BAM.

POW.

HI-YAH.

KA-BLAM.

KEE-YAH.








SHWING.

Well, here we are again. Putting of the summer reading I was supposed to have done. Over the summer. Which is pretty much over. Thinking about how I should practice.
but not practicing.

ooohhh. I know.
We'll talk about biscuits.
Firstly because who the hell decided to spell it like that.
Secondly because Red Lobster biscuits are so damn good they make you wish you had more stomachs.
Thirdly because they are so versatile, and i don't think they get enough credit. They can be sweet or salty or buttery, or a combination of those, but do they ever get any props?

Nooo. because everyone is sooo damn caught up in bagels.

NOW you see why i haven't gotten a damn thing done all summer.


PS. I am not bashing bagels. I dig them hard core. i was just defending the underdog biscuit.

PPS. OMG send me some bagels. And biscuits.

PPPs. And maybe a turnover.

PPPPS. apple flavored.

Marching Band anyone??????

Um, dear car of mine is unhappy. You know what fixes it. You have to HIT THE BATTERY.
Im not kidding. Not fill the oil tank or check the gas. HIT THE BATTERY.

Im befuddled.
I think it might be the lack of sleep.

Or the strangely coloured jelly bean i found on the sidewalk and ate.

ok ladies, we've all got the same issue.
where they at?
So here you are with a presentation of some acceptable unavailables to keep the hope alive, or at very least provide some...inspiration

.

Hey all you hopeless romantics out there, i got my Cavya and i on a phantom of the opera kick,(see her bloggy for beautiful emmy rossum) but i am in fucking love with Gerard Butler who is fucking beautiful as well, and all you can make fun of me, but i love that musical and i love andrew lloyd webber. and i love this song. It makes my heart go 'oof'.
and then i want to elope. Back to romantics, read it.



RAOUL
No more talk of darkness,
forget these wide-eyed fears;
my words will warm and calm you.
I'm here, nothing can harm you,

Let me be your freedom,
let daylight dry your tears;
I'm here, with you, beside you,

to guard you and to guide you.
CHRISTINE
Say you love me every waking moment,
turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me with you now and always;
that's all I ask of you.
promise me that all you say is true,
RAOUL

Let me be your shelter,
let me be your light;
you're safe, no one will find you,
your fears are far behind you.

CHRISTINE
to hold me and to hide me.
and you, always beside me,
All I want is freedom,
a world with no more night;

RAOUL
Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;
let me lead you from your solitude.
Say you need me with you, here beside you,
anywhere you go, let me go too,
Christine, that's all I ask of you

CHRISTINE
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;
say the word and I will follow you.

Share each day with me,
TOGETHER
each night, each morning.

Say you love me!
CHRISTINE
RAOUL
You know I do.

CHRISTINE
Love me, that's all I ask of you



'oof'

when ever people ask me how my day was, or how i am, i'm always just like:Cool, fine, thanks.

But what am i really thinking? How was my day really, and should i say

Well...
I woke up feeling fat, but then i found a cute skirt, but i kept sneezing because i am allergic to myself, and i couldn't think of anything i wanted to eat for breakfast, so i ate some rocky road and then i felt fat again, and i had to wait a zillion minutes to pull out of my driveway because there were a billion inconsiderate bikers, but the sunrise was really pretty and the horses were running so i didn't mind, and i got a raspberry italian soda before work so i felt all sophisticated even tho live in oswego and drive a voyager, and then i couldn't stay awake during work, so i blinked alot and didn't feel like eating lunch, so i didn't and so i was hungry for dinner, but then I didn’t feel like eating so I feel skinny by default, I am unhealthy, but I took a long shower before bed because it makes me feel good, and I saw a cute boy at the grocery store, but then I saw his dad, and realized that I like men twice my age, and I a weird, ugh, but whatever, the air is cool and the windows are down and I will be out of Oswego soon, and I am happy and sad about that, and I made faced at the dog in the car in front of my, and then I go home and dance in my room, and then I read some silly book and played spidersolitaire, and then I went to bed, but I tossed around a lot because I saw a cute boy that day, but I am pissed because my family is ********, and I can’t sleep and home feels stuffy and comfy, too much so maybe, I should get out, but I dig what I know, and then I drift off humming old big band tunes, only to wake up at two am to think about love and babies and men, and who I am supposed to be,and how I’d like to be beautiful have enough discipline to use my talent, and then I drift back off to sleep.

But I don’t think that is what people want to hear when they ask how my day was.

well. here is the rundown of Lollapalooza.

day one.

mates of state, cute husband and wife duo. very fun.
iron and wine. i think they would have been great except for one of the other stages was too damn loud to hear them.
raconteurs. i dug them, but there were too damn many people (like 10,000) so i couldn't hear terribly well.
sleater-kinney. we didn't listen to well to them, but for the most part i like them. apparently that was their farewell performance, which i found out after the fact, and kinda sucks.
death cab for cutie. first really good concert of the day. some dude passed out on jigau tho.

apartment.
party.
sleep on floor.

day two.

wake.
eat breakfast.
dance around the kitchen of the apartment.

feist. awesome live, and super cute. she sings all the in-between-song banter.
calexico. awesome.
gnarls barkley. same deal with the huge amount of people so it was hard to hear. not terribly revolutionary, but fun.
flaming lips. fucking awesome. the lead singer rolled around on the ground in a giant bubble. there were men in santa suits and girls dressed up as aliens and confetti and balloons.
new pornographers. fucking awesome. unfortunatly neko case wasn't there,but it was still in the top three best of the weekend.

apartment.
eat.
sleep on floor.

day three.
wake.
eat.
play set.
lunch at Noodles in the Pot.

hot chip. fun and funky,
ben kweller. couldn't hear too well.
andrew bird. ok, but all his stuff sounded the same.
the shins. not so great live, but i still love them.
of montreal. very fun.
wilco. fucking awesomely wonderful.

train.
home.
ssssssllllleeeeeeeeeeeeppppp.

two best tshirts.
-when i was your age i had to walk two miles to get stoned and have sex.

-my baby was stolen by a bear holding a shark.


all in all, worth every penny. you should all fucking go.
and party.
and dance.
and eat expensive food.

and have a fucking awesome time.

I can drive. Yes!!

I shall celebrate by basementing with my Cavya and Erin and Lur-lur.

I am happy.

I wish i had a pretty dress to be happy in.