It's like life, but it's on a stick

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Listening to : Wierd Al - Everything You Know Is Wrong
Bracelets: Paper-clip - gold and white, and watch
I'm sick, so I got to skip school. It's sad that you can only miss it if you're so clogged up you cause a bubonic plague every time you exhale. -_- This stinks. AND I have to take all those home-grown remedies, too.

Yeah.... gonna sit down and fester for a bit. I drew a really good picture of Sa'aki. Apart from that, Freaky Factory (@ Neopets) is a good game. I'll probably get sick of it pretty soon, but meh. Gonna go bye-bye. ZZzzz.


Monday, May 24, 2004

Reading: 'Vinci & Arty' - webcomic
Just finished reading 'Are You There God? It's Me, Margret' - stupid book. Don't mix religion and menstruating unless you're Isaac Bashevis Singer. Judy Blume, it is your destiny to write HUMOUR. H - u - m - o - u - r.

Thursday, May 20, 2004

I've been reading a webpage where a girl described her ideal boyfriend (how come it's always boyfriend, never husband? gah.)
Anyway, it was HORRIBLE. I know she probably never expected to meet someone who lived up to the 100+ qualifications, but... okay, come down-to-earth. No guy anywhere is perfect. If 'Rachel' did find a guy like that, he'd probably have the worst criminal record on the planet, or be an arcane wizard fleeing from the kingdom of Enther because he was framed for the shattering of the Queen's Magic Mirror.
I'm going to get straight to the point. NOBODY IS THAT PERFECT. Nobody has perfect straight teeth, a tan, wakes you up with a kiss, blue eyes, AND calls you 'girlfriend' instad of 'Rachel' - okay, maybe one person, but he wouldn't have all the rest of the stuff. You know all those e-mails that tell you not to settle for second-best? Well, sometime second-best is all there is. When girls dream about their dream guys, they often forget that real guys are all hormone-driven, more interested in cars than how your make-up looks, and not likely to be too interested in world affairs (although it would be nice if they were!). I'm guilty of day-dreaming too, but perhaps it's just me, but all mine involve other people's ideal soul mates. (I hate that term- soul mates. For some reason, it bugs me.)
Then again, I'm listening to Lay All Your Love On Me right now. Mmmnneh.
My dream guy? You don't dare. I won't know till I find him, will I? I'm not going to expect some male blonde bombshell for any reason (not the least of which is that natural blondes are extremely rare here in Canada). He'll probably be older than me and male. That's all I really know. I can't count on having an abstainer, or someone who's never done drugs, because it seems that 80% of the male population in my school has done drugs (not extensively of course, just once or twice)- and if a school full of pre-teens has that high a rate, I can't be too optimistic.
I'm terribly chatty, aren't I? I'm going to just... retire and... post the lyrics to Elektronik Supersonik. Yes! Good idea, Anna, have a cookie!
That was tasty. Here you go:
(as best as I can hear)
Get it at:
( = Male background singers
[ = Female singer
= Lead singer

Hey baby, wake up from your asleep!
We have arrived onto the future, and the whole world has become...


Hey, baby! Ride with me away!
We doesn't have much time,
My blue jeans is tight,
So onto my love rocket climb.
Inside tank of fuel is not fuel, but love!
Above us, there is nothing above, but the stars- above.

[All systems gone!
Prepare for downcount!]
Five (five)
Four (four)
Three (three)
One! (One!)

Fly away in my space rocket
You no need put money in my pocket
The door is closed I just lock it
I put my sparkplug in your socket
(Ha! Ha! Ha Ha Ha Ha!)

[The sonic sky is bright like fire!]
You and me gets higher and higher
[???Half communication fire!???]
Only thing can stop us is flat tire
(Ha! Ha! Ha ha ha ha!)

Hey, love crusader!
I want to be your space invader!
For you I would descend the deepest moon crater!
Is is more stronger than Darth Vader!
Obey me- I is your new dictator!
For you is Venus, I am Mars
With you I is more richer than all the Czars
Make a wishes with a shooting stars
Then for you I will play upon my cosmic guitars!

[Fasten your belt-seats!
We has commenced our descent.
I trust you enjoyed this flight
As much as you enjoyed this exit?]

Now back on Earth is time for downsplash
Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash
People have arrived to cheer me from near and far
And as I ???, I open door and shout

(As surely as the sun rises in the west
I am the greates singer and the bestest
Come, let me put ring of ??? upon your finger
Then like a smell around you ever lingers!
OK, is time for end, no more will I sing!
Let me take you back in time
I want you to experience big bang!)


Long live Space Race
Long live Molvania.


Thanks! That took a while. Anyway. I'm gonna love ya and leave ya and sign off. Bai-bai!

- Doodle