you can say it but can you spell it

i wish i had $382,000 to burn a la this lady's style. i think our cats would be more affectionate if we did this for 'em.

came across these unbelievable blogs about bento-ing. its crazy yummy looking and i wanna start doing it! except i don't have anywhere to go to bring my bento boxes. click on:

• all my bento are belong to me
• adventures in bentomaking
• just bento
• lunch bucket bento

i swear, unless you're a stomachless leech of a human, you're gonna want to make these lunches. hmmm...now, if only i could cook...

in the spirit of bento boxes and japanese inspired food, i'm gonna go eat my salmon maki and chicken katsu curry now.

toodles o noodles.

i want a career i can be proud of and a door i can shut when i want to take a nap

its 5.22am and another day in a long series of days where i sit on the couch, eat tiny oranges and watch my shows.

my phlegmy voice is back because i just remembered i haven't smoked in days. so i've put a stop to any healing my abstinence has done to my lungs. we can't have any healthy people in the world. we're overpopulated as it is.

i've done my civic duty for the day, which was peeling tiny oranges for The Man (The Man being she who calls herself my "younger" sister. yeah, right. come on, look at this unwrinkled forehead) while he/she slaved at the looms (looms being the sewing machine or the computer. whichever strikes his/her fancy)

there are still two presentations and two assignments left to be finished started and as i have taken the procrastinator's oath, i'll do it tomorrow. really, i will. stop looking at me that way. i take my oaths seriously, okay.

i'm supposed to be looking into a career path for one of my assignments but what the hell do i know about my potential career path?? i enjoy food and entertainment and therefore i could sell popcorn at GSC, i guess. but everyone else's presentations have been so impressive, like music journalist or game reviewer or lawyer or teacher. gone are the days when i could simply say "i wanna be a doctor/lawyer/scientist". aaahh...to be 8 again and not know of the damage i've done to my life. all the squandered potential flushed down in a sea of sex, drugs and rock & roll. ok fine, it was a sea of tv, junk food and self pity but which would you rather read? i have no skills to offer and no experience either (besides peddling ridiculously overpriced pretty pretty pretty handbags) and i really don't think sales is in my future. i'll probably just say fluffy book reviewer with no previous writing experience. or baby factory.

its been nice talking to y'all and everything but i have some Supernatural-ing to do.

p.s. if i fail to post in the next few days, it may be because tater tot has eliminated me for all that he/she/his/her remarks. call the popos.

its nerd nasty

i've found my next favourite snack. fresh slushies! i put my clementines in the fridge and some of 'em got frozen on the inside. its like freezing your orange juice in the carton except that you have to peel these babies. its yummy, i say.

been reading up on fetus in fetu and its some freaky deaky shit. see this: the manliest baby boy ever.

it seems my father has acknowledged the existence of my undercover boyfriend.

its a quiet friday and i want my butter chicken now.

you've taken a lover and that lover has a creamy center

its the night before assignment's due,
i'm procrastinating like i normally do,
i can't remember when i had my last poo,
i guess i didn't need to tell you that too.

*pfffttttt*

i'm making raspberry noises and looking around at everything but my assignment.

the cold water tap on our sink is broken so we wash dishes using sexy-as rubber gloves. i like to snap that latex and nitrile. and what exactly is limescale and why is it in my hot water? there is no hope for a clean cuppa tea in this house.

*pfffttt* i can't stop downloading tv shows. hmph.

i'm gonna go put on those rubber gloves now. meet me in the kitchen.

that's the kind of dirty that don't wash clean

through extensive research, i have ascertained that a major factor in being a successful vampire on tv is owning a wide forehead. refer to the foreheads of david boreanaz, robert pattinson and stephen moyer (hello there...).

robert pattinson can kiss mi culo. after watching true blood, i can never look at another vampire in that lustful way again. it would be cheating. and no one cheats on Vampire Bill (stephen moyer, i am faithful and ready to be a stepmother. call me). i watched the trailer for Twilight and i wasn't very impressed. if they got fangs, i wanna see me some sexy scenes. not disney i'll-hold-you-by-your-waist-and-fly-you-up-to-the-next-tree-branch scenes. but maybe i'll change my mind once i watch the movie. there must be a reason tweens are scratching their necks with their nails and pretending robert pattinson bit them.

last wednesday we watched deathcab live then on friday, sigur ros. deathcab was free seating which was a godsend but the view at sigur ros sucked ass. i comforted myself by buying a t-shirt. we loves the merchandise.

its 3.33 am and i wanna sleep. i need my 7 hours so i can wake up for spanish class in time. but transferring all my music from my ipod to my computer is doing my head in. damn you, ipod touch software version 2.2, you temptress you.

my mother communicates in levels of disappointment

its the 3rd day in a row i've stayed in to watch the tractor-load of tv shows i downloaded off rapidshare ( i've committed myself to a one month account and i abuse it. ssshh...) that said, stephen moyer can bite me whenever he likes. i am a mortal and you are a vampire, stephen. do as nature does.

the house is semi-clean and the assignments have been handed in on time. i'll say its been an ok run of my first semester here. if only i hadn't discovered that downloading tv shows could be so quick, more classes could probably have been attended. but that is the risk you take when you introduce rapidshare and warez-bb, you evil genius you.

speaking of yous at the end of sentences, i wanna learn how to speak cajun style. them descendants of Acadian exiles are so hot when they talk. see? last three paragraphs and i'm still talking about True Blood. i can't help it. they mix my love of southern food and blood sucking creatures of the night together. you can't do that and expect this food sucking creature of the sofa not to love it.

so there's been one constant addiction in my life. that's right. DVDs. the watching of dvds, the purchase of dvds, the taking of a knife to the plastic wrapping of a dvd because you can't stand it that its trapped within that malleable material. that addiction hasn't been curbed here. in fact, i've been buying box set after box set after box set, much to the ire of tater tot. she may sound cute with a name like that but i assure you, the bump on my head from when she threw her stuffed toy rabbit at me will never recede. i treasure my acquisitions so much that i arrange them next to my bed near the heater. so we can't use the heater. or it might melt my dvds. my point is, dvd good, lasagna good, exercise baaad.

big love, ya'll.

**why big love? its a tv show. heehee.