took a trip on a gemini spacecraft, and I thought about you.
I passed through the shadow of Jupiter,
and I thought about you.
Man alive.
I was sweating my assbuns off yesterday because it was so hot, and now it's brrrrrrr and I'm walking around in the warm cottony PJs periodically leaving the apartment for hot coffee in various locations, including Jack in the Box, McDonald's, and CC's. CON.SUM.ER. WH.ORE. I could brew my own, but I don't own a pot, nor do I like my neighbors' coffee, nor am I in the mood for tea as an alternative. And I like being on the road, when the heater's on.
...
Not that you needed to know all that.
LSU school paper had a comic once about how Louisiana experiences all seasons in one day, or week, perpetually.
Too true.
I am studying and quiet today. Surrounded by empty styrofoam that smells like caffeinated goo, and working on projects, and just being still. Last night, of course, I was not. Heard some great reggae and brass, got my face licked, worked up an incriminating tab at the bar (damn you online banking for your convenience!), sent half-coherent text messages in the blur, and momentarily thought about nothing.
CONGRATS, CHRIS AND DAVE! Hooray for me having an actual room to sleep in when I go over! <3 <3 <3 Heheh.
Now, a little something I created in an effort to put off studying and update semi-substantially. I wish it didn't take up so much damn time, I'd do this more often.
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Firstly, on this day, I have been listening to this album on repeat. I'm on my eigth spin, I think. Ah, Bowie. I blame Chandra for my renewed love over this past year.
Ovarian Desire: Bai Ling is so completely hot.
I recently dyed my hair golden brown, in an effort to make it all one even color. It looks exactly the same. I am soon going to cut it for the first time in my entire life, just trying to decide on a style. Eh, time for a change, twenty-two years is long enough. Yes, no one's happy about it. Just kinda bemused at my choice. I will donate it, of course.
I got a painting, at last, to fill that space on the other side of my living room wall. It's creepy art, it disturbs people, and it matches my curtains. Previously Sara's curtains.
Although not taking any Deutsch courses this semester, I have been practicing. I'm at the point where I can either forget all I've learned over time, or practice and master the language. Guess which?
Giggle. Working out again has been good times, I tell you. My body and I are, frankly, appalled that we can do these things. I was, of course, in gymnastics until high school. My body is not completely lost, yey. Soon I will listen to German audiobooks while I do my Pilates and own weird mix of exercises, practicing as I... practice.
When not listening to and speaking German, I listen to Marilyn Manson as I work out. It keeps me interested in disliking myself just long enough to finish a painful work out. Later, naturally I like me more. That's the point of it, I think.
Ovarian Desire: Dita von Teese. There's one couple I might shag.
Speaking of, Amber and I finally found the (s)AINT video, that was banned in America.
............
.......
...
.
Now I understand. AHEMWAHAHEM. Why he still manages to spark my desire after being covered in other people's bodily fluids, doped up like a missing scene from Trainspotting, and practically swimming in his own vomit, I may never know. I can tell you one thing, it ain't his looks.
Tinkerbell is evidently hiding in a berry bush outside the vet's office.
I finally just went and bought House of Leaves. This book has disturbed my dreams and frustrated my psyche for the last time. Since it never seems to be at the library when I go to confront it, I decided to just own it. It's a love-hate relationship that consists of me wondering how the book managed to get me so scared.
Ovarian Desire: Gillian Anderson is absofuckinglutely beautiful, even blonde. Though I prefer the red. I wouldn't care if she kissed me. Mreh.
I finally managed to watch American Psycho after a couple of years of blatant refusal to do so on the basis that I dislike Christian Bale. Perhaps Batman Begins warmed me to him. I still dislike him, but I gotta hand it to the bastard: he IS one of the great actors of the modern world. And his body is nothing to scoff at, namely how he can transform it. (American Psycho [-] The Machinist EEE. [+] Batman Begins.)
Although I think now, should I actually meet him in person, my skin would fall off as I try to run in ten different directions at once. O_O
I am now reading the book.
BAAAIH all over again. ... I love it.
Saw Asylum. Marton Csokas is so my tortured artist lover-to-be.
Who doesn't want absolutely psychotic gothick-ish lovins? :\
My mom: "I never knew what you saw in this guy until I watched this movie. He is MANFLESH."
I said: "When he is not donning horrible blonde wigs, yes. He is beautiful in ways that make you nervous."
Prickly, dangerous, and kinda big and scary, but beautiful.
