Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Cat Power does a mean Wonderwall

I feel like a kid again.
I've been given "time-limits" on the computer due to excess usage of ma soeur. And when it is my turn to use it, I either:
1) Forget what I wanted to do, so I end up spending most of my "Internet Ration" listening to music, looking up Bruce Robinson/Keith Murray/whoever-it-is-this-month and Wiking the latest books/movies I feel like reading/watching
2) Am constantly forced to one side of the already small, uncomfortably positioned chair while ma soeur continues to msn her friends, promising It'll only take a minute, really, or trying to usher me into the cliched I-have-a-project-to-do excuse.
Internet is someone you want by your side at all times. Internet hates me.
I feel like I haven't blogged in ages so here it is, my worries and wondries:
1. Saturday: Great time with Kyra at La Tazza.
2. Monday: Funny call with McMeanie, whom I promised the return of her bikini
3. Tuesday: Spent the entire day trying to round up some apostles and spread my new religion. (Just kidding.) But I was telling everyone about the thing (which I pretty much ripped off of Reincarnation but hush hush) and all I got were nervous giggles, blank looks, or what-the-fuck faces.
4. I'm actually a bit worried about the Finals now that everyone's talking about them. Balls.
5. British people say the durnest things. Sometimes, though, Cockney accents annoy me. And reminds me of class-D sherry.
6. I wish I could talk/write like those amazing people I am so utterly jealous of. Time to be a sponge and absorb!
7. I wish I could really, really, really understand Dickens, whom I love dearly despite never even meeting him. His sentences are a slap on the face to those meanie teachers who told me people who use runon sentence galore will suck at life. It's a double-slap to those who have bad vocab (like me) and can't understand every other sentence.

I'm reading Lolita now, about a nymphet and an infatuated Frenchman. God, I love these twisted sort of stories. Now all I need is $40 bucks to buy a 30-page novella and my week will be set.

1 comment:

Carmina said...

LOLITA! ahahahha (=
why am i mc meanie? is it just because it rhymes with bikini?!

wow..i was gonna...say STOLE OFF HINDUISM AND ALL THAT!

la tazza soounds spanish ahhaah
pizza party tomoo! (= and gimme colored pencils