Tuesday, April 29, 2008

not sure

Say NO to plastic bags on May 1 2008.
This facebook event currently has 8,925 guests attending( not literally attending).
I think that it is cool, but I barley go out and shop, and I surely won't be out shopping on Thursday May 1. This is a good idea, but I think that we can make it even bigger, and do many more eco-friendly events.

and i want so bad to kiss you


Cuz everything everything makes me think of you
And everything everything that I wanna do
Now you can say that when you look at me
I want you so tell me now
Do you do you want me too?

Everything by The Veronicas is stuck in my head. Quite irrelevent.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

oh, quotes are amazing

take a picture with me,
just so i can see how cute
we could be together.

something to think about



sometimes you want something so bad
that you're afraid of the consequences
are you really afraid of the consequences?
or are you afraid of what you really want?



...אוהב

If you have ever wondered what love is...go to answers.com. Jokes! Who really knows what it is? Well, I thought that I would give so-called answers.com a try at explaining to me this complicated term.

1. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
2. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
3. a. Sexual passion
b. Sexual intercourse

c. A lover affair.
4. An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object.
5. A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.
6. An expression of one's affection: Send him my love.
7. a. A strong predilection or enthusiasm: a love of language.
b. The object of such an enthusiasm: The outdoors is her greatest love.
8. Love Mythology. Eros or Cupid.
9. often Love Christianity. Charity.
10. Sports. A zero score in tennis.

Well, for one thing, I agree with number ten. And another thing, what does number nine mean? I really have no idea. Well, love is complex, and this definition is a bit iffy for me. Some things are bang on...but I still think that my favourite one is number ten. It is probably the most true. Although, I must admit, the adjectives used are pretty good. What about this next snippet?

From a psychoanalytic point of view, love is the investment in, and ability to be loved by, another without experiencing this love as a subjective threat, such as that represented by the Thing (das Ding) which Freud described in the Project of 1895. For psychoanalysis the genesis of the love investment must be taken into consideration and the very different modalities through which it manifests itself must be identified.

This is what it said under the category Devil's Dictionary (a cynical view of the world)

A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like caries and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient.

I'm still not sure about this.

oh, the cookies.


Oh, how I want a cookie right now.

The chocolate chips would taste so delicious, and the dough, oh, the dough would be so pleasing to eat. I can imagine the appetizing taste of it in my mouth, it is so close, yet so far. The heavenly, luscious cookies, just sitting there, in the cookie jar. I want one.

Runaway Soul

Trust can take years to build up, yet minutes to shatter
Broken on the ground, like it doesn’t even matter
Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer
But wish we didn't, or we would not be a disaster
Distancing myself from them
It’s not my fault, it’s who I am
within the invisible walls, faces blur
remembering the times when we knew what we were
I miss you.
I miss you.
Trying as hard as I can, taking as much as I can take
Putting up with it all and deep down I still ache
This time was different, not like before
It felt so different, I wasn’t sure anymore
Sometimes there is no next time
No second chances, no rhyme
Sometimes is now or never
Sometimes is forever

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Can you read that? If not, let me fill you in.
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Wow.
Does someone out there seriously think that I would actually click on that. There are so many things to put into account.
Okay, the first thing is the fact that I already know how to contact him. Hello, fansite! The second is, as much as I think that Rupert Grint is fabulous, I am not going to go fangirl on him and try to stalk him. I was just on a myspace page, and the person on that page had the words Rupert Grint and Amanda Bynes written on the page. And sure enough, there are ads about that. I think that there are probably ads for everything. I think that it would be quite amusing to see what kind of crazy ads you could find. So far, I like the cheese advertisements. They make me smile, even though I dislike cheese.

Friday, April 25, 2008

bruises and loses


I have a bruise on the back of my knee. How weird is that?
Anyways, so I bought the most awesome pair of shoes a while ago for 45 dollars. Now I go back to the store and find that there is a sale, and the shoes are now 15 dollars! I'm mad! So, the shoes that I have (with hot wax spilt on it) are making me mad.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

definition of sore is me.

sore:
1. grevious (trouble, perplexity, pain); suffering bodily or mental pain, or painfully sensitive to a touch or allusion, owing to wounds or bruises or failure.


If someone asked me to find a word to describe me right now, I would definitely pick sore. I just got back from a dress rehersal for a dance show that I am doing in a couple of days. The dress rehersal started at six, and ended at ten. I love to dance, but this is painful.


I am going to sleep soon, but first, I just wanted to make an entry in my blog. Otherwise, I'd totally forget about this, and just have a plain, empty and sad profile.








haha, i just found scalleywag in the dictionary.