wink and a smile



HAPPY VALENTINES DAY


FAVE SONG RIGHT NOW: PERFECT DAY by KELIS

Angel hearted hipsters,
Burning for the ancient heavenly connection...
to the starry dynamo
in the machinery of the night...
~ginsberg
yup you guessed it, i was watching HACKERS. only one of my fav movies."hack the planet!" i seriously think it was underrated. i dunno why peeps don't love it like i do, but i guess thats not my prob now is it? lol g'nites

birthday month... yup as you might of guessed from the previous sentance/fragment august is my birthday month. YAY ME. thing is i don't think im ready to be like old. case n point, i still use "like" in my sentances. i still am a candy whore, and i still love cartoons. does that sound like someone ready to be 23... yup exactly... pray for me. LOL

Being Twenty-Something.
They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost
touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't reallycold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thoughtyou would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren 't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot don't seem as fun. You go through>the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your>friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!"

Love like an 80's power ballad

how many people wish you could find that person that would dance in the rain with you, that would hold a ghetto blaster up outside your window, blasting your song, because he loves you that much. I DO, I DO. where are the boys that make you weak in the knees, the boy that would dance with you under the moonlight and fireflies. the one that when your alone with him, you feel at home... you see your future in his eyes and every word he says feels like it wraps around you and comforts your every need. if such men stilll exist, where are they? or are they only in the movies? actors that we buld up, that we fantasize about and lust after... but really do such men exist? are men like taye diggs and jeremy sisto really as lusciously loveable as they are on screen? are they making it hard for the regular fellas to fit into our cookie cutter dreams? oh if love were like that peter gabriel song "in your eyes" life would indeed be beautiful! and i'd be kissing under a firefly sky with ______________ (i'll fill in the name later).

mohogany soul

memories don't live like people do...but they linger like the frost on a cold winter day. now you think its funny, you forgot when you were down, I was around.its it ironic, when i was down You weren't around. I cant eat I can't sleep anymore, I wish I didn't miss you anymore.

I say this now but in hind sight, meeting you and experiencing you, meeting and discovering who you were and what i had to offer is the biggest present you could have given me. so now that your gone and love is scilent, im waiting for love to walk throught my door once again, but this time i hope it comes in the form of a friend!

In my dreams my toys were safe

I am drinking far too much GINGERALE today. I have this need for pop all day long. It's the only thing that keeps me going during school and the one think I want when I get home. CAFFINE rules my world!I sip it slowly and a smile creeps on my face and everyone knows all will be well. Hehehe and then I gotta book it to class for yet another boring lecture. But thanks to Caffine it's all worth it. LOL
Screw that diet crap. Winter is comin' so hide the pounds with a sweater I shall do. Until its over and then I's back to dance. So I can "sweat to the oldies" and look smashing for summer. Anyhoo back to pop. I like pop with full sugar content. JOLT cola rocks my little world. I like cherry coke too but it's a special occasion pop.It's not like I hate water. Cause that's far from the point. Water is kewl, refreshing but even Britta can't make North York water taste good. Flavoured coffee's are also amazing. Tim Horton's French Vanilla with 3 sugars and cream is YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY. It's the hot equivilant to a 7-eleven slushy. coffee was keepin me up and night and making me way to ansy so I had to look eleswhere for my caffine hook. And smoking was soo not an option cause, well, YUCK!
So I found pop. Sweet, sweet pop.
I need a new box of crayons. Someone broke a bunch of them and now I can't color with them. In my moments of high stress I bust out the crayolas and Barbie coloring books to shade in the pictures. It's soothing to me as I love the smell of crayons. But smelly markers rule. Especially the cotton candy sky blue and the grape. Red always sucks unless u like cherry. anyhoo back to crayons.I hate the way a broken crayons feel in your hand. There is never enough to gripand it gets all jagged and rough.
I feel the way about clay, as I do crayons. Especially when someone drops in the dirt and get stones in it. It totally ruins it.
I had the best yard growing up. In Edmonton and Toronto. Man and I delusional. LOL I had a mess of Barbies, Jem and lots of ideas. Each one of em got a hair cut from me. Then I found the maxie doll, which I'm convinved was only sold in Alberta because no-one in Toronto knows about it. They don't even know about "The Getalong Gang". Thats just so not right.Does anyone remember the books: "THE HUGABUNCH GANG" this book os soley responsible for my weird ass mentality and immagination.
My room had every 80's toy ever. I had the Strawberry Shortcake dolls and Rainbow Brite the whole nine yards. Remember when toys actually had a smell!!! Kids today dont know what they are missin'. There was this mean boy who would come upstairs and break my toys. Thats brothers for ya. He broke my "Rock and Roll Ken doll, ya know the only Ken with comable hair. I was so angry. for like a second or so.
Awwwwwww the memories....Can you tell that my mind wanders..IF not then keep reading this site-o-blogs...
I've been thinking about my childhood lately, can you tell?