This is incredibly selfish and cowardly of me, I know-- but if facing real life means getting separated from my most important people by distance, then I don't want to.
Yah, I'm a bit too dependant.

One of the most annoying things in this world: having a part of a song playing in your head, desperately wanting to know what it is, but googling does not yield a satisfactory result with the keywords you can give it. Argh!

"Until the sun(?) comes crashing down, (something something), that's how long I'll wait for you, that's how long I'll wait for you..."

I have found Pandora. Or, well, not found, because I heard about it ages ago, but only yesterday did I go there, and today begin to explore. It's awesome. Never mind that I don't live in the U.S. :P
It's my saviour during work, because I can't do anything without music. Winamp refuses to function, and listening to the same CDs starts to taste like wood after a while - so, yay for Pandora!
Now if I could only get my own computer fixed or renewed so that I could listen to and watch stuff on it...

Happy new year. :3
To everyone, but especially to the speshul people. ^_^ You know who you are, hopefully. *glompifies*

'Tis my eye, after going to an eye doctor... <_< The picture is a couple of months old, but that's what my eyes looked like today as well. *went to an eye clinic* There ish something funny in meh eyes, they say, at least in the right one.

Apparently, there was a story about the accident yesterday in today's newspaper. The person had tried to cross the road while there was a red light, had been hit by a car, and died.
I wish they would have lived, whoever they were. But I kind of knew that they would die when I saw them on the roadside. Something just told me that.
I wonder how it must feel for the driver of the car, or the family of the person who got hit. It must be awful. I have a feeling I shouldn't feel so detached about this, that even if it was a total stranger, it should have a greater impact on me. I don't know.
That was the closest I've ever been to Death, because I've only been in funerals before, and by the time those take place, Death has long since departed with the soul.
I wish s/he has a good life next time around.

Someone was lying on the side of the road. Face down, unmoving, in a position that was just a little unnatural. Girl, boy, I didn't know. Hardly mattered at that point, I thought. There were two or more people standing near, and a car with a broken windshied had been stopped right next to the body. I remembered a commercial I'd seen in the summer, where a little girl's injuries are reversed and she wakes up in the middle of the road with a little gasp. They were advertising tyres. I think. I felt vaguely silly for making that association in a situation as serious as this, but I guess that's the human mind for you.
We drove past the scene, but the image remains.


Unfortunately, this was a true event.

This is what we do on an extended break during work. Horrible doodles on Paint. I could have slept, but no, I chose to draw instead...

I had a nice little mini-sized identity crisis this morning. It was short-lived, but staggeringly strong.
See, we look exactly alike, my mother and I, all the way down to the hairy mole on the cheek. I think she has it on the right side whereas I have it on the left side, but it's still there. We have a similar bodybuild: short and curvy. So when she borrowed my pants, one of my favourite ones may I add, I was kind of uncomfortable seeing just how same we look. It doesn't help that we both currently have short hairstyles. Well, she got hers cut really short, like a hedgehog, and I'm letting mine grow, but still...
It bugs me. This morning I told her to hurry up with getting herself new pants and returning mine, because they are Mine, but I only figured out why I was so upset about it when I was walking to the bus (well, aside from the perpetual 'tired -> cranky and overly sensitive' mode I have going).

Delayed rebellious stage? :P
I don't know. I guess I just felt that my individuality was in danger. I know that trying too hard to be individual just makes you look like one of the masses, but I want something to separate me from my mother. I guess it's partly accountable to the fact that all my life, I've heard how we look like twins or something, how it's so clear that we're related. Know the other, you recognise the other instantly. Of course there's the age factor, but bleh.

I think all of this is just me being silly again.

Damn Seagulls rocks my socks. I can't wait for the gig in February. Uwaahh! <3
Seriously, along with Queen, they are teh best EVAR.

And yes, this is me fangirling. :3

Here is the awesome Christmas poem written by me and [Teufelsweib]. xD


Kitty and Vorkje
were planning out an evening
with lots of delicious things to eat
a movie or two
and fooling about (the silly things they are)
including, of course, a visit to the sauna

They thought to spend Christmas together,
you see
in a true Elftowner way
frolicking like tipsy elves
giggling themselves silly all day

All of a sudden
in the midst of the fun
they noticed--
tiny little men
were jumping off the balcony!

Such a shock,
an unbelievable sight
as was witnessed by them
it wasn't raining snow
but raining naked men!

as excited as they were
they ran outside
danced between this awkward snow
this was the best christmas they ever had! :P


*curtsies* :P

I want to go study to become a cook or a baker, keeping all the artsy stuff rather as hobbies than actual occupations (wouldn't mind earning money with it occasionally, though!), but I also want to go somewhere as an au pair.
Problem is, when to do that, and am I actually capable of it... I know I made an entry about that a while ago, but now I'm thinking about it again. Hrm.

I have just bought myself tickets to the next concert of Damn Seagulls on 17th February, I am reading the first PostSecret book, and I'm going to go see 'The Holiday' at some point, and even if I might end up going alone, it doesn't bother me that much. I feel kinda good. <3

http://www.myspace.com/damnseagulls
http://postsecret.blogspot.com
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457939/

Merry Yule, Christmas, whatever you celebrate, and have a very happy new year.

In case some of you crazy people want to hear me sing, here's a record of the Wolf's Rain theme song.

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I managed to make myself depressed for Christmas again. Whopedoo.

But positively thinking, Christmas is, like my birthday and New Year's Eve, a milestone, a sign that I've survived yet another year without losing it completely or getting myself killed. I guess that counts for something.

Here are pictures of the self-made jewelry I gave to Lea. Images kindly taken by [xerya], because I forgot to do it before I left to deliver the presents. *bops head*

I just wanted to tell you that Les Choristes is a wondefully beautiful film. That is all. As you were.

I have made a bracelet and a necklace as Christmas presents for Lea. They are teh pretty. I hope she likes them. <3