weekend was nice.
things are weird.
tomorrow might make me smile.
people are dicks.
people are sweet.
i want sweet.
i don't understand sports radio shows.
i have hours of sleep to catch up on.
jean tweets too much.
i don't really know her.
i'm deleting people on twitter.
need a new book to read.
olafur arnalds is a beautiful composer.
the moon tonight swept me off my feet.
i realized my hate for the word delicious.
i'm getting sick of the word pants, wouldn't have called it right?
being brunette is lovely.
i'm so frustrated.
in all sorts of frustrating ways.
this is obnoxious.
maybe i forgot how to blog.
maybe..
i...


fuck

you must stick up for yourself, son. nevermind what anybody else done.

Wow, I definitely looked at my MSN profile just now, and found pictures literally from 6th and 7th grade.
Here is proof that I was blonde, and also proof that I was an AWFUL looking blonde. These are horrendous, I had so many awkward stages growing up. Oh well. Ha, I love how a few blogs back I posted a bunch of old pictures, who would have thought I would find even older ones?










but the worst one of all :




Haha, wow, heres to one of the most embarrassing blogs of my life.
There are so much more pictures too. But I'm not even going to go there.
Oh well. It was middle school, and, I don't feel as awkward.
Yet, I am pretty awkward.
This is entirely awkward to be honest. Why am I posting this

I also can't believe I'm watching Dead Man on Campus, haha I haven't seen this in so long.
wow.
Blast to the past!

meh.

godspeed you black emperor: two thumbs up.

what i've been into.

so, i've been listening to nothing but instrumentals this past week.
i've been enjoying them more recently for two reasons:
a) it's a chance to really take in every note played by every instrument, rather then trying to focus on the lyrics someone is singing. sometimes, the music just comes out more beautiful. it gives me this...insane, orgasmic rush. (sorry for using imagery.)
b) you can kind of be more creative with these songs. i always paint a picture to it, and tell some sort of story or think of situations heavy on my mind. it intensifies mostly everything i'm thinking of.

lately, it's been a lot of explosions in the sky and various broken social scene songs, along with other orchestra music I downloaded from many sources. I'm still looking for more, new things.
mmm, theres this one broken social scene song that absolutely stuns me. it's so unbelievably chilling and it's called : I slept with Bonhomme at the CBC.
I'm pretty sure Bonhomme is french for snowman, and I found out that CBC stands for 'Canadian Broadcasting Corporation"
so, I found that interesting. and Lacie, since you read this, this is the song I was talking about that i'm pretty sure i want to walk down the aisle to on my wedding day. especially during the part where the japanese sounding instruments come in. i posted a video of this song below if one of you has never heard it. It would be the most perfect wedding, hopefully I'm still as into the song by then as I am now.
I also especially love, love & mathematics, alive in 85 & Da da da da.

Explosions in the sky, my favorites are Yasmin the light, First breath after coma, Glittering blackness, Your hand in mine, The birth & Death of day, and Catastrophe and the cure. A lot of these come from "All of a sudden I miss everyone", "The earth is not a cold dead place" & "Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Live Forever"

So check some of those out while you're at it. The only difference is, explosions in the sky is ALL instrumentals, and Broken Social Scene isn't. these are just songs I really like, but all of their stuff to me is amazing.

This doesn't mean at all that I favor instrumentals over lyrical music. I like it all the same, it's just recently for some reason it has really been fantastic. I go through music phases, i'm sure a lot of you know that. I never stop liking something, i just listen to something else more than other things for a while. Like, around christmas I was listening to all oldies & classics. Which I love to death, but now, it seems to be instrumentals. and I think it's just lovely.

here is the video. please enjoy as I have. try even falling asleep to it, it creates a peaceful rest. oh, and either wait for or skip to 2:35 ish, that's the part that really draws me in.



