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Jul. 13th, 2009 | 07:57 pm

I love the Jack Johnson song, Banana Pancakes

The Token Asian Kid

Apr. 8th, 2008 | 11:07 am
location: school
music: Nine in the Afternoon - Panic at the Disco

I literally haven't been on livejournal for a month and a week or so. I haven't chekced my friends list, I haven't downloaded Torchwood or Skins...I don't know whats wrong with me! I used to seriously be a lj junkie, and I have so much stuff to get caught up on now. I have to watch all of the seasons in preparation for Doctor Who (!!!) and I don't know why I've been so out of everything for a while. I've been floating in a college-induced haze. I think I want a gap-year off. I'd love to do something with music. (Even selling merch and being a lowly runner/assistant on a tour would be the best fucking thing EVER) Maybe an internship at Spin or Rolling Stone or NME? I might die if I actually got one of those. Another idea is to go to Edinburgh (!) and help out with preparations for the Fringe Festival because they must be working year round. And I'm willing to do anything for room and board. Again, if that actually happened... *squeeflaildie*

*cue ear piercing scream*

Mar. 2nd, 2008 | 12:53 am
music: Dylan Moran

I saw Penelope yesterday with my friend Jane (totally adorable, worth every moment) and am still squeeing over the fact that RUSSELL BRAND WAS IN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For like, a grand total of two minutes, he had two lines, but OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 


He walked on screen in all his skinny, British, dapper-ness and my friend Jane and I had small strokes - she likes the Goth Detectives, but not Russell as much, but OMG EXCITING!!!!!!!! This is the part where I dissolve into shamefull fangirlness. If he gets to be a big movie star in the States I honestly don't know how I'm going to handle myself. *squeak* I'm still so excited, you have no idea.

When Dorian Met Gerard

Feb. 28th, 2008 | 08:53 am
location: writing center
music: Mr. Siegel

More adventures from Dorian, a dialogue exercise this time. We were supposed to work with a partner, but I was all "fuck that" because I basically hate everyone in my class, so I did it with myself. And so that I didn't have to make up another character, I sort of kind of stole Gerard Way, and made him talk with Dorian (based on Patrick Wolf). I don't know how well Gerard came out, but it was good fun.

Also, Noel's new hair is love. He looks absolutely adorable. 

* sorry about weird spacing. don't know why that happened. *


dosed to the tits on electric

Feb. 26th, 2008 | 08:09 pm
location: room
music: ...it's James Lance!

Have a slice of random pie. This video, which makes me laugh hysterically every single time I think of it. Basically, it's My Chem performing live, and Gerard apparently tries to make Mikey take off his uniform jacket, because he's got nothing on beneath it and Mikey falls over. And they're playing Cemetery Drive, so Mikey is sort of writhing on the stage, trying to play bass on his back, while big brother sings: "WAY DOWN, WAY DOWN, WAY DOWN...." over and over again. And since their last name is Way... oh nevermind, but it makes my day. <3

my head hurts ... brain splatter :

"It's attached to your rod, motherlicker!" 

"If Chuck Norris has five dollars, and you have five dollars, Chuck Norris has more money than you do." 

"Chuck Norris has two speeds -- walk, and kill." 

"He's so good looking, and english, I just want to punch him in the face!" 

It's forty degrees out, and rianing, and its washing our lovely snow away, and that makes my head ache. 

Why is obscure British musis so expensive? I want it ALL and I can't afford it. 

I tried straightening my fringe, and now it looks stupid, so I've got to stick my head in the sink. 

WTF is up with Torchwood? Owen's a wanker, and dead?! I don't know why I bother watching anymore.

"She should have a bath and listen to some Michael Buble. A Buble bath." :D

hehe second post today

Feb. 11th, 2008 | 03:37 pm

I got bored during my free period...

To Do for February, 2008 :)
ReadBrave New World, by Aldous Huxley
Watch … Juno
Watch … Skins (series II starts today BITCH!!!11)
Listen … (to) … We are Scientists
Get drunk with … Dylan Moran
Adore … Simon Amstell
Start a Trend … Write a letter
Cuddle … Ianto (from Torchwood)
Kiss … a loved one
Celebrate … Valentines Day <3
Chew ... green apple gum (Extra is yum!)
Eat … brussell sprouts with salt
Wear … furry boots
Buy … a clean journal and pens
Use the word … ‘agoraphobic’ in a conversation
Write … once a day
Save … the world
Support … Amy Winehouse
Get high to … Bob Marley and the Wailers
Emulate … a cowboy
Mourn … Camden :(
Laugh … at yourself
Push … a Holocaust denier
Dye … your head snot green
Use … Vaseline on your lips
Smoke … less cigarettes
See ... A Chorus Line, on Broadway
Snog … someone you love with all your heart
Fuck … Bush
Vote … if you live in America
Paint … your fingernails all the color of the rainbow
Say please … to an enemy
Poke … Russell Brand’s back combed hair
Gorge yourself on … salty potato crisps and pizza with extra cheese
Sleep … LATE!!!
Wear … yellow for happy-ness :)
Read … Rolling Stone
Kiss me … I’m a Klingon
Tickle … a Welsh person
Kidnap ... Prince Harry and bring him to MEEEEE!!!!!! <3
Worship … Lightspeed Champion’s magnificent glasses
Ride … a Zamboni
Right, this is getting silly. Love and many kisses to everyone! *counting down the days until the next Indiana Jones!* Peace, love and flowers! Don’t forget to tie your shoelaces!!!

in the morning <3

Feb. 11th, 2008 | 12:16 pm
location: school library (dork)
music: stupid people

I'm taking creative writing and we're creating characters and doing little exercises with them. No one else really cares about the class but writing is (one) of the things that I love most in the entire world. 

