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the french are glad to die for love.
Aug. 19th, 2006 02:03 amSo apparently Daryl is waiting in anticipation for this one.
And hello darlings, I abuse italics and strikeouts for a living. :)
Today has been... particularly gray. The shade is somewhere inbetween the pre/post rainy sky of.. gray-blue yet also the grayness of the rainclouds taint the calm peaceful view. It describes today really well. I've been high, hyper, absolutely nuts during the day but as the sky grew darker as time passed - I'm just tired. Honestly, I'm fucking tired of being tired. But my mind is slowly ebbing away with the clouds as they disappear into the ether. Grey matter. White matter. What matters?
What matters is that I seize here and now. Cliched carpe diem. Which ironically reminds me of Ngo Dinh Diem as a carp. I'm sorry for my unique hyper-linking skills. Absurd, of course.
The first half of the day was rather uneventful. Uneventful in a typically BabaKing Day I meant. I hung out with the guys and Alex and Clare for a long awaited dai dee session with my uber cool Jackie Chan poker cards. Come on guys, you know you do! Do what? Like Jackie Chan of course! We started off and then Derek came! Like huzzah, the saints came marching in y'know! Because I started winning like seriously. Derek's my lucky charm. <3<3<3 HAHAHA. Like, I have godlike powers all of a sudden. Nearly as godlike as my 4 di combo that just won the game in one hand - but alas, it didn't happen today. What made it even more enjoyable was my MP3 of PCK's SARs Rap playing in the background (with us randomly singing along) and the really obscene flirtations going on between Derek and Desmond. It was "ugh and squeal" at the same time just watching Desmond have fake come-ons to Derek which made Derek physically hide himself behind my chair. You know you've got something hilarious going on when you've got a guy hiding behing a girl!
After school time was spent mainly in the Art Room with Mindy and Clare where I attempted to read Tarling's SEAn editorial. Obviously I was distracted because I found talking to Clare and Mindy much more entertaining and you know, owning Alphonsus and the art people in dai dee. <3 I seem to be on a roll today! ROLLING THUNDER. Bring out the napalm babies!
OH EM GEE. I had like one of the worst freudian slips ever! I was talking to Rachel online and lo and behold, I typed "Clare" without thinking and addressed her like, as Clare!? And I know that this afternoon in the art room I accidently called Clare "Rachel" once or twice. Freudian slip of the century. I wonder if the slip's pink or blue. Baby blue, I hope. But woah, I think I'm loosing a few screws, nuts and bolts.
Mmmm I had waffles for dinner. Ultimate sinful indulgence - all thanks to having a farewell dinner for Mezraq with Nic and Melvin. We're going to miss him, and his oboe playing. But >D another excuse to go toe America for a holiday!
I feel particularly empty. Addled in the brains? I know not. But I have a desperate writers block I want to cure. I haven't written anything in ages and I feel lost for not doing so. I feel as though whatever creativity has been sucked out of me, my veins drained... exhausted. D:
OKAY I AM SLEEPING NOW.
And hello darlings, I abuse italics and strikeouts for a living. :)
Today has been... particularly gray. The shade is somewhere inbetween the pre/post rainy sky of.. gray-blue yet also the grayness of the rainclouds taint the calm peaceful view. It describes today really well. I've been high, hyper, absolutely nuts during the day but as the sky grew darker as time passed - I'm just tired. Honestly, I'm fucking tired of being tired. But my mind is slowly ebbing away with the clouds as they disappear into the ether. Grey matter. White matter. What matters?
What matters is that I seize here and now. Cliched carpe diem. Which ironically reminds me of Ngo Dinh Diem as a carp. I'm sorry for my unique hyper-linking skills. Absurd, of course.
The first half of the day was rather uneventful. Uneventful in a typically Baba
After school time was spent mainly in the Art Room with Mindy and Clare where I attempted to read Tarling's SEAn editorial. Obviously I was distracted because I found talking to Clare and Mindy much more entertaining and you know, owning Alphonsus and the art people in dai dee. <3 I seem to be on a roll today! ROLLING THUNDER. Bring out the napalm babies!
OH EM GEE. I had like one of the worst freudian slips ever! I was talking to Rachel online and lo and behold, I typed "Clare" without thinking and addressed her like, as Clare!? And I know that this afternoon in the art room I accidently called Clare "Rachel" once or twice. Freudian slip of the century. I wonder if the slip's pink or blue. Baby blue, I hope. But woah, I think I'm loosing a few screws, nuts and bolts.
Mmmm I had waffles for dinner. Ultimate sinful indulgence - all thanks to having a farewell dinner for Mezraq with Nic and Melvin. We're going to miss him, and his oboe playing. But >D another excuse to go toe America for a holiday!
I feel particularly empty. Addled in the brains? I know not. But I have a desperate writers block I want to cure. I haven't written anything in ages and I feel lost for not doing so. I feel as though whatever creativity has been sucked out of me, my veins drained... exhausted. D:
OKAY I AM SLEEPING NOW.
