another day of pimple-squishing
then my phone went 'NYAHAHAHA ka-phut' on me
and then we went to the museum of technology
and i just about died.
so much vintage steampunky goodness, i just about gasm'd.
especially at the 1800's organ grinder.
so tempting to crank the handle.
went home, did nothing.
go figure again.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
.like, totally.
just evening things out for july, haha
so it's 29 posts on the 29th
heh
hetalia!poland is my new love
like, totally awesome, yeah.
he talks like that and goes on about ponies and is just such a pot of gay stew
also,
lietpol is now my otp
i think
either way,
it's historically canon <3
also
my dad snores like a tractor
wakes me up
PASTAAAAA
so it's 29 posts on the 29th
heh
hetalia!poland is my new love
like, totally awesome, yeah.
he talks like that and goes on about ponies and is just such a pot of gay stew
also,
lietpol is now my otp
i think
either way,
it's historically canon <3
also
my dad snores like a tractor
wakes me up
PASTAAAAA
Sunday, July 26, 2009
.gather round, gather round!.
Gather round, gather round!
Come one, come all, form a proper queue, that's right!
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Circus!
Tonight we shall be showing
The sad fate that the world carries
Don't be fooled, ladies and gentlemen!
Master James and Miss Lydia are so tall and great, but they are gentle giants indeed!
Go on, why don't you say hello?
They do love your company, really they do!
Children that even God has abandoned
Left to fend for themselves in twisting city gutters
Our own prima donna, Lady Alice, right here, ladies and gentlemen!
Isn't she gorgeous! Isn't she wonderful!
Surely there can be no voice more beautiful, more angelic, wouldn't you say?
Such a shame that someone would want to let such a treasure rot in a gutter!
They cannot stand the distorted limbs they were created with
And they smile as they dream of a mother's love they never had
And such an oddity here, ladies and gentlemen!
A brother and a sister - but it is one body!
But then, they do say two heads are better than one, don't they?
Kee and Eel, their names are, and a bigger mystery can't be found!
Those who speak out are taken
And the child has to cower alone once more
A beast that eats things cold, yes indeed, ladies and gentlemen!
He has no voice, no eyes, all he can do is devour, and it doesn't matter what it is!
I don't suppose you'd toss him a mint or so, would you?
It'll make him happy, really it will!
What a show! What a show!
Come one, come all, form a proper queue, that's right!
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Circus!
Tonight we shall be showing
The sad fate that the world carries
Don't be fooled, ladies and gentlemen!
Master James and Miss Lydia are so tall and great, but they are gentle giants indeed!
Go on, why don't you say hello?
They do love your company, really they do!
Children that even God has abandoned
Left to fend for themselves in twisting city gutters
Our own prima donna, Lady Alice, right here, ladies and gentlemen!
Isn't she gorgeous! Isn't she wonderful!
Surely there can be no voice more beautiful, more angelic, wouldn't you say?
Such a shame that someone would want to let such a treasure rot in a gutter!
They cannot stand the distorted limbs they were created with
And they smile as they dream of a mother's love they never had
And such an oddity here, ladies and gentlemen!
A brother and a sister - but it is one body!
But then, they do say two heads are better than one, don't they?
Kee and Eel, their names are, and a bigger mystery can't be found!
Those who speak out are taken
And the child has to cower alone once more
A beast that eats things cold, yes indeed, ladies and gentlemen!
He has no voice, no eyes, all he can do is devour, and it doesn't matter what it is!
I don't suppose you'd toss him a mint or so, would you?
It'll make him happy, really it will!
What a show! What a show!
.nameday!.
it's my nameday
or saint's day
or whatever
we went to a concert at the saint anne church where my aunt was playing chopin.
god, i hate churches.
we had to stand through the end of a sermon
the priest or whatever thought he could sing.
show-off.
ahem.
we got to meet the singers, too.
apparently, they're my mum's friends. all of them.
gah.
rest of the day i pigged out on chocolate
AND I HAS A FLAT CAT YEY
or saint's day
or whatever
we went to a concert at the saint anne church where my aunt was playing chopin.
god, i hate churches.
we had to stand through the end of a sermon
the priest or whatever thought he could sing.
show-off.
ahem.
we got to meet the singers, too.
apparently, they're my mum's friends. all of them.
gah.
rest of the day i pigged out on chocolate
AND I HAS A FLAT CAT YEY
Saturday, July 25, 2009
.V.
V
Randy Moon was woken by screaming.
Understandably, she was quite startled at first, being only half-conscious and all.
But after a few seconds of What On Earth Is Going On, she quickly realized it was only Christopher.
Also known as the fossa - Cryptoprocta ferox - who was afraid of everything.
Literally.
She instantly considered not bothering even getting up and was even going back to sleep, but the second Chris burst into her room with the most pathetic expression on his face she felt a little rotten.
"What is it now?" she asked, doing her best to sound annoyed.
"W-well..." Chris tried to reply, looking like a total idiot.
"Theressilverfishinthelooandihatesilverfishcanyougetthemformeplease?"
Randy blinked.
"Speak up, would you? I'm a bit deaf in my right eye!" she exclaimed, ears twitching.
Chris sighed as if he were being forced to admit his biggest secret and repeated,
"There's silverfish in the loo, and I hate silverfish."
Silverfish are little bugs that live in the bathroom and have parties at night and scuttle across the floor in the morning.
"...could you get them for me? Please? Pretty please?"
Randy rolled her eyes, smiling.
"You're hopeless, you know that?" she said, dragging herself out of bed and grabbing the FishmothBuster 2345, a.k.a a dustpan and brush.