My character is named Dorian, and he's androgynous, plays the violin, believes in anarchy, and I love him. I wrote him as sort of a model off of Patrick Wolf and my dream man. That's why writing is nice, because you can do stuff like that and get away with it. Especially because no one has any idea who Patrick Wolf is, even though he's beautiful and amazing and talented. &hearts;

Haha, the double spaced-ness might come out a bit funny ... deal wiv it. ;)

PS - SKINS STARTS TONIGHT!!! I read somewhere, 10 PM in England, and I'm awful with time differences (and math in general) so I might have to wait until tomorrow to get a download. I've been really good, and even though it's on youtube I'm waiting for a proper download but so, so excited!!! My favorite character is the adorable gay bloke, played by the ever lovely Mitch Hewer and sometime in the series (don't know when) BILL BAILEY IS GOING TO PLAY HIS DAD!!!!! *freakout* I love Bill Bailey, and Mitch Hewer, this is going to be the best thing ever. 


a wrestle and a kiss

Feb. 7th, 2008 | 04:48 pm
location: computer
music: Nevermind the Buzzcocks

One of my best friends just drove to my house to give me a belated 18th birtdhay gift, which was, as she said in her card: "Something old, something new, something amusing and relevant, and something that (I hope) is actually worthwhile." Basically, it was a box of crayons, massive color by number posters of scenes from Pirates of the Caribbean, and a bottle of really nice perfume. Love her!

I'm a nerd, and I hate spanish class so I wrote up an outline of what I wanted to say in this entry. Moving on from my pathetic over obsessive-ness ...

yay for life :)

Jan. 31st, 2008 | 10:15 pm
location: home
music: Prince Charming - Adam & The Ants

Yay for Torchwood, and Jack/Ianto snogs.
Yay for Nevermind the Buzzcocks, which is downloading.
Yay for the Jonas Brothers.
Yay for turning 18 in time to vote in the primaries! 
(boo for Kucinich being far too radical to win)
Yay for Johnny Weir.
Yay for brownies with too much frosting. 
Yay for big brown eyes and Michelle Bachelet.
Yay for exchange students and small pink dinosaurs. 
Yay for happy.

"Reach out, grab the universe with two hands and stuff it in your eyes. Let your heart escape your breast and follow where it flies. Light your soul on fire with the sun. Fill the sky with your screams until you know freedom."

subvert the format in a very literal way.

"Once Mighty Empire, Slightly Used." 
"At Least We're Not French."
"No Motto Please. We're British."

I apologize for random, this is how I think

Jan. 29th, 2008 | 05:28 pm
location: home
music: Want To Cannot Help But Dance - Billie the Vision & The Dancers

Every once in a while, everyone should hug a tree. Just walk into the woods, and hug a deciduous being. Now there’s a friend who won’t ever let you down. A tree is always there when you need them – they’ll never cancel, or forget about you, or talk about you behind your back, or decide that you’re too much of a dork to be their mate any longer, and blank you for the rest of your life. A tree is always there for you. They’ll listen to your problems, no matter how trivial, and let you know that it’s not the end of the world, and that they are, and always will be there to hold your back straight.
I haven’t hugged a tree in a long time. And I think I need to.
I like the word ‘reservoir’. I like the way the end of it creates a sort of abyss when we say it out loud. The pronunciation of the letters is awkward, and our voices make the word fold into itself, so that it becomes a depression and fills with water. The little caldera of the last four letters hangs there for the rest of the conversation, and drenches the rest of the words with its fluid.
I try and imitate Scottish accents sometimes. I can do posh, Cockney, Irish, and sometimes Welsh, but never Scottish. I try and say the vowels, try and teach myself how my mouth should bend the sound into that wonderful accent. Eh. Eee. Eye. Oh. Yuu. All of it slightly slurred, the T’s dropped, because the Scottish can’t be bothered to pronounce all of the letters.
I remember Edinburgh, the two slim hipped acrobats from New Hampshire, who balanced a ladder on each other’s shoulders, climbed to the top and did a handstand, muscles clenching as he held himself straight out and away from the ladder with the grace of those who make impossible feats look easy. I remember the choir of men from Africa, who were singing for airfare. Albannach, the fiercely patriotic Scottish band with kilts and bagpipes, hitting drums for all they were worth and then some.
You know that feeling of guilt, like you’ve been hit in the stomach, and your stomach drops to your knees, and you sort of cringe with disgust at yourself? I felt that today, when I came home from school. My dad makes my breakfast, because he’s an insomniac, and he wakes me up every morning. He asks me what I want, and he makes the best fried eggs, and buttered toast with “jam jam”. He made me toast this morning, and an entire pot of tea, in the nice pot with little blue and green flowers that Aunt Mary gave him and mom as a wedding gift. He used real tea leaves the way I like it, and filled the elephant with whole milk for the tea. While I ate he heated up my thermos so that I could have hot tea to take to school as well, and I, of course, was running late (I go down to brekky all dressed, and then wash my face and brush my teeth after eating, and then go back up to my room, put on lotion and jewelry, “do” my hair, and apply a layer of eye shadow, and I move slowly in the morning!) and I ran out for the car with my arms full of books, and bundled into my winter jacket, and completely disregarded the thermos of tea. And then when I came home today I went into the kitchen to make more tea and sitting neatly on paper towels, spotlessly clean and dry, was the tea pot, the tea leaf strainer, and the thermos. I haven’t felt so horrible in a while.
Bring back Heath Ledger.