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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, February 4, 2010
AHGRGHGH
had the most strangest dream yesterday which culminated in a major battle of me (decked out in my Cetus SR shirt) and Taufik Batisah in military gear trying to defeat Heath Ledger (as Joker, who was actually previously a terrorist guy with a big sword) with our wands. Of course Joker was wrapped up in numerous sheets of canvas and was giggling the whole time we were shooting Avada Kedavra curses at him. honestly wtfff! and the dream began with me walking out onto the SR track and lying down on it only to be hit by a flying object which turned out to be some part of a fishing rod. apparently it was Track and Field Meet Day at SR and somehow, fishing... on the track... seemed to be a sport. erm. okay nevermind. so after the Meet, I board this bus with a ton of people who I've never met and this is when we meet the strange terrorist guy who later transforms into Joker in the final scene. like wthh. and he just likes pulls out this huge knife and begins to playfully poke ppl with it?! and eventually some guy in our group decides he's a terrorist and we kick him out of the bus and send him home in a comfort cab. LOLLLL. err. this is probably why he wants to kill us to take revenge. nevermind. okay i cant remember the rest but i remember living in this secluded hut/house before the final battle and eventually we try to find a way into duping Christians from churches into fighting with us. but in the end we lose all support and it is only me n Taufik fighting Joker. WTF. HAHAHHA sorry that last line just cracked me up. but YEAH WTH. and at one point in time Taufik actually tells me i'm pronouncing Avada Kedavra wrongly. GRRRR.
why am i having strange dreams i dont really know. i haven't even been thinking about taufik or heath ledger or SR for some time now. goodness. okayy am going to have my meds, concuss for an hour and then head off for lecture. taaaa!
brin bit this at ; 3:07 PM
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.
