Maya
Fortified with the gift of gibber, eats anything apart from liver. lives with 2 dogs and a stinky brother and a dad and a mother. and a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles, yeah crumbles and burns. and she likes radiohead, a lot of metal, jazz, celtic music, a lot of people, 'Johnny The Homicidal Maniac' & 'Bear' & 'Skeleton Key' comics and her two shih tzus - Abby (Abigail) and Kusho. I WANT: Nothing

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Tuesday, 4 March 2008

BUTTERFLIES IN TUMMY

so since i've got this new skin, i realised i should stop blogging in light pink considering that colour now camouflages with the background. i know its weird but i don't care. i was never known to be artistic. if i was asked to draw a picture right now, i'd draw you a rag doll. that'd probably look like a cylinder, with straw hair and stick feet.
tomorrow's the blessed french exam.

can you BELIEVE it. since i have tuition with my french teacher (who is incidently, french) and since i now live in this big thing in the middle of nowhere to most of my friends, she's coming at 6 and STAYING the night.

yes well, yes. so its super-powered-5-hour-french-day.
i know i know, you're all probably thinking at this time "man i wish my life was half as eventful and/or exciting as Maya's is" but you can save the sarcasm for desert. yes, desert, cuz that is the most nutritious meal of the day in my books. (i have written five incidently).

oh and i am pandan kerpis on spi.com.sg because its so much fun. i don't even know what that means, lets hope it isn't some strange dish or swearword.

and for some reason i am hooked on kimya dawson songs. her songs are like the lyrics i write, minus the tunes. well i usually do have tunes but i just hum em' on the spot then i forget them. and i don't bother trying them out on my violin cuz my lyrics about being red and hiding in boxes till dawn don't really go together. its like putting the 'braidy bunch' in 'the oc'. in a very weird way.

yeah well, i should get back to work if i want an inkling of 80.

and then i can finally buy 10 Carls' Junior meals and lie in bed eating them pretending i'm getting fit by watching exercise videos. cuz i am so worth that.

because oxygen is a drug
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