Weeell i just got back from like four hours of math tuition and my brain is fried barbequed toasted smooshed. I totally spaced out for the last fifteen minutes and I have the world's most charming headache.

Send dates.

Come up with amazing storyline for Journeying the Fuck Home.

Not fail everything, but I hate being a whiny bitch so I'mma shut up about that. It's over, what can I do?

I keep rewatching Pan's Labyrinth. El Laberinto del Fauno is a much nicer title. She's ridic beautiful. Ivana Baquero I keep wanting to call Baroqua. I think it's my sudden urge to listen to classical music. Influence. I am currently getting my Mozart on. What I really wanted was the Tchai-man but I couldn't find nutcracker so i gave up. I am demanding a piano from my mother tomorrow. When I'm in a better mood and my head doesn't throb like the four horsemen of the apocalypse with double hooves. Poor Miley. You have been upstaged by a dead man. I seem to be alternating between motown and classical. strange moods.

Why is my catcher in the rye so... hmm, let's put it this way, well broken-in? Here's looking at you, hobo.

I think I'm half drunk. Drunk on lack of sleep. Ilu world not.

I should stop being addicted to drawing Vivian Leigh's perfect portrait, though I think I got a reasonable amount of herness in. Or attempting Bette Davis because I just fail at capturing her awesomeness. Let's not even go into KatHep.

A growing addiction seems to be movies that make me cry. Every afternoon I can go through like two. Though usually this consists of one being Pan. Omg terrible sentence structure shoot me.

I should be bathing so I can tallyho off to sleep and wake up just a little earlier to try my hand at some loverly math sums. Though nothing before 5.45 because then... Well i'm too lazy to expand on this.

I plan to buy joyce shien ling ash a present because it is very overdue and i feel guilty. there will also be the purchase of some fucking school shoes which are not from bata and do not decompose. and also clothes because I can.


Oranges oranges oranges.

I was sitting down today and suddenly "WATCH IT FOOTBALL HEAD" came stumbling out of my unsuspecting mouth and I remembered hey arnold's massive goodness. gerald. helga petacky is essentially my bitch. thank you for letting me identify with you all those torturous years in primary school. omg today i tried on my old uniform for shits and giggles and i am SRY2SAY it fits better now. Ugh I do not even want to remember what I looked like. Though i did wear my specs to attempt to achieve the effect and ran away from the mirror screaming. i admit the shirt looked slightly questionable. -puberty happens fannahs-

F+MIDDLE NAME= FELENA.

I am a felena. oh em gee. DIDYOUHEARIM- k, no.

bath. i'll do it.