By the way- this is lyrical but I just now introduced myself with Yeasayers new album "Odd blood", and I really like it! I don't know why I'm overdue on this, I really liked All Hour Cymbals. the first album sounded more...raw? I don't know, they definitely have different sounds to them but I love it!

guilty cubicles

i'm tired.
it was a good day, a spa day to be exact with the best friend.
kristen is coming to see me soon and actually visit me HERE instead of me going there.
so looking forward to it.

i didn't do as much school work as i hoped i would today. i can just make up for it tomorrow.
before i go to savannah : )
ah yay! happiness.
(by the way, what is up with everyone dropping out of school and also doing the internet thing now? i don't understand. is it a new fad? ugh.)
the lights went out last night around 2 am, and the baby i am clung to a flashlight. unless i'm sleeping with someone else next to me, i have to have some sort of light in the room, even if its really small. because when i was younger, i was severely afraid of the dark. i thought that phase of my life was just stagnant memories.
and last night i had the worst rush of fear come over me, the internet shut off, my laptop died after two minutes, and the tv and all the lights had gone off.
i wasn't awake at 2 am, mind you.
but i was woken up by a scared pants. she was trying to get as close to me as possible because the weather and sudden change of power shut off & scared her.
so i grabbed a flashlight and tried reading, basically shivering.
it sucked because i had nobody to call.
i always feel better when i have someones voice to feel comforted by, but i couldn't think of anyone that would seem right.
so i kept reading and holding my flashlight until i read myself to sleep. then, the next morning the power was completely fixed, and i felt so silly for feeling scared. i'm almost 18, i need to get over stupid things like that.
tonight derek and i oovoo'd out of boredom i guess.
his mom flipped out on me for no reason after reading one of our MSN conversations and i have no idea why because there was nothing bad in it, and she was all, it's in your best interest to stay away from derek" and i was just thinking, what? i barely even see him anymore.
but all that mess with his mom is over with when he explained it to me later on oovoo.
then, he stripped.



haha, except that was just a joke.
but i thought this picture was funny anyways, o la la.


bye!

i'm not your friend, i'm not your lover, i'm not your family.

I've learned a lot of new things in general and about myself this weekend.
can I explain them? not really.

everything has congregated nicely, though. understandable for me.
i've even come to realize that intense gusts of wind really freak me out.
like when they make spooky noises at my window, or almost throw me into another lane colliding with an 18-wheeler.
the weather has been, i guess you can say moody. it changes everyday.
my sister's husband told me that Charleston is most likely to have one of the largest earthquakes ever, sitting on a ginormous fault line or something.
that's kind of scary too.
but, i'm not worrying about any of these things right now.
because i can't be anymore anxious/excited to jump into the steamy, scorching shower i have prepared for myself right now.

mmm,

au revoir.

this is going to be a rather short blog.
really wonderful weekend, with major twists.
twists that remain unknown.
i'm at my sisters until tomorrow, then back on that stupid boring drive home.
Kingstree/ Manning is great! pretty southern for my taste-
but I enjoy it. it's a change of pace, i'm at their hunters lodge, cause thats where they live until their own personal house gets built on the farm.
it's really pretty here, my sister had to make advertisements for the farm and kind of used me in her pictures, because she experiments with photography now.
she kind of made me take cheesy-posed pictures and I put them on facebook, which i was kind of awkward about.
but oh well, i was so tired i really didn't feel like taking pictures..
I four wheeled! so fun. um, yeah. it's fun. life has been fun. fun, fun..

then why am i so...ugh.
dont know.
goodbye loverfaces.

:)

"The man who has no tincture of philosophy goes through life imprisoned in the prejudices derived from common sense. While diminishing our feeling of certainty as to what things are, it greatly increases our knowledge as to what things may be."

two and a half hour car ride on my own tomorrow.
i can't wait.
...not.


but it will be a fun weekend.

"pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man"

I just got done watching one of my favorite movies- The Pianist.
it always makes me so sad, though. normally, when i see awful things occur in movies, i remember that it's just a movie.
but movies like this one, are based off of true events. the World War II era is incredibly depressing.
they gave jews no rights at all, the stupid germans would throw wheel-chaired elderly men off of balconies, and murder innocent jewish children if they were doing something simply wrong.
imagine being born like this, in a jewish family, and in this time period. you would have absolutely NO control over anything. and maybe we did go through it all, if you believe in reincarnation.
anyways, the main character (i think in the movie his name is like Wladyslaw or something) is a jew trying to survive the ghetto of WWII being a pianist, and it's a hard struggle for him, of course.
so this movie is kind of inspirational, you can say. I enjoy it a lot because I love anything that has to do with a piano in general. I love the piano, I love anything with keys. The sound, the graceful hand movements, the flow, the notes. mmm.

