12:25 AM
thank you man, but don't trouble yourself//so you wonder why I chose her//maybe it's good we didn't meet then//leave us aloneher sweet smile is cure for my wounded mind//that's all and you wouldn't understand
--Ellegarden, Under Control.
Just listening to this song. Yep. Didn't use to like it but hey. I dunoe, all the songs I've heard live are all growing on me. Surfrider Association, Supernova, 13 ( a bit), Stupid, Under Control, Kaze no Hi (although it had already begun to grow on me before I started watching live shows) etc.
'stead of coffee, i'm swigging some vit. c drink, in teh hopes it will alleviate teh eye infection insya'Allah. I'm really praying that I don't have to go to the doctor tonight. If I do, I'm going tonight. If it improves, which it seems to be doing insya'Allah, with the amount of eyemo i've literally poured into it, then hopefully I won't have to go at all. That would be wonderful.
well i've got tuition tomorrow. bummer to the plans of bumming around, but hey, since I took today off, I guess it's due.
I find that I keep going online in the hopes to see SY-chan or maryam online so I can talk to someone or something. that's the only reason I turn this thing on. Oh, and to blog, and watch live shows. I don't even read fics anymore. (but i daresay I will start when exams begin next semester. I'm a complete arse.)
someone kill me, I watched the Barbie Diaries today and enjoyed it. Okay, so I was doing chores but i enjoyed it and actually stuck around for teh ending. My sister's theory is that I haven't watched anything as cliched as that for ages. I hope that's true and that I'm not slowly turning into a pool of mush.
I strained my arm picking up a green tea packet. Age, it's indefatigable.
How to know you're freaking old:
1) When you say the word beverage, you think green tea, tea or coffee. It's no longer a Coke or wahtever junk people drink nowadays.
2) You strained your arm picking up a green tea packet.
3) You're so bored, you'd actually do chores to kill time.
4) Nobody gives a shit about you anymore aka you make a decision to go to the doctor and you tell your mom not because you need her to cart you away, but just out of courtesy, because you were planning to go yourself anyway.
The only things that make me feel young is that my dad gave me 50 quid for the doctor, which I hadn't planned for ( I was just going to pay for my own sickly expenses) and that I still listen to what mukmin calls immature music. Well, he didn't exactly say that, but he said that the music you listen to quietens the more mature you get. Bollocks, I say. I'll probably be listening to punk rock for the next 20 years or so, until I'm so bogged down with age and kids that I just give up. Who knows, I might be married to a punk rocker, or preferably, an ex-punk rocker and then I'll probably develop an aversion to it. I don't fancy really marrying a punk rocker, much as I may gush over Hosomi Takeshi.
yum. that was a good fix, that vitamin c drink. no more coffee for me for two weeks. I'm not taking chances. I'm thinking that the green mucus was a reaction to a boil appearing at the roof of my eyelid, which was a reaction to the heat, generated by the weather and exacerbated by the coffee.
For a while i thought my english skills had gone to shot, but I think I"m still afloat.
cool, kaze no hi.
so , whattare my plans for today? nobody knows. even I don't. God does, though. It probably involves nothing important. I just have this urge to watch the live shows when I listen to Kaze no hi, because it sounds so much better live. he just played it faster and takada's bass was louder but heck it made a lotta a difference.
I want to do something useful. I thought of hoovering but somehow, the debris getting in my eye doesn't appeal. the house feels clean, and someone's got the telly on. They wouldn't appreciate it, that's for sure. Maybe tuesday or some time. Or next weekend as planned, when my eye has recovered and can endure any debris coming in. I'm praying that the debris from my fan isn't going to kill my eye. gawd. I'm going to stay in a nice, breezy area in japan.
speaking of marriage. crap, I'm getting influenced by that barbie crap. About the whole being in love with someone but not knowing. No i am not in love with him. He's like my brother. It doesn't matter that you're over protective of him - you're like that with his friends because you're like that with ALL your friends - that's true - because you know how sensitive he is, so you try to look out for him. It isn't anything special. He buys you dozens of things and you're comfortable enough to ask him to and know that you'll actually get it. It's because you treat him like a sibling. it's got nothing to do with whatever rubbish crap invisible chemistry that is known to everybody except us.
I can't face it if it actually happened. it's not even the whole "we'll never be friends again if it didn't work out!" it's because that's what he really is- my friend. That I can never imagine it any way other than that. damn barbie. really.
I guess not everybody appreciates punk. *sobs* it's okay. that's why it's called punk rock. Everyone's got their tastes in music. I wasn't too wowed by last smile or standing bird, myself. I love my punk rock, everyone likes something else I don't like. That's just me, I like noisy punk. Nobody told them to download anything. But I suppose I should stop forcing my tastes on other people. Ashri didn't. It was only after we got a lot closer that he started showing me the stuff he listened to. And it wasn't as if he was forcing me to. I was the one who started liking it and borrowed all his CDs.
yeah. Even if no one else likes Punk, I do. that's what matters. this isn't meant to be serious, really. What am I on??? god damn barbie.