Thursday, September 30, 2010//12:37 AM

Toxic

I love it whenever Mr Shue sings and the choreography was awesome here! Heather Morris is one hell of a dancer. Yow.

//12:36 AM

True Mud

Tuesday, September 7, 2010//11:33 PM

Words

With no True blood/Lie to me/Wipeout (which reminds me, I look forward to more Scoundrels, Huge, Pretty Little Liars next summer!) to entertain me for the moment, once again I catch myself drifting to some places I try not to visit while I'm not dreaming. I was somewhat desperate to think of anything but school, so I made another list in my listography book. And I know it's almost unethical to condense someone's essence into a list of words, but, yeah. I needed something cathartic to do.
Oh, I think I really like my writing class, although the people there scare the shit outta me. They're too darn smart for my own good.
And instead of having another Esteban for my Spanish class, I get a cute misers who's preggers. Oh well.





Faith, humor, smile, wit, laughter, handi-ness, artwork, writing, character, music...you get the drift.

Saturday, September 4, 2010//1:36 AM

Jay Gatsby part deux

I have just thought of a very tragic difference between Jay Gatsby's dreams and mine.

anyway, who would have thought that the solution to one sad ol' case of misery is another? I think I'd have expected the notion that durians smell irresistible to be more likely. which is highly unlikely. no, impossible. hahah