let lemons be angry

Connect the dots.

I have a folder I call "My People," and I found that a good lot of the people I've saved as Mine have fluffy hair. I used to look through these photos and say, "oh i want to be platinum blonde," but now I see that I'm drawn to something more obvious than color. I even saved pictures of my acquaintance's sister in this folder because of her fluffy wildness, but to hide my secret stalker self I haven't posted those up.

Why is my own hair not like that? I don't know. Soon enough.

Special sem is over and I now know about many great inventions. Last saturday was block party and parable project screening at mt sophia, a rather surreal day that saw all my social circles collide on one hill. Kind of like a sweet valley story with its high-drama twists and turns and forever-friendships. Then there was the Dancing Sky at the national museum, the most surreal end to a surreal saturday. I couldn't help but take handphone pictures of it.

Just about one movie per week, with the dark knight and hellboy making it to the top-five list of movies this year. One Foot off the Ground comes somewhere at the top too. Not too much fancy cinema fare this year; all I want are laughs, and Abe putting on contact lenses in hellboy gave me just that.

I've been losing weight mysteriously. This morning I imagined myself to have stomach cancer and how I would tell people about it, and I teared on my pillow. But I'll give myself one week of milk and expanded meals and then consider presenting myself to a doctor.

Flighty is my mind. There is nothing serious enough to keep me still, you see.