scary movie 3 is really very worth it. wasn't really feeling in the up of spirits the whole of today, so every single cent of that 8.50 is damn worth it. i went in hoping for a good brainless laugh, which was what it was made for, and i got it.

SEVENDAYSWHOSGAY
HIIMFROMREADERSDIGESTIHAVEANOFFERFORCODY
SEVEN DAYS...HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT
SHES AWAKE
IM JUST SCREWING WITH YOU

lalalala ok i'm mad. and so is the whole world.

all our stupid little impressions on stuff. all the stupid little hypocrisy we see everyday. everything. there is just nothing left to say. it's stupid. i try so hard, everyday to feel happy. every single day. now. am i missing something? am i missing you from my life, or you (that's 2 different people fyi). what am i missing that i feel so empty now. i try so hard to be happy for next year, trying so hard to be positive, wake up everyday trying to do the LETSGOONMANLIFEISGOODLIFEISGREATLIFEISUNBELIEAVABLE LFO shit, but i can't.

so what would you do if you wake tomorrow, there's no more sorrow, your dreams came true?

as usual i think too much. but what about you. why do you think so much? why do you always need so much time, why does your head get jumbled up so easily that you need to sort out stuff so often. why?

in case you're wondering, that was a generic you. really. =)

an idle mind is the devil's workshop. i've been too idle, and all the unrest was settled in their souls. i need to move about, i need to get busy, i need to set my mind on things. in other words, i'm done with the holidays. i need school. school madness will take my mind off everything. it's ridiculous how holidays end up being more burdening than ever.

what do i need to be happy? what, indeed. for a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. then again, take out the S and L, i may just weep.

those who are really close to me never call my name, it's unspoken. it's like i just know when they're talking to me and i don't need to be acknowledged by name. they never call it unless necessary. instead it's those that know me less well, add more and more to the name as it goes. it's like an inverse proportion thingie.

what's in a name?

when you call my name it's like a little prayer
quixoticka eulogized @ 1:02:00 am