i had a wonderful, quite fantastic day to say the least.
i was with my little group of friends, and we went to a lunch outing and then kayaking in hampton lakes.
it's so relaxing out there, it's just a lake that divides into different paths only surrounded by trees, and today it was slightly warm and the sun looked phenomenal. playing old classics on my ipod from portable ipod speakers. it was a dream..
then we found this abandoned house on a trail, not really abandoned, just vacant. it had just been built and no one had moved in yet. so we went upstairs and played our predictable game of apples to apples.
i loved today. ah!

i'm confused about so much.
i don't know where to begin...

but i'm not starting here.
goodnight lovers.

there is nothing to blog about, simply because there is too much to blog about.

-i've been enjoying myself.



there.


i can't wait until february.
i can't wait until april.
i'd like to say i can't wait for march..

yours,
mel

yea, i'm infected with a curious nature. the welcome mat said, "god bless this home," not "god damn thy neighbor." they can repeat history but can't recycle paper. they don't see the forest or the trees, just skyscrapers.

love this.

the earth is not a cold dead place

hello, i love you, it's 4 am.
and i'm going through pages and pages of my old myspace comments.
way to make you dearly miss a few faded pals,
i miss 'em. miss 'em a lot.
well... guess it's time to slip into a state of unconsciousness.
sabrina the teenage witch has kept me restless.
what happened to shows like these? the future blows.

cheerio..


-melaaaaa..pants

My last blog doesn't count as a 'blog' cause it's just Brand New lyrics.
Limousine is a wonderful song from "The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me", check it out if you haven't done so. Although it's...old. I like daisy alright, just not my favorite album. Very different.

So, today I realized that my 70 something year old yoga instructor might have a weird thing for me.
(I know, why would a man that age teach yoga? Well, he only does once a week, the rest of the days women teach it and it's usually better. But today, Mondays, Ray does. The old man.)
I find it REALLY creepy. Bridget, Abby, and I took his class tonight. There were a few other people in there as well. Bridget has always joked around like, you are Rays teachers pet, and stupid things like that but I never really took it seriously & laughed it off. But tonight, while I was sitting indian style on my mat, with my palms together placed by my chest, eyes closed and relaxed, I opened them to see him staring at my chest and licking the outer layer of his nasty lips.
At first, I was just like, well, whatever thats probably nothing. But then he kept saying "Yes Mel, beautiful pose. Beautiful." And Bridget and Abby just kind of stared and giggled a little bit. AND when I was in my downward dog pose, (which you are on your hands and the tips of your toes with your tailbone in the air, making an upside down V shape with your body) he traced my legs with his fingertips from my ankles up to my butt, and pulled it up towards the sky more. and then I collapsed and gave him a funny look.
I couldn't make eye contact with him for the rest of that class, feeling awkward and invaded.
Then he pulled me aside at the end saying "your flexibility and stamina is fantastic, I really think you should look into instructing your own class one day Mel" and put his HAND on my leg moving to my inner thigh. I quickly jumped up to Bridget and Abby and said, Lets go. Now.
Abby kept joking about it to the bathroom and I couldn't find it funny this time, Bridget could tell how bothered I was so we both kept telling her to stop.
I don't think I want to go to yoga on Monday nights anymore.
I am so mortified.

I'm sick of boys.
Now I'm really sick of old men.
I'm sick of that whole gender.
When they aren't emotionally hurting you, they are molesting you with their eyes.

Ugh.
I am going to watch an episode of sex and the city and call it a night. I have a few things to do in the morning. I'll finish this up, with a survey.

Layer One - Stats...
-Name: Melanie
-- Birth date: July 18th 1992
-- Birthplace: Roanoke, VA
-- Current Location: hilton head. ha.
-- Eye Color: blue
-- Hair Color: brown
-- Height: 5'4... I think? I lack the nice pair of long legs you hear about in books. :(
-- Righty or Lefty: righty!
-- Zodiac Sign: cancer.

Layer Two - Describe...
-- Your heritage: russian, cuban, and just recently found out i'm 25% lebanese.
-- The shoes you wore today: Some silver flats.
-- Your weakness: boys with charming words and musical prodigies.
-- Your fears: vomiting, and the unknown. even though there is no point.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: I can't ever seem to achieve them.
-- Your favorite way to wake up: looking over at my phone to see an unread text message enclosed with a clever way to tell me good morning. or just good morning all on it's own. love it.

