when 2 neurons clicked

…average moods and issues. saw a very cute face and overall impression in a photo…bought crayons and cakes. after all the meat yesterday, today was sorta cookie day. I gotta put myself on salads this weekeo. I’m seeing coloured spots, a spot here, a spot over there. still majorly fantasizing about Viena!! the X-mas lights, cheers and carols, the good joy, the trees, the snow, the decorations, the toys, the gingerbread! oh dear…my eyes are watering. just ate some of me mum’s cheese dumplings, with sour cream and blueberry jam, new recipe-yumm lil things. these thoughts just strenghten my vision, actually a bit of a revelation that im having right now. I dont wanna sound simplistic and ridiculous but I blame most of my bad habits to the stupid, useless, fowl-all just from MY point of view-school that I’m at. It just totally brings me down. I can’t work for it, as in study or get involved, mainly cuz I don’t wanna, cuz I don’t like and am not able to, it’s not within my programing. Once I have my mind made up about stuff like this…and for such a long time, it tends to stay that way. So…from here stem so many of my frustrations, and low-esteem blinks, and some of my laziness…this stress that I gotta know other stuff, when actually….although I really like that stuff a whole lot(like music and movies, books and all) I really don’t give a dry fig to know loads about them, not even mildly. I just want to know my specific likings, which luckily for me, go along certain lines even when they don’t seem 2, there’s some connection. anyway, my brain knows how to manage that. so…I just can’t wait to dump this joint! and really, be my careless self, but freed somehow. I really, really, really think I’m right on this one. this is just not the way it’s supposed to go. I frown so much…I don’t think that’s how the sawed me initially, or whatever, I’m dwelling on my inner fragrances and…it’s just not supposed to be like this. ok…breathe…

listened to manic street preachers’

and saw a frenchie: Je vous trouve tres beau. medeea is kinda screamy desperate but cute. and it’s a bit funny all in all. the plains made me remeber the Bavarian movie we saw at the German movie festival-super awesome!!

and I can’t wait for Burton’s(compliment a mes gouts):

tHe EX/tension

yeah, whatever, notHing weird about anYthing. C’est dans les frontières de la normalité. Rien ne me surprend. and still, I’m made of shreds of gummy fibres, contracting, then extending…and snap! when it snaps, it gets tumefied. thanks be to the mist over my inferior oculars. just thought of a psychological factor of some sort. what if those layers upon layers are just my matrioska? bingo! I’ve been making that request a bit oft lately…these months and days and hours. wonder if ever it’s been worse, ‘cept that one moment when I washed the streets {my own, personal egotistic demise of course}. I forwarded a loan sometime ago and now I’m getting my change back. money’s ever so corrupt and it just does not compliment my canopy of luck. this is where I wanna close the ranks. there’s a compression that squeezes me so that I squander somehwhere in a lower stratum, face to face with some mud. I’m dead keen on taking those 12 slices of life for myself, see what can come off ‘em and these whereabouts-whatabouts-whenabouts. I’m blocking out some scraps cuz the mere flashback gets me so worked up! (pause for whatvere horrible swear word u want). and then roll my eyes, stuck them to the ceiling even cuz the stupid ring pierced my tirade.

anyhoo….new morning, new oldies, and snooooooow!!!!!!!!!!fkwjfueahnfywed!!! fc nadhsf gyegqafu!!!! yahooooooooo!!! got your white roofs, white capped cars, white leaves, white crossing lines (and the mud that goes along with it). no matter, just keep up the good work, winter .  I can’t guarantee the mood but I suppose I can my occasional ignorance. 2day I’m walking!

 

travis, swell guys and memories of my fave times.

a composer that goes straight to the heart, thru waves, returns, mornings and airiness. 

  

 and these guys are just hillarious. I’m a sucker for alternative, rapper like styled boys (see limp bizkit :>, crazytown, pod, A, blink 182 and so on…-that is, all the bands that no longer laugh ). laugh about anything when u can cuz it’s like anything else-man, genius line of woody’s.

 and here are the biscotti i’m enjoying. very yumm!! the 2nd item in the pic. lovely, egg crusted, un-modified sweet.

of this and that…

I’m seeing something green and purple. this day has already been given up as a potential achievement factor. but by the end of it, I at least wanna throw a quick glance over a foreign language. restoration is in order. I said I was gonna read about karma. I forgot. I like my new bandeau thingie, reminds of X-mas and thick clothes. In the last couple of days I’ve been looked upon twice by the evil eye and even tried myself once to discard of it for sb else. and succeded. In the mood for some walt disney classics but my flickers are scattered, plus I dont really got them. yesterday I bought all these tiny, cheap, but tacky-cute rings…wore a jamaican style beret-oh dear! I dont really feel like staying cooped up inside but…I feel kinda emptied of various things…words about leaves and lights, and feelings. I’ve been prone on different things lately. I keep getting ideas of things that would make me feel comfortable but I can’t hold on to them. I dont think I actually ever insisted upon these brainwaves I get but…at least more than now. Now, I feel dispersed and hurried along.

Oh, I wanna see this:

and today I liked listening to the Zutons, whom Grace introduced to me.

oh, finally, talking to my sweet cous, after an eternityyy! or not, but I really missed her! I dunno why people are like this. would it be so hard for me to send her a message or call? at least I beeped a tad more often than I used to. again, I’m soo waiting, anxiously and breathlessly and knitted hat on, gloves, scarf, jumper and all for X-mas!! snow!! and warmness inside while coloured sprinkles dot evbody’s retina. funny thing, when I start envisaging this holiday I immediately think of the chocolate croissants my dad used to get me while taking me to tennis lessons in the dead of winter. I was burried in my coat, on the sleigh, savouring that delish, warm sweet. aaaaaaaaah…tingles! anyhoo…back to the present. [sigh]

once upon a sushi evening

So, here’s a bit of our first sushi experience, Grace and me, that is. we ordered take in. so, the fishes arrived in plastic boxes, padded with ice. travelled all the way up to the 10th floor where we dug in. Grace managed to master the sticks way better than me cuz my rice kept dropping. Naturally, we didn’t have a clue bout mixing the incredients. we called the soy sauce-wasabi and so on…so, after one tip of the tongue touch on the green thingie-wasabi, we left it aside. the pickled stuff meant to cleanse, we tried but then we had to cleanse our mouths with water so cleansing after cleasing didn’t actually go too well. I kinda ate evthing by itself but I can say the fish itself didn’t taste too bad while the shrimp really impressed me. won’t refuse that. then, we just played around a bit with the sticks, took photos, listened to music, checked out some of bodi’s photo albums and waited to go to a salsa club where we became complete misfits. yay-an accomplished evening. anyhoo, it’s chineese next time. edible rice and chicken we’ve been told.

me eating rice, now that’s a treat. the whole thang!-by gracie.half-way thru.pls don’t let me drop it!I’m getting there…buggy me, wait till u see my swimming cap (to be continued)playing around, chop-suey!enjoying the same  in bodi’s living room, all over the computer. d’uh!frankenstein-erettes.just the ingredient to “cleanse the palate”.