Chris only looked embarrassed and shuffled his feet.
"Shoo, you little scabs! Shoo off to the ceviche from whence you came!"
To be honest, Randy wasn't too concerned with silverfish and just brushed them into the corners.
Which was probably why history always did that annoying broken record thing and repeated itself.
But today, Randy actually gave the matter some thought and decided that This Would Not Do and Something Must Be Done And Fast.
So she dropped the FishmothBuster 2345 and began to mess with bits of string instead.
Around ten minutes later, she was in the kitchen eating a waffle banana sandwich.
Randy had a bit of a thing for waffle banana sandwiches.
It was around here that Randy's father - his name was Zachary Moon for those curious - came in, still half asleep.
"What, no sorbet?" he asked, and quite rightly because there was homemade raspberry sorbet in the freezer and raspberry sorbet is very yummy, but you have to say it 'sor-bay' or else it doesn't make sense since if you don't it sounds like 'sore bit' and sore bits don't have flavours, raspberry or otherwise.
"No, my ankle's just fine now," replied Randy - and they both fell about laughing.
"Oh, and by the way," Randy's dad suddenly said, stopping mid-laugh, "Why is there toothpaste in the pink bathroom?"
"Blue." Randy corrected. "We haven't used the pink one for a year."
"Oh."
"It's a trap." she began to explain as well as any Nobel scientist. "Silverfish eat toothpaste, right?"
"Right."
"So you put a blob of toothpaste in the middle of the floor."
"Right."
"And the silverfish come and eat it."
"Right."
"But the toothpaste..."
"What about the toothpaste?"
Randy lowered her voice as if it were a terrible secret, and whispered quietly,
"...the toothpaste is on flypaper."
And they both fell about laughing for the second time today.
Randy Moon was woken by screaming.
Understandably, she was quite startled at first, being only half-conscious and all.
But after a few seconds of What On Earth Is Going On, she quickly realized it was only Christopher.
Also known as the fossa - Cryptoprocta ferox - who was afraid of everything.
Literally.
She instantly considered not bothering even getting up and was even going back to sleep, but the second Chris burst into her room with the most pathetic expression on his face she felt a little rotten.
"What is it now?" she asked, doing her best to sound annoyed.
"W-well..." Chris tried to reply, looking like a total idiot.
"Theressilverfishinthelooandihatesilverfishcanyougetthemformeplease?"
Randy blinked.
"Speak up, would you? I'm a bit deaf in my right eye!" she exclaimed, ears twitching.
Chris sighed as if he were being forced to admit his biggest secret and repeated,
"There's silverfish in the loo, and I hate silverfish."
Silverfish are little bugs that live in the bathroom and have parties at night and scuttle across the floor in the morning.
"...could you get them for me? Please? Pretty please?"
Randy rolled her eyes, smiling.
"You're hopeless, you know that?" she said, dragging herself out of bed and grabbing the FishmothBuster 2345, a.k.a a dustpan and brush.
Chris only looked embarrassed and shuffled his feet.
"Shoo, you little scabs! Shoo off to the ceviche from whence you came!"
To be honest, Randy wasn't too concerned with silverfish and just brushed them into the corners.
Which was probably why history always did that annoying broken record thing and repeated itself.
But today, Randy actually gave the matter some thought and decided that This Would Not Do and Something Must Be Done And Fast.
So she dropped the FishmothBuster 2345 and began to mess with bits of string instead.
Around ten minutes later, she was in the kitchen eating a waffle banana sandwich.
Randy had a bit of a thing for waffle banana sandwiches.
It was around here that Randy's father - his name was Zachary Moon for those curious - came in, still half asleep.
"What, no sorbet?" he asked, and quite rightly because there was homemade raspberry sorbet in the freezer and raspberry sorbet is very yummy, but you have to say it 'sor-bay' or else it doesn't make sense since if you don't it sounds like 'sore bit' and sore bits don't have flavours, raspberry or otherwise.
"No, my ankle's just fine now," replied Randy - and they both fell about laughing.
"Oh, and by the way," Randy's dad suddenly said, stopping mid-laugh, "Why is there toothpaste in the pink bathroom?"
"Blue." Randy corrected. "We haven't used the pink one for a year."
"Oh."
"It's a trap." she began to explain as well as any Nobel scientist. "Silverfish eat toothpaste, right?"
"Right."
"So you put a blob of toothpaste in the middle of the floor."
"Right."
"And the silverfish come and eat it."
"Right."
"But the toothpaste..."
"What about the toothpaste?"
Randy lowered her voice as if it were a terrible secret, and whispered quietly,
"...the toothpaste is on flypaper."
And they both fell about laughing for the second time today.
.don't shoot me, i'm just the piano player.
great.
we had to go over to my uncle's again
and there's nothing to do.
so we just watched youtube clips, ate pizza and i kinda plink-plonk-planked the piano and his in the closet.
and i'm running out of commentary.
we had to go over to my uncle's again
and there's nothing to do.
so we just watched youtube clips, ate pizza and i kinda plink-plonk-planked the piano and his in the closet.
and i'm running out of commentary.
Friday, July 24, 2009
.i hate trains.
i am so tired.
i have just sat six hours on a train.
agony.
although family did come over before we went.
great-uncles and great-aunts.
and one of them said he'll buy the first proper painting i do.
i don't know if he was joking or not,
but it made me happy.
too tired to write anymore.
i have just sat six hours on a train.
agony.
although family did come over before we went.
great-uncles and great-aunts.
and one of them said he'll buy the first proper painting i do.
i don't know if he was joking or not,
but it made me happy.
too tired to write anymore.
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