Layer Three - Tell..
-- Your most overused phrase on MSN: I don't know.
-- Your thoughts first waking up: why the fuck did I dream about those people?
-- Your best physical feature: um. this is awkward. I have gotten my eyes, and I have gotten my lips before. but in my opinion, I'm not too sure.
-- Your most missed memory: I certainly don't have just one, but there are a couple in mind which i will never say or type aloud. they are for me to enjoy only :)

Layer Four - You prefer...
-- Pepsi or Coke: coke, but actually pepsi sometimes.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: ew. I'm not big on fast food anymore.
-- Single or group dates: depending on who it's with.
-- Adidas or Nike: no.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: lipton?
-- Chocolate or vanilla: absolutely vanilla, absolutely.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: cappuccino.

Layer Five - Do you...?
-- smoke: negative.
-- Cuss: cunt.
-- Sing well: ...in the shower? : ) ha, i'm not bad. I just choose not to sing in front of people I'm not comfortable around.
-- Take a shower everyday: Mhm.
-- Have a crush(es): ha, yes.
-- Do you think you've been in love: hmm, definitely.
-- Want to go to college: yes sir. very close to it!
-- Like high school: eh.
-- Want to get married: hell yeah.
-- Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: oh, like how they teach you on mavis beacon or whatever. no. no, i don't.
-- Believe in yourself: this is gay.
-- Get motion sickness: yeah, somewhat.
-- Think you're attractive: I'M A SEXY BEAAAAAAST. haha, i have certain days where i'm really low on myself, and days where i'm more confident.
-- Think you're a health freak: not a health freak, but I've been more into my health lately.
-- Get along with your parents: ultimately, yes. Not long ago, I was a monster to them..
-- Like thunderstorms: i think they are peaceful. but sometimes when they are too harsh, I get in "find-the-closest-blanket-and-hide-under-it" mode.
-- Play an instrument: mhm, piano. I was going through some old piano books I had before and I can read notes fairly well, and not the easy childrens shit either.

Layer Six - In the past, did/have you...
-- Drank alcohol: Yes.
-- Smoke(d): I have. I don't.
-- Done a drug: mhm.
-- Have Sex: mhm.. i'm not a nympho though. it was really only one person, kind of. this survey is too personal, i don't like it.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: no
-- Eaten sushi: my weakness!
-- Been on stage: yes.
-- Gone skating: ice skating, is the best kind of skating.
-- Made homemade cookies: only the best.
-- Gone skinny dipping: definitely.
-- Dyed your hair: yeah, i'm done with dying hair though.
-- Stolen anything: jeez.

Layer Seven - The future...
-- Age you hope to be married: anytime from tomorrow to my dying breath. as long as i'm head over heels for someone and vice versa. age don't matter.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: ideal number of children is 2. i'd be happy with one though, and three or more if that's what me and whoever wanted. and as far as names, I really like Zoe, and I like blythe. but whatever my sexy man wants. : )
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: somewhere cute. with cute music. and cute friends.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: I used to want to be in massage therapy, but now i'm interested in the psychiatric field. or fashion design. wow, way different choices.
-- What country would you most like to visit: I'd love to go around Europe! I think Greece would be amazing as well. Actually, I just want to leave the country. I'm applying for a passport tomorrow, we are planning a cruise in April. And apparently I don't have one of those, so I'm not able to leave the country. To me, nowhere exists until I visit it myself, stand on it's ground. I can't base my thoughts on a place just by other peoples words and pictures. It just seems like a story tale. So when I see these places for myself, they will exist more to me.

Layer eight - Opposite sex
-- Best eye color? brown, blue, green. doesn't matter.
-- Best hair color? brown.
-- Short or long hair?: short or long, but preferably long.
-- Best height: taller than me, but not TOO tall. enough to where I can still easily kiss him. : )
-- Best weight: comfortable.
-- Best articles of clothing: whatever is fine
-- Best first date location: i don't care.
-- Best first kiss location: the first kiss itself is enough to be fond of.

