February 2008
31 posts
Buffy N I Will Meet U In Sunnydale
The predictive text on my cell phone includes both “Buffy” and “Sunnydale” as suggestions. I did not add them to the dictionary, partly because I don’t know how to add words to the dictionary and also because I don’t frequently send texts about Buffy or Sunnydale. But still exciting!
WatchBitch is the New Black
I clearly need to stop taking caffeine pills, because they do absolutely nothing for me. The past few pills have been followed almost immediately by three to four hour naps. Which…completely defeats the purpose.
Because I haven't met my quota of...
I need to start shooting film again, even if it’s nothing more than, like, random drunken semi-debauchery. And I need to develop my Holga negatives from a year (!!) ago. Digital is maybe probably a lot easier, but I like the texture of film. Also, I don’t take digital pictures ever either! Plus, I miss the smell (and slight head buzz!) of the dark room chemicals!
I finished rewatching Buffy yesterday, so finding...
WatchKreepie Kats: Jim Behrle’s Absurd Roundup Of The Week, Now In Video Really, there are no words to describe how amazing I think this is.
Bizarrely, I’m beginning to amass a collection of knitted apparel from (kind of hideously nerdy!) sci-fi series. The first was Jayne’s hat from Firefly. The second was the Fourth Doctor’s impractically long scarf. Fortunately, mine is significantly shorter, measuring about seven feet compared to twenty-four. I am getting dangerously close to becoming one of those people.
I spent two hours at
I spent two hours at health services. Apparently, I am underweight and the reason I actually went is unimportant.
Croydon facelift girl is currently
Croydon facelift girl is currently wearing a headband. With the ponytail. Why?
Buffy was best when it
Buffy was best when it wasn’t science fiction.
My tailbone is currently painfully
My tailbone is currently painfully and obnoxiously obvious.
Seasonal reflections on my quirks (read: insanity)...
One of the last years before I reached the age where Valentine’s Day becomes less about inclusivity and familial/platonic likeness and more about fucking, edible underwear, and heartbreaking despair (I think it was fifth grade!), I decided to make my own Valentines for our class exchange. For most people, this means lumpy and lopsided construction paper, doily, and crayon creations. With,...
Me: I'm, like, a pink streak in my hair and a wristband away from being a thirteen year old girl.
Me: Also a vagina, but, whatever.
Phoebe: its okay! most thirteen year olds dont think they have vaginas either.
Phoebe: like.. that came out wrong.
It is consistently amazing to me how useful the ability to conjugate and talk about smoking in French is.
It seems I’ve completely forgotten everything I know about calculus, except, like, that the squiggly line (which is fun to draw!) means integration. This is obviously wonderful, because I have a test tomorrow. Maybe later I’ll also discover that I’ve completely forgotten the plus-que-parfait! Which would also be excellent timing.
Liars And The Lying Liars Who Raise Them: Are... →
Vivarin Pales in Comparison to Provigil
I am inexplicably still awake. Actually, not inexplicably. This is normal. The fuck knows what was going on the past few weeks, when I was actually going to bed at a reasonable hour? Perhaps I want to put off the inevitable, boring dreams about enterprise systems and customer relationship management? OR SUPPLY CHAIN MANAGEMENT? I couldn’t bring myself to finish reading this terrible...
“…I got really into this Avril Lavigne record, Under My Skin, which is her...”
– Random Rules: Amanda Palmer | The A.V. Club I’ve been trying to find a way to articulate why I like Avril Lavigne, and to a greater extent, a decent portion of more-mainstream music. This is exactly it. Sometimes, you just totally feel like that frustrated, suburban 13-year-old.
A girl in my lecture has four inch roots and a Croydon facelift. I thought she was wearing a knit hat when I first saw her. Because I sometimes make completely bizarre references without realizing it: Croydon facelift.
Le titre sur l’épine avait imprimé à l’envers!
I’m currently in the middle of writing a stimulating dialectique héléliene on the spine of French books! I don’t know what I’m arguing. I also don’t know how to write in French. Also, I want to go to sleep.
I’m currently lying under my desk listening to Sigur Ros. I haven’t done this since high school, and I’ve really missed it.
She has Fun Dip again.
She has Fun Dip again. No sign of sparkling water.
I’m pretty sure the girl in front of me is wearing a dickie under a sweatshirt. And also lime green sweatpants. The sweatshirt is forest green. Her coat is a neon pea/sage green. And did I mention the dickie?
Giles singing Freebird!