agh, im afraid something's going to blow up im afraid something's going to blow up im afraid something's going to blow up im afraid something's going to blow up.

i havent bought cd in over a month, i am slowly going to fucking disintegrate into dust.

everything is Meh.

gosh i need OLP to tour THIS INSTANT.

once, i dreamed that i had 4 holes in each ear.

myspace is retarded. what the hell's the fucking point?

the most memorable lyric from beautiful midnight is You can be art when we melt.

i think i'm going to change my name for real. after march or something maybe. i hatehatehatehatehate my name for the most part. too bad i was retarded and stupid when i named myself.

i have wet hair right now.

the ending of running for home is perfect.

when i want to leave, no one will give me a ride.

i spend way too much time on the computer.

people, its not CHINESE new year okayyyyyyyy its LUNAR new year k thx.

i pretty much dress like a boring weirdo, mostly in jeans and unimpressive tshirts and fat jackets.

if i had a pair of old jeans and some fabric markers, i would write lyrics all over it and pretend to be artsy and silent.

every girl goes thru a photography phase and i like to fool myself into thinking that im pretty good at taking good pictures.

every time i go downtown, i think, "maybe i'll bump into matt (or jen) good in hmv or something."

this grade-8 girl in my photography class was telling her friend that she listens to what she called "cool music" and i asked her what her version of cool music was and she said "oh like old stuff like jimi hendrix and nirvana" and i smiled.

once i got dragged into a La Senza store and i broke a crate full of stuff because i was bored and waiting for people and i was sitting on the crate. i ran away before a saleslady walked my way.

once i went in this skater shop place and i was wearing a shirt that said "disco is dead" (thx denise) and the dude was like 'thats a cool shirt' and i responded with the coldest "thanks".


okay bye.