Layer nine - Number of...
-- people I could trust with my life: 4
-- CDs that I own: too many to count. mostly mixes.
-- piercing: ears.
-- Number of tattoos: zip.
-- times my name has been in the newspaper?: um.
-- scars on my body: three or four.
-- things in my past that I regret: as much as i'd like to regret things, nothing can be perfect. imperfection is beauty.

i'll never have to buy adjacent plots of earth.

beauty supreme.
Yeah, you were right about me.
But can I get myself out from underneath
This guilt that will crush me
and in the choir I saw our sad Messiah.
He was bored and tired of my laments.
Said, "I died for you one time, but never again"
Never again, never again, never again.

well I love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don't reply.
'cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.


-one'll love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don't reply.
'cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.
-two'll love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don't reply.
'cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.
-three'll love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don't reply.
'cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.
-four'll love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don't reply.
'cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.
-five'll love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don't reply,
'cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.
-six will love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don't reply.
'cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.
-seven loves you so much, but do me a favor baby, don't reply.
'cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.


Nice day. Nice friends.
Serenity.
Sanity.
I feel damn good.

If you walk away, I'll walk away. first tell me which road you will take, I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday.

so, when I said I'd be out of contact for a while-
I kind of was. but only for a couple of days.
Me, half-assing things as usual.

I took a whirl around 'BlogSpot' to notice how many people seem to have blogs these days. It's like everyone does now!
It reminds me of the old days, when everybody had a xanga in middle school. There was no myspace or facebook, and definitely not twitter. (by the way, for those who are interested, this is MY old xanga. Slightly embarrassing!)
But anyways, I dont know if I like the fact that everyone has one or not.
It doesn't seem as private, or as unique. But it's always nice knowing what people are thinking, although I don't read the blogs of people I don't know that well. Only the people I follow.

This weekend I hid out in Beaufort. I spend some time at the Beaufort Animal shelter with a good friend of mine, Kristen. We played with all the kittens & gave attention to the caged in dogs, who looked so depressed. It was ultimately a pretty saddening experience. I saw the cutest beagle though! After that, we head over to a restaurant that resembled Hilton Head's Fancy Q.
It was alright. I headed home. I was greeted by my lovely sister, I only see her once every month or so and miss her immensely in between. I had a great time seeing her.
It was nice to see my mom as well.
ha, my sister and i came across this bizarre newspaper article.
haha, like, what? why. I have picked up the infamous "what why?" statement after being around my sister, it's like our thing (plus lacie) ...we have odd humor. anyways, i thought that was really random, shrinking sheep? really?

Also, here is the cake I made for my moms birthday. Which is actually a couple weeks away, we just celebrated super early.


Yeah, once again. We're a little weird.
Then last night I started knitting a really pretty black & white scarf. And then I basically finished it today before i left beaufort. I still have a bit more to do. knitting is relaxing, and I haven't done it in a year or two. It's one of those things where you will never forget how to do it, like riding a bike.

I really want to see Youth In Revolt.
Mostly because the love of my life is in it.
It's not like I only like him because he is the biggest cutie of all time, and witty in his movies, but he is JUST as wonderful in his interviews.
He talked about all the bands he liked and it was lovely! like, mostly everything I like. And he's so random. But oh well, he's too old anyways ;p.

i'm excited for later.


so if you walk away, i'll walk away.

it's completely clear to me.
i don't need this.






i think i am going to be out of contact for a while.
um, hm, yeah. i would say so.

always,
me.

"If you always knew the truth, then the world would spin around you; are you dizzy?"

Who needs a Tumblr (which is oddly missing an "E" in the name, but that gives it it's originality) when you have a...
BLOGSPOT. It's simple, and to the point.
Sex and the City TWO movie, is out in May.
It will be stupid though, only because Miley Cyrus is making a cameo. Ugh! Who directs these things?
Other than that, I'm guessing the movie wont be much different then the first. Charlotte being married with a baby now, Miranda....yeah, and Samantha and Carrie being slutttts.

Ummm...what else. Oh, I'm sick. My voice sounds raspy and weird. Kinda like it. Visit me at Abercrombie tomorrow, 3-8.
Probably won't get any visitors from this though, haha. Oh well.

I really hope my future kid looks just like this. [maybe if i slept with terry?]
If the kid has the talent that this kid does, then I know he got it from me.




you make me ANGRY.

Eight flew over, one was destroyed.

