Once again this blogger attempts to go girly (how do you spell that? my instinct says “girly” my spellcheck says “girlie”). And damn is my skin so smooth despite my insistence to slather tea tree oil on my face. I know i shouldn’t. And i know very well that it burns burns burns. But i think it might help. So i still do it. I also ate banana bread because i don’t know…it seemed to go with putting moisturiser on. Several kinds i might add.
Again, listening to a band which i have only just discovered but they’ve already broken up- in the February of this year dammit! The band being Kite Flying Society (I swear watching Rushmore was one of the most useful things i have done, all the time i get to go “hah! i totally get that!” which is nice because i don’t get to say that a lot) , who are adorable. I was flicking through this thread on what people were listening to on a Silver Jews fanpage and was like “huh…only heard of like 2 of these band…myspacemyspacemypsace”. Maybe it was because most of these bands were american…or I’m just not indie enough dammit. I also decided i like Gingerbread Patriots- though for some reason the vocals remind me of The Thrills…?
Speaking of indieness- am very excited that Roy in The IT Crowd will be wearing an Indie Pete shirt! As in Indie Pete of Diesel Sweeties.
The Indie Pete shirt
Which is um…a webcomic about people and robots…and said people occasionally sleeping with said robots…and a whole bunch of other randomness. Indie Pete and his constant quest to only love what you have not heard of, Metal Steve the celibate metal lover with a mullet, Maura ex-porn star sleeping with Clango a rather adorable robot, Red Robot and his desire to crush all humans, Lil’ Sis the student of orthodontistry/megawhore and yeah…it’s drawn etc. by Richard Stevens III who is actually amazingly adorable (read his blog and you’ll see what i mean).
But i have work to do. about the digestive system. I just need to find out what goes on down there. In the large intestine. Because w had cover biology today so we had to write a freakin’ essay about eating a ham sandwich on wholemeal bread (though yes, i did make it ‘individual’ by adding butter to this mix. so i could talk about lipids and lipase and emulsifying and all that crazy shit). So fare thee well.
But thinking about February…looking back, on wikipedia, an awful lot has happened this year. Um…an awful lot of death and killings really. It seems like such a long long year. And i’m feeling guilty for no real reason. A combination of studying War Poetry, watching The Dark Knight for the first time and thinking “wow, he looks so hot in that nurse outfit” then realising how insensitive that is might be the night-time talking but feeling vaguely helpless not only to get myself out of the stupid situations i’ve been in recently and know i will be in in the near future but the people around me and i just realise how awfuli am at trying to comfort people because i’m too busy thinking “huh, what would it be best for me to say…” then my brain rambles off into some crazy tangent which then means the awkward silence goes on…and on…like right now for instance, i’m trying to think about my friends but my fingers want me to right “by the way, i’ve reconsidered and have decided that actually i really like the song ‘Womanizer’ after all”. Seriously fingers- what is with that? I just end up staying stupid things to people. And trying to make conversation just makes me sound so…not me. Even imaginary me sucks at this. Even my Sims fail at communication. I mean how pathetic is that? I can’t get my Superstar Sims to go up a star ranking because they just can’t talk to people. Me and Imaginary me are jealous of Sim Me (who is called Julia after the love of Hoffman’s life) because Sim Me dates a guy who smokes a pipe. And wears a deerstalker hat. That’s what i want! Its what Imaginary Me wants- but isn’t going to get. She is too usy making awkward conversation for me to introduce a dashing stranger. Damnation.
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