let lemons be angry

I'm bending to the ridiculous things once again. I remember sec 2 when all i was concerned with was being silly in charmian's notebook. All that morphed into the more pretentious style of the mellow and the melodramatic, with song lyrics that made romantic sense. No more "shaking of hips like a beautiful bull" or EspIrit commercials. It was all about holding on to sad things and sticking them up like flags of my new allegiance. It was dark and it was poetic and it wasn't nonsensical. But as i said in the first sentence (which supposedly has to grab one's attention, being an introduction), I am bending to the ridiculous things again.

It must be Joeun's influence. Or it must be the splendid idleness of the holidays. Or maybe i'm actually bitter and sad deep inside and i have to mask it with fun. Well, if it's there it must be really really deep inside, because i can't find any trace of the bitter and sad. It has really come to this. I revel in all the things of sunshine, like Manda's bao joke and my darling stupid slow but handsome cat sticking his head into my glass to drink from it. And my cup noodles always leaking from the bottom. And the various klutz moments that i've taken to writing down, that tell me i should never be a waitress, part time or full. (Or a secretary, or a photostatting girl, or a gp rep)And making everything pseudo-goth just to make fools of them. Do i sound distracted, jumpy, flighty? Well perhaps i am. There's nothing to it, just a quiet few hours before i leave for some sleepover at fairypoint chalet.

Did you know that there's this Rule that ns men have to get black plastic specs in place of contacts/their own glasses? It's true! It's absolutely true.

playing on yahoolaunch, my best friend ever: Up Around the Bend by Creedence Clearwater Revival, possibly The Voices of olden day rock.