I blame tilly_stratford for my new online obsession.
I finally got this damn thing. Damning damn it. MINE.
The Neil Gaiman section fits nicely on my new black shelf, along with select treasures and journals. Took me like three hours to set it up. Even though the top and bottom are on backwards, I DID IT.
A random picture of my rearviewmirror. The pin is my mom's, the skeleton was an old Halloween gift from Sistership-Ivy. His name is "Scullder" since I couldn't pick just Scully or just Mulder. I thought they looked pretty damn funny together, pin and skull.
Valo is the nicest cat ever.
Alpo is still a troublesome goob. Seen here, crooning at the door for no damn reason.
Amber and Doug's Infi-kitty (Infidel for long) goes postal.
...
You know you thought that was funny.
My belated Christmas gift to the Amber in question. The shirt, er, not the .... boobage. Woman doesn't need more of that!
This is from Amber's wedding last year-- me (maid of honor) and the best man. We matched purple-y! Apple polly loggies, for the quality, but I can't get over the two conniving faces in the back of us. The groom and groomsman are plotting the end of the world, clearly. When those silly bastards manage to give me proper wedding pictures, I will post a giant gleeful spam.
I was not entirely sober, but considerably more alert than my friend here. Ahem.
You sass that hoopy Chris?!
I am a fan of the Lime.
SPIRIT FINGERS, EVERYONE!
I have no idea what's going on. I think Chris is doing the Vulcan peace fingers, and I'm showing some love as usual. The rest...
Note: Tea is prone to ridiculous amounts of GIDDY, late at night, amongst the lovely ladies! Hooray for sis, Desi-doo, and Christine, the phantom's lover! Er. NOT. *flings jealousy*
everyone
looks brilliant
from above!
This one seriously cracks me up.
Have another one, girls!
We need to do that again, sometime.
And lastly, I found this picture nestled somewhere in my files. Think it's been there a while. And a fine farewell to you, boys.
Stay tuned for pirate wenchliness, and a bunch of other crap I left out.
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this is the trip
and this is the business we take
this is our number
all my trials
lord, will be remembered
everything has changed.
--------------------------------------------
Vielen Dank für das Lesen. Ich hoffe, dass Sie hallo sagen!
--------------------------------------------
Think I'm gonna go make a pointless poll.
Hmm.
and I thought about you.
Man alive.
I was sweating my assbuns off yesterday because it was so hot, and now it's brrrrrrr and I'm walking around in the warm cottony PJs periodically leaving the apartment for hot coffee in various locations, including Jack in the Box, McDonald's, and CC's. CON.SUM.ER. WH.ORE. I could brew my own, but I don't own a pot, nor do I like my neighbors' coffee, nor am I in the mood for tea as an alternative. And I like being on the road, when the heater's on.
...
Not that you needed to know all that.
LSU school paper had a comic once about how Louisiana experiences all seasons in one day, or week, perpetually.
Too true.
I am studying and quiet today. Surrounded by empty styrofoam that smells like caffeinated goo, and working on projects, and just being still. Last night, of course, I was not. Heard some great reggae and brass, got my face licked, worked up an incriminating tab at the bar (damn you online banking for your convenience!), sent half-coherent text messages in the blur, and momentarily thought about nothing.
CONGRATS, CHRIS AND DAVE! Hooray for me having an actual room to sleep in when I go over! <3 <3 <3 Heheh.
Now, a little something I created in an effort to put off studying and update semi-substantially. I wish it didn't take up so much damn time, I'd do this more often.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Firstly, on this day, I have been listening to this album on repeat. I'm on my eigth spin, I think. Ah, Bowie. I blame Chandra for my renewed love over this past year.
Ovarian Desire: Bai Ling is so completely hot.
I recently dyed my hair golden brown, in an effort to make it all one even color. It looks exactly the same. I am soon going to cut it for the first time in my entire life, just trying to decide on a style. Eh, time for a change, twenty-two years is long enough. Yes, no one's happy about it. Just kinda bemused at my choice. I will donate it, of course.
I got a painting, at last, to fill that space on the other side of my living room wall. It's creepy art, it disturbs people, and it matches my curtains. Previously Sara's curtains.
Although not taking any Deutsch courses this semester, I have been practicing. I'm at the point where I can either forget all I've learned over time, or practice and master the language. Guess which?
Giggle. Working out again has been good times, I tell you. My body and I are, frankly, appalled that we can do these things. I was, of course, in gymnastics until high school. My body is not completely lost, yey. Soon I will listen to German audiobooks while I do my Pilates and own weird mix of exercises, practicing as I... practice.
