff is - she's the happy blonde who played with that blonde guy in that cinderella story. haha...i'm soooo on the ball today. ;) sometimes i feel as though i went from watching snow white to the virgin suicides. i can't look at disney the same way ever since i saw mickey mouse monopoly in mass media. i completely and whole heartedly recommend that film to everyone, but not if you like disney, it might ruin you for life. hm... it will ruin you for life. you'll despise disney princesses. err..i already did that. geez. and on a side note, it kind of bothers me how good i am at monopoly. rolling in the goldenrods, kids.
[breakout your tamborine and your southern bare feet]
there is a gentleman on my friends list who gives a play by play of his life via bulletin. i mean play by play. i can't delete him because we are actually friends, but good lord, what a friend collector he is. [i know he doesn't read these blogs - he's got much more important things to do in his life, like...make bulletins over a detailed account of his date AND asking whether or not he should continue dating this girl, etc.] he used to drop by my 111 room and ask about the question of the week, which was this weekly contest my roommate and i set up. we'd normally have questions like "christina aguilera: heroine or whore?" and people from all over the cunninghams would answer. we actually got in trouble with that one...someone didn't like the word "whore", but we were notorious for fucked up pictures, which we would always have. you name it, we posted it up. i think one question was 'what happened to michael jackson's nose?" that was the scariest picture i have ever seen :x errr...anyways, this gentleman used to stop by on his way to the java hut to get the scoop on the question of the week. completely weird. i think he might have been there when i acquired my scar on my right arm. don't think i ever saw that much blood.
[my statutory date with sirius black]
read the sixth installment in a couple of hours. good read. won't spoil. damn. s'good. and yeah, i still have a soft spot for sirius black. whoo. ;)
[shockolate truffles that santi clause brings]
so, as most of you know, i rarely ever buy peons gifts, i make stuff instead. [i say peons mostly because it sounds fun aloud. i love you, peons.] someone has made an executive decision that i make truffles this year. but no worries, i'm still making sugar cookies like i normally do. the kind where i buy the sugar cookie mix and follow none of the instructions. much like the cupcakes i made last year that never seemed to get dry as days passed by. ;) make sure you're on the peon list. i need to know how many tins to prepare. and how much cocoa to buy. um...of course, you don't need to let me know til like 3 days before christmas because we all know i won't get my act together until then. :P
still sitting on santa's lap for pictures. since 1983.
let's hope it's not a perv this year.
haha