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LJ...slowly clusterfucking my internetz. AHH LUNCH TIME
White! Funny how the things you are like EURGH at for like a year suddenly become Good Ideas to you. Fashion trends are starting to intrigue me..crappy webcam photos aside, it's pretty awesome.
Also, digging the hot pink for serious these days. Pink t shirts ftw! :D + hot pink on white = amazing.
p.s because I'm a stickler for tradition,
MAHAHAHAHAHA *laughs wildly and runs away*
OH, and orange. I'm kind of going insane over hot pink, orange, and fluorescent highlighter yellow. NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS, IT'S EPIK.
There's this little 9 year old girl named Chloe where I work, and she's so sweet it just breaks your fucking heart. Some girls are cute and others are nice. They're a dime a dozen, and you don't really care. But this one, good grief. You just kinda want her to like you.
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a microcosm of the real world.
p.s was running today and I saw a firefly for the first time in a long time. So I caught it. But it didn't light, so I let it go, and it lit up, and I was happy.
p.p.s oh seriously, Mew's frengers is up on my top 10 favorite albums of ALL TIME. I've been replaying 156 for the past 4 days..
LIZA: Freddy's not a fool. And if he's weak and poor and wants me, may be he'd make me happier than my betters that bully me and don't want me.
HIGGINS: Can he make anything of you? That's the point.
Something I've always longed for: to love someone so much and for so long that I've serenaded them with every single Sinatra, Ella, Etta, and Torme song that I know. Seeing as that's a shitload, well.
I'd love to sing for you on a porch at the peak of august, or under the covers. Quiet moments, you know? Not in the car, or outside in daylight. But holding your hand while we're both studying, or over the phone miles away at midnight when the sky is purple black and there's a cool breeze with the lingering smell of cigarettes from a nearby ashtray. Or with your head on my shoulder as I'm washing the dishes. I love singing while I'm washing the dishes.
And even though that's actually (surprisingly) what I'm best at, you'll only ever hear it from me once in a blue moon. And even then, probably unintentionally.
Because I'm saving it. For you. Whoever you are.
Sometimes I wish I could be more sympathetic, or idealistic, or optimistic. Or trusting, whichever. And I usually am. Just not in people.
No one has been been as opaque as we'd like to believe, not for a very long time.
Yes. If you're wondering if I have faith in people to bail me out of jail, protect me from lecherous marta freaks, etc, the answer is yes.
It's the everyday things that are a bit trickier. And I've just been doing things myself for too long to see things any differently.
It would be nice, though. To believe that all you need are friends. I'm sure I would be happier, at least. Or maybe not; it's hard to tell with these sorts of things.
So the beach trip is being finalized and we've got 10ish people, +/-. woooo! Read my lips: Rum and beach. Corona/lime okay too.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I subjected Emily to Horrible and Lame things of Epic Proportion today. Although possibly I'm not allowed to ever, ever talk about it. >___>
Wait. Wait now that I think about it, Corona/lime required.
So here I am, just minding my business. Fishing in a freaking pond in Twilight Princess that changes seasons every time you enter (it was autumn this time. Gah, the intricacy of it all. The falling leaves!! I love this game. I love this game.) Just minding my own business, row your boat, cast the line, reel reel reel HOLY SHIT A DUCK.
It was so much awesome, once the heart attack subsided.
Yeah, they freaking put ducks in the pond. They do that thing where they stick their heads underwater to look for food and their little tails waddle. I've had this game for like 2 years and I'm still amazed every time I play it.
p.s when you're in the town squre, there are cats in one guy's yard! There's a tiny one too. It plays with a ball of yarn. You can pick it up.
So I suddenly have this urge for chocolate cake. I'm gonna go make that 3 minute mug cake. Here is the recipe, for anyone who wants to do the same. When you're done, call me so we can make a toast with our chocolate cakes. And our broken microwaves. And our burned down houses.
1 large mug
4 Tbsp. flour
4 Tbsp. sugar
2 Tbsp. cocoa
1 large egg
3 Tbsp. milk
3 Tbsp. oil
1/4 cup chocolate chips (plus some extra for sprinkling on top when it comes out of the microwave)
a small splash of vanilla extract
MIX TOGETHER AND MICROWAVE.
ETA: It was good. (added cinnamon, salt, and coffee to it. It was. Good.)