When not listening to and speaking German, I listen to Marilyn Manson as I work out. It keeps me interested in disliking myself just long enough to finish a painful work out. Later, naturally I like me more. That's the point of it, I think.
Ovarian Desire: Dita von Teese. There's one couple I might shag.
Speaking of, Amber and I finally found the (s)AINT video, that was banned in America.
............
.......
...
.
Now I understand. AHEMWAHAHEM. Why he still manages to spark my desire after being covered in other people's bodily fluids, doped up like a missing scene from Trainspotting, and practically swimming in his own vomit, I may never know. I can tell you one thing, it ain't his looks.
Tinkerbell is evidently hiding in a berry bush outside the vet's office.
I finally just went and bought House of Leaves. This book has disturbed my dreams and frustrated my psyche for the last time. Since it never seems to be at the library when I go to confront it, I decided to just own it. It's a love-hate relationship that consists of me wondering how the book managed to get me so scared.
Ovarian Desire: Gillian Anderson is absofuckinglutely beautiful, even blonde. Though I prefer the red. I wouldn't care if she kissed me. Mreh.
I finally managed to watch American Psycho after a couple of years of blatant refusal to do so on the basis that I dislike Christian Bale. Perhaps Batman Begins warmed me to him. I still dislike him, but I gotta hand it to the bastard: he IS one of the great actors of the modern world. And his body is nothing to scoff at, namely how he can transform it. (American Psycho [-] The Machinist EEE. [+] Batman Begins.)
Although I think now, should I actually meet him in person, my skin would fall off as I try to run in ten different directions at once. O_O
I am now reading the book.
BAAAIH all over again. ... I love it.
Saw Asylum. Marton Csokas is so my tortured artist lover-to-be.
Who doesn't want absolutely psychotic gothick-ish lovins? :\
My mom: "I never knew what you saw in this guy until I watched this movie. He is MANFLESH."
I said: "When he is not donning horrible blonde wigs, yes. He is beautiful in ways that make you nervous."
Prickly, dangerous, and kinda big and scary, but beautiful.
I blame tilly_stratford for my new online obsession.
I finally got this damn thing. Damning damn it. MINE.
The Neil Gaiman section fits nicely on my new black shelf, along with select treasures and journals. Took me like three hours to set it up. Even though the top and bottom are on backwards, I DID IT.
A random picture of my rearviewmirror. The pin is my mom's, the skeleton was an old Halloween gift from Sistership-Ivy. His name is "Scullder" since I couldn't pick just Scully or just Mulder. I thought they looked pretty damn funny together, pin and skull.
Valo is the nicest cat ever.
Alpo is still a troublesome goob. Seen here, crooning at the door for no damn reason.
Amber and Doug's Infi-kitty (Infidel for long) goes postal.
...
You know you thought that was funny.
My belated Christmas gift to the Amber in question. The shirt, er, not the .... boobage. Woman doesn't need more of that!
This is from Amber's wedding last year-- me (maid of honor) and the best man. We matched purple-y! Apple polly loggies, for the quality, but I can't get over the two conniving faces in the back of us. The groom and groomsman are plotting the end of the world, clearly. When those silly bastards manage to give me proper wedding pictures, I will post a giant gleeful spam.
I was not entirely sober, but considerably more alert than my friend here. Ahem.
You sass that hoopy Chris?!
I am a fan of the Lime.
SPIRIT FINGERS, EVERYONE!
I have no idea what's going on. I think Chris is doing the Vulcan peace fingers, and I'm showing some love as usual. The rest...
Note: Tea is prone to ridiculous amounts of GIDDY, late at night, amongst the lovely ladies! Hooray for sis, Desi-doo, and Christine, the phantom's lover! Er. NOT. *flings jealousy*
everyone
looks brilliant
from above!
This one seriously cracks me up.
Have another one, girls!
We need to do that again, sometime.
And lastly, I found this picture nestled somewhere in my files. Think it's been there a while. And a fine farewell to you, boys.
Stay tuned for pirate wenchliness, and a bunch of other crap I left out.
--------------------------------------------
this is the trip
and this is the business we take
this is our number
all my trials
lord, will be remembered
everything has changed.
--------------------------------------------
Vielen Dank für das Lesen. Ich hoffe, dass Sie hallo sagen!
--------------------------------------------
Think I'm gonna go make a pointless poll.
Hmm.