July 2010
details.
This is going around Facebook and Amanda just posted it here, so I’m jumping on the bandwagon! So, have 25 facts/confessions about me. :D
1. I can pick up languages surprisingly easily, I just can never remember any vocabulary.
2. I check four sites daily: Livejournal, Poupeegirl, Tumblr, my email, and twitter (if it counts, since that’s installed onto Mozilla).
3. I can’t eat...
声。
これはもう無理かもしれないって。 なんか寂しいになっていました、でもそれは私は選んでいない。
ただもう一度、歌いたい。 ２００９年みたいで、その美しい、ちょっとくぐもった声で歌えてほしい。 でもそれはもう．．． できないみたいになりました。
なんかっ、これは私が思ったのままより痛い。
“I did not hog that cake!”
– Valentine, MirrorMask
deceit.
So I saw Inception.
…
god.
restricted.
I learned to like raw peppers (as long as they weren’t green) recently.
I just ate one. It was good.
But now my oral allergy syndrome is acting up and my lips itch. I can’t eat so many of my favorite fruits and vegetables often because of this, like cantaloupe, nectarines, sometimes bananas and grapes. >(
ihu OAS.
“You’re my one in a mirrion.”
– 山下智久「one in a million」
“We delight in the promise of falling for love
We crumble in the dread of...”
– When Five Fell (via mandeethedreamer)
find it here.
touchy.
I just wrote something to vent out all my feelings, all this frustration about something specific and I’d really like to post it. But it’s a sensitive topic at this point and, well, I’d really prefer not getting hateful comments about my (although not even) opinion and my voice.
I don’t always write what I believe, and this might not be one of those times, but I’m...
fret.
I played the guitar today. It was kind of fun; I can now play “Ode to Joy”, “Jingle Bells”, and “When the Saints Go Marching in” with single notes (chords are still out of my reach).
Ending thoughts for today:
ow ow ow ow ow my ring finger it burrrrrrrrns.
Guitar playing is some serious stuff. :|
tense.
My best friend can’t seem to find any comfort in her heart for me. I love her, but right now, I don’t need her spewing crap about how life is unfair, it sucks, that’s the way it is. Because I know, I know.
This is the part of my life that’s supposed to distract me from the bad things. The part that’s supposed to make me laugh even when I can’t. It at the...
sight.
Having once been an “artist”, I still see through those eyes every once in a while. I’m constantly fascinated by the most inane things: the furrow of a brow, the shadow of a jaw, the way the wind bends trees and grass and hair.
I love people watching, except I’d prefer to do it from inside a cafe on a busy street where there are lots of different people walking by, just so...