I like driving by myself. No one there to distract me from my thoughts. occasionally, at night, when it's partially dark and there are no other cars in sight- I will imagine life sized black boxes popping up many yards ahead of me on the road. In the beginning, I'd get scared almost even hit the breaks. Before I can get my mind to it, I realized that the boxes went away when I approached them, and I would keep driving until another one showed up. Tonight, this reoccurred. The reason I like driving by myself is because it unlocks this vault I had stored in God knows where, holding the creative mind I had before reality sunk in.
You know. That one time, where you'd be at the pool with your parents and friends & worrying about what rays you caught, and if you have just enough tanning oil on. No, instead you would worry about the scientists who are on a quest to find you & your mermaid friends in the big ocean you are swimming deep in (with your ankles crossed, making the prettiest mermaid tail of all your friends) aka; your average neighborhood pool.
It was that time when you weren't considered crazy for imagining the most obscene of things, but then age and knowledge hits you and suddenly those thoughts will only place you in the madhouse.
Anyways, I started zoning out as I was driving home, making fantasies in my head about these boxes. Created an adventure.
I had a movie mapped out in my head, while at the same time I was able to concentrate on driving cautiously; which to me reminds me of how beautiful the brain really is. I imagined those boxes, except tweaking it up a bit. This is what I painted.
I was driving through all the boxes, and then I stopped before it was able to disappear. I look around- vacant all around me. I open the box, and a poorly dressed show girl it seems tumbles down on me. She is cut in half; horizontally. I look up, there are suddenly cars everywhere, people screaming and rushing towards the scene and rummaging through their purses to look for a phone to call '911'. I turn over the top half of the woman, so a face could be seen. It wasn't any woman, it was me. I was looking into the eyes of myself, and while it was such a messy sight, her face...(my face) was the only thing that was clean and pure. It was better than my face in fact. I looked at the face, and saw my eyes open. my pupils looked like nothing but a small black island surrounded by a deep blue ocean. Eyelashes to the sky.
I looked down to her/my mouth. Pearly whites, beautiful.
Lips, rosy and full.
skin- flawless.
It was me, but better.
I looked back up, the crowd of people had disappeared, and I was standing on nothing but an endless straight as a stick bridge. I look back down, the cut in half woman/myself was vanished as well.

I panic now, I hate not knowing what is at the end of something. Like what seemed to be the endless bridge where I couldn't make out where it started or ended. But I kept driving anyways. and I kept picturing different places I ran into, huge one eyed men and trees with claws trying to sweep me away.

Then I imagine myself driving, just as I am in reality, I'm going down spanish wells road thinking about how amazing it was that I got out of all of that alive, without a scratch on my car to show for it. Also thinking about how badly I wanted to tell people about the odd adventure I had just had. But then another box shows up; I accelerate...it's just going to disappear anyways.

Except, the box didn't disappear. I crashed into it and my car and myself had exploded.
And unfortunately-

I died before I could write any of it down in my blog.

Idgaf!

there are no ghosts, watchin' through your walls.
so put the cross down.

does the wife mind the touch, of your reddened hand?
or the money on your breath.
does your balance turn her on, regardless of the sin?





I need to go.

"hey i gotta go, i need to text that girl and be fucking cute-sy with her so i can get my dick sucked tomorrow"

hahahahaha. I read that quote & couldn't help but to think of this one guy with hair and glasses.

I wonder if this is every guys prerogative behind 'cute-sy' texts. that would suck. cute-sy texts are my favorite things in the world.


'specially the good morning ones.
: )

Is it just me, or does the fact that scientists have been researching the possibility of in-habitation on the moon freak the fuck out of you too?

By the way, morning sucks when it's 10:21 am being abruptly woken up by a Bridget Tilton next to you in bed. Especially when one has suffered the worst insomnia of um, their LIFE, the night before.

Okay, I probably actually fell asleep around 7. Cheers to my day being run on less than about 3 hours of sleep. We'll see how this goes. Empty house for one more night. What will I do with it? Everyone has school the next day, possibly nothing fun to do. Well, Nick Heitmann wanted to come over last night with us when he IM'd me on AIM realizing the house was empty. But being the awkward excuse maker I am, that didn't occur either. Besides, if anyone did come over, Bridget and I couldn't have taken our 1 hour bubble bath together. Yes, naked. Anyone get boners yet?

I know I did.

mm mm mm mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
it's been such a wonderful day. tonight has no limits, so loves of mine, just call : )

In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.