Lights Go Out

Henri got even more cute all of a sudden. It's because he's switched to his autumn colours and grew his hair out. And I gotsta see Butch yesterday! Okay, fangirlish moment asside...

"There's a lot of arse in that today..."

"You're taking all the space up in my head
with all the things that we could do and all the things that could be said
it's hard for me to understand the way i feel about you and
the way it made me feel to hold your hand
am i running out of time or am i at the starting line?
i know i missed the mark yet i just need some sort of sign
my words don't come out easily so i will tell you honestly
no one wants to spend eternity alone."

I know they're MXPX lyrics (And poorly re-typed, but that's the way it was written on the site) But I want to find the site I GOT them from. It was called 'Erys' love letter', but I think it's gone under. I'd like to do something similar one day. It was a kind of thought stream poetry, but it wasn't linear. It had branches and turns, expansions... I loved it, it was really powerful. Reve's little stram of conciousness from Kai's site is somewhat similar, which may be why I haven't doen it yet - I don't want to be seen as coppying someone so widely respected. Or at least so widely known. When I can think of something I can do that will make it my own, I'll do it.

Zoe asked me an interesting question. She asked me if I could think of just one thing that turned me on. It is a dificult question - Trying to work out that one, quintessential thing ... Neither of us really made it, because she herself had two. It's interesting for trying to determine what sort of person you are as well. Given the minute I had to think about it when she asked the question, I came up with 'Touch'. Which was a little more abstract then she was hoping for, but I'm an abstract sort of gall, so ::shrug::. Plus I have that odd 'phantom touch' thing going - Like when you spend an evening swimming, and feel like your still floating when you lie in bed that night. I accidentally knocked myself in the cheek with the back of my hand while trying to sleep once, and I woke up with the sensation still there. No damage was done, and it wasn't a particularly hard knock, just that my nerves held onto it for some reason. If you're injured I can understand, because your nerves are supposed to tell your brain when damage has been done to some part of your body, but if there's no injury there is no reason for the sensation to continue registering. But this isn't what I wanted to discuss, although I could probably rant about it untill the cows came home. Given the time to really concider the question though, I think I can add another object to the list - one I don't know why I missed the first time around. Music! Anyone who knows me knows I get strange with music. 'Shine on you crazy diamond' comes on, and I tell everyone to go shut up and go away for the next ten or so minutes while I trip out on some musical acid. Other songs have other effects, and while I'll debate the whole 'Jazz is sexy and classical is calming' angle, there are certain styles and notations that, for some reason, can just send shivers up your spine. And not because they're particularly spooky. Hes, I'm aurally inclined - I can't help it. It's because my eyes are bad, so the usual trimmings - The car, the clothes, etcettera, seem less important. You've all heard me babble about how sexy some voices are - Shadow, Scar, Sly, etcetera... Hey, they all begin with S! Anyway... The tone makes them very, very sexy. There are songs that are the same. So that's added to the list.

Today's trip down too-much-information highway was bought to you by... Bill and Ben the Flower Pot Men!

Ecchibi!!

I went to Liam's last night. Yes, I did have a good time. Thankyou for asking. Actually, it was a little bit like being in a diferent culture all of a sudden. The suburb looked the way I imagine Tabitha's neighborhood to look, except the blocks of land were smaller. Very rolling and neat and green, where almost all the hoses were two story and the layout was extremly urban and meandering... It was like stepping into a diferenct class structure all of a sudden. And his house was so gorgeous - It reminded me of my fathers place somewhat, since the architecture features and built-in sections were somewhat similar... But that may just be because I'm used to living in little bungalows with worn cream carpets, seventies decore and mis-matching worn old furnature. Which is comfortable, but not the sort of thing you'd ever see in a magazine. Dad's house is also a little mis-matched (As it contains both his and Jennefers furnature, which do not, of course, match at all) but the layout makes it look more like someting you might see in a magazine. And not as a 'before' shot. Liam's place was simply gorgeous - And it was decorated with a lot of oriental... Bric-a-brac? Probably not the right word, but anyway... Which, of course, automatically made me fall in love with it.

I don't know that I've written in here before, but I've often said that what I want out of life (At this infantile stage of my existence) is a good computer, a small dog and a small place of my own, that I can decorate the way I want - Possibly a three-room apartment (A kitchen, a bathroom and a living area ^_^;), with a couryard or balcony where I could gro vegetables or plants or... something. when I think of the way I'd like it to be, it's always decorated in a very oriental style - low tables, close to the ground (Since I'm happier when I'm close to the ground ^_^;;) in shades of dark and red or green, with splashes of purple to stand out... Perhaps a I know, being able to see it that vividly is a bit lame. Especially given that the chances of me ever actually having it ::shrug:: Perhaps one day I'll get the good computer and the small dog.

The point I'm bringing across here is - I liked the way it looked ^_^;;; Okay, I'm an idiot. Ignore me.

But I really did like spending time with him. Liam I mean, not the small dog. That'll be a her with luck - They tend not to smell as much. I know a lot of the people who used to know me would laugh - The Angel of Ice, melting? The world must be ending. I'm surprised myself. I'm supposed to be shy and emotionally barren. Maybe that stupid certificate had a point - "Their interior's as warm as their exterior's cold". Damn tacky poetry...

Gonna leave off now. I don't want to take another trip down too-much-information highway... oh what the hell, one short trip.

When I got home, mum was doing the creepy 'sitting in her chair' thing. I sat down, she gave me the creepy mother smile and asked me how my test went. I'd already planed out the answers to the questions I KNEW she would ask earlier, so I gave her my score, the percentage and the likely grading of said test. She then asked wether I had fun at liams - I hand't actually planned for that one because it's fairly easy to answer 'yes' and 'we watched videoes' to that litle class of questions. And then it came - I was anticipating the question, so I had my answer pre-prepared. She asked "So... Did you sleep with him?"

My answer? "Define. What do you mean by 'Sleep'?"

That was actually sort of funny - She stumbled for a moment before she worked out what I was on about. So we got things clarified, and she said she was proud of me. Not that she'd mind if I had of course, she went on to inform me. Having a nurse for a mother is a pain sometimes, but at least she can administer a flu-vax.


Mum: "Logic test? You should talk to Spock."
Me: "Spock would probably say that our logic was illogical."
~Me and mum discussing maths.
- posted by Washi @ 6:13 pm