Saturday, June 24, 2006
Twist and Shout
I had a dream a couple of days ago. In my dream, school was going to start the next day and I hadn't started on my 5 english essays and I was panicking and I think I was crying and there was snot running down from my nose and into my mouth, and it tasted like smoked salmon with green cheese.
Well... guess what? My dream is turning into reality. I don't know how to overcome my laziness and lack of motivation. I have not done any school work apart from e-mailing Hollywood Rag to ask for an interview. Unfortunately, Hollywood Rag has not responeded. I spend half my day watching Veronica Mars and the other half sleeping/eating/shopping/watching movies/reading recaps and forum posts on TWoP. I've spent $115 on peep toe pumps, $99 on a nice jacket, and I'm considering shelling out $140 for an off-white waist-length double-breasted coat. My prize money! My prize money!! My prize moneeeyyy...
Wait. What prize money? I've spent more than half of it. By this time next week. Prize money will be non-existent. I guarantee.
OKAAY. Sorry. I'm distracted. I hear bad music coming from the next room.
"Heathcliff, it's Me, CA -THY
Come home now, so Co-ho-ohld
Let me in your-or, win-DOH-HO" (Repeat x times until ears bleed)
Yeah ok. Sorry. Song has just ended. You know what, I kind of like that song.
Anyway. Today we had a send-off for -----, our dear Swiss exchange student. I am really really really going to miss her. I wrote her a letter in German, poring over a ratty, dog-eared English-German dictionary for four months by candlelight into the wee hours of dawn, using my precious sparrow quill and jar of personally-mixed ink made from soot, lamp oil and animal gelatin and personally-scythed, crushed and rolled parchment.
Well, actually, I typed out what I wanted to say into Babelfish and clicked the translate! button. But you know what I mean right? It was a labour of love.
Well... guess what? My dream is turning into reality. I don't know how to overcome my laziness and lack of motivation. I have not done any school work apart from e-mailing Hollywood Rag to ask for an interview. Unfortunately, Hollywood Rag has not responeded. I spend half my day watching Veronica Mars and the other half sleeping/eating/shopping/watching movies/reading recaps and forum posts on TWoP. I've spent $115 on peep toe pumps, $99 on a nice jacket, and I'm considering shelling out $140 for an off-white waist-length double-breasted coat. My prize money! My prize money!! My prize moneeeyyy...
Wait. What prize money? I've spent more than half of it. By this time next week. Prize money will be non-existent. I guarantee.
OKAAY. Sorry. I'm distracted. I hear bad music coming from the next room.
"Heathcliff, it's Me, CA -THY
Come home now, so Co-ho-ohld
Let me in your-or, win-DOH-HO" (Repeat x times until ears bleed)
Yeah ok. Sorry. Song has just ended. You know what, I kind of like that song.
Anyway. Today we had a send-off for -----, our dear Swiss exchange student. I am really really really going to miss her. I wrote her a letter in German, poring over a ratty, dog-eared English-German dictionary for four months by candlelight into the wee hours of dawn, using my precious sparrow quill and jar of personally-mixed ink made from soot, lamp oil and animal gelatin and personally-scythed, crushed and rolled parchment.
Well, actually, I typed out what I wanted to say into Babelfish and clicked the translate! button. But you know what I mean right? It was a labour of love.
# posted by me lah @ 10:06 pm 
