i

had

some

buttons.

but i lost them.

We always forget,
choose not to remember,
watch time eat us,
watch us eat us.
Everything’s about eating.
Time is made up of eating and eateries and entrées.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

pseudo hoorah!

am loitering around the blocks now as i always do. but alas, i've finally managed to come up with a somewhat workable essay plan for my Marquez essay! yay. temporary joy until I actually start writing it tonight and then we'll see how workable the plan actually is. argh.

am contemplating going home to take an afternoon nap but realised that once again i've had one cup of hot coffee in the morning and 2 cans of coffee in the afternoon so probably not very advisable. headed to the library to return some overdue books in the morning. a bunch of people were queue-ing outside. strange, dont know why theres a need to queue to get into the library. not like the books are gonna run away or something. upon witnessing this strange occurence, i realised that maybe i should join them (i am a literature student, so if there's anyone rushing in for books, it probably should be me. hurhurhur. you know, the whole sense of urgency thing. LOLLL okay nevermind.) so i stood amongst these people for a while, mainly out of curiousity and most of the mumblings were regarding some kind of breakfast offer they were having at the cafe inside. hurh.

later felt that having breakfast at the library would be quite a depressing experience considering the constant reminder of unread books dangling over my head would plague me over my plate of sausages or god-knows-what food they were serving. also realised i had to use the loo so left said strange gathering.

anyway, i've decided that once the sem ends (there's that magic phrase again), í will conduct an experiment and join in whatever crowds/queues i see on the street etc. i bet half the people won't even know what they've gathered for. LOLLL. ah well.

sadsad. today he signed off as per normal, sans slightly informal use of first name. am obsessed and probably a pervert, but no matter. nothing new. heh heh.

okay, my batt's dying. some idiot just threw some rubbish out the window from upstairs. bloody idiots and their killer litter. okay, probably can't get killed by a tissue paper, but what if its one with phlegm or something bacterial like or something. grrr. nevermind. laptop batt at 14%, more complaining later. why are you wasting your time reading this aye? loll. taaaaa

because i'm queing, i'm waiting.

hola!
my name's brin.
i'm not Spanish, i just like using the word "hola".
i'm twenty-one, but only til' next year.
if you bring alan rickman to my house, i'll marry you.
okay, maybe not, but i'll give you some chocolate for the ride back.

just so i won't get arrested.

Thanks to:

Terry Richardson, for the lovely Macaulay Culkin photo which i've edited.

Celestial Star Brushes and Inobscuro Brushes.

Photobucket for hosting my crap.

And the words are by yours truly.

Remember, i love you, so don't rip me off.

Or else, í'll have to spank you.

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