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Yeah... I'm slow sometimes.

Jun. 3rd, 2008 | 09:09 pm
mood: amusedamused
music: Royksopp: "Sparks"

So I was sitting here on my very uncomfortable came-with-the-apartment-and-do-to-this-looks-like-old-used-hotel-furniture couch, listening to the guy upstairs screaming and throwing shit on the floor for about an hour when I finally got fed up and decided to text him (he had facebooked me his phone number just in case I wanted to tell him to shut up). Here is the text conversation:

Me: "Hey. Could you please stop screaming and throwing shit at your floor. It's shaking my ceiling."
Response: "Hey. I don't know who you are but i am going to scream all I want. OBAMA! Yeah!"

This still seemed normal to me as the guy upstairs does not have my phone number...


Me: "It's the girl downstairs. I agree with you about Obama but he can't hear you just so you know."
Response: "yea right! no one lives downstairs cuz i live n a 1 story! and he can't hear me but he can feel me baby! whoo hoo!"

It was at this moment that I realized I texted the wrong person.

::smacks forhead::

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I need a fix cuz I'm going down...

Apr. 24th, 2008 | 06:07 pm
music: ::Friends on the tv::

Finals. Need. To. DIE!

I need something. Anything. Alcohol preferably... maybe not. I don't drink much I promise. Just after something stressful (like finals!), I need a drink. Yes. NEED. Completely dependent on alcohol after finals. Don't hate.

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Silentium! by Fyodor Tyutchev

Apr. 12th, 2008 | 11:59 am
mood: peacefulpeaceful
music: ::nothing::

Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.

How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.

Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.

By: Fyodor Tyutchev
Translated by: Vladimir Nabokov

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The most awful way to wake up in the morning:

Apr. 7th, 2008 | 12:36 am
mood: sleepysleepy
music: Mr. Bungle: "RetroVertigo"

::horrible retching sound coming from the center of my room::

Me (mumbling): "What the shit is that?"
Kisa: ::gag gag gag::
Me: Oh god. No kisa no kisa noooo KIISA!"
Kisa: ::barf::
Me: DAMN IT! Bitch! ::mumbles to the bathroom::

After this awful encounter with my cat, I walk out of my room to the living room to see my roommate sniggering on the couch.

Me: "You heard that huh?"
Her: "Yup. It was fucking hilarious."

::sigh:: Oh what would life be without pets?

The evil catCollapse )

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If you want to survive out here, you've got to know where your towel is

Dec. 6th, 2007 | 05:19 pm
mood: weirdweird

So pretty much I'm living in the ghetto of the university area. We've been on the news at least twice a week for about 2 weeks. Robberies and all that jazz. I need to move. Of course no one wants to live here so this is proving to be rather difficult.

The semester is finally almost over. Finals suck and I think my Ways of Knowing class kicked my ass. Hopefully everything will work out ok.

There has actually been nothing new going on which is kind of sad. I need something new already. I'm bored.

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Nov. 30th, 2007 | 05:10 pm
music: Belle and Sebastian: "Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying"

I want to hongi someone.

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No one on the corner has swagger like us

Nov. 4th, 2007 | 07:05 pm
mood: curiouscurious
music: M.I.A: "Paper Planes"

So I have to take 10 more classes and I can graduate. I should be done by next December. Freakin finally.

My cousin's getting married and she's having a dinner thing on Sunday which means I get to go back to Miami this coming weekend. Yay! I haven't been home in almost 3 months. Plus I get to wear a very sexy dress. lol!

Someone drunk guy tried to steal a bag of chips at subway the other day. He got caught.

Two very drunk woman came up to my friend and I yesterday (one holding a dog and a stick [no she was not blind]) asking for money for a cheeseburger and letting us know that PMS actually stand for "Putting up with Men's Shit". Quite an interesting day...

Alright I have to go finish "The Tempest".

Peace out.

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Happy Birthday to Me.

Sep. 22nd, 2007 | 12:29 am

Yup. I'm 22. Crazy. I actually had to renew my license for the first time because it expired. Crazy. I'm tired and going to bed. Not crazy.

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::insert clever subject heading here::

Sep. 14th, 2007 | 05:51 pm
mood: confusedconfused
music: PJ Harvey: "Is This Desire?"

My birthday's coming up in a week. I'll be 22. Twenty Two. Not too shabby I'd say. I'm not old, but I'm not young enough to be considered an idiot. It works out I think.

My classes are ok. I actually have one professor who does not have a god-complex and who does not think that just because they have "Dr." in front of their name everyone else's opinions are ridiculous. It's refreshing actually.

I've been so tired and yet so bored all at the same time. I want something to happen (something good of course). Something different I guess. Going to school for so long gets boring after awhile. ::shrugs::

Lauren's moving to Roswell. I think I'm sad about it, but I'm glad she's going. She wants it. Plus maybe she'll meet a few aliens that will be willing to take us to their home planet on vacation. Assuming they have oxygen that is.

Ok so I'm off. I don't really have anything to say.

Joseph walked on and on
The sunset went down and down
Coldness cooled their desire
And Dawn said, "Let's build a fire"
The sun dressed the trees in green
And Joe said, "Dawn, I feel like a King"
And Dawn's neck and her feet were bare
Sweetness in her golden hair
Said, "I'm not scared"
Turned to her and smiled
Secrets in his eyes
Sweetness of desire
Is this desire
Enough enough
To lift us higher
To lift above?
Hour-long, by hour, may we two stand
When we're dead, between these lands
The sun set behind his eyes
And Joe said, "Is this desire?"
Is this desire
Enough enough
To lift us higher
To lift above?
Is this desire
Enough enough
Enough inside
Is this desire

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Beowulf and Angelina Jolie... eh?

Aug. 30th, 2007 | 08:38 am
mood: sicksick
music: Iron and Wine: "Jesus the Mexican Boy"

Ok so I've never been a huge fan of Beowulf (I mean I appreciate it for what it is. It's quite an impressive piece of literature when you think about it), but Angelina Jolie being Grendel's mom in the new movie just sort of rubs me the wrong way. I love Angelina Jolie, but Grendel's mom is a monster who wants to kill Beowulf and not seduce him as the trailer for the movie suggests. The movie is also all in CGI... they filmed the actors and then made the actors CGI animated... does that seem a bit redundant? If you want them to look live action-y then why not keep them as real people... ::shrugs:: The screenplay is written by Neil Gaiman. Oh Neil... why?


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