wish i stayed – ellie goulding
Month: May 2010
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this is me listening to nevershoutnever.
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the trotsky.
everybody go watch this movie. it was actually amazing.
there was a point where it became more of a PSA than a film, but for the most part, it was charming, witty and fun to watch (although the romance with alexandra, albeit adorable during the film, strikes me as really strange in retrospect).
i mean, okay, it’s kind of a geeky film, but whatever; leon’s endearing geekiness more than made up for it. i was rooting for him the entire time. FIGHT THE POWER.
this movie actually made me want to do something, not that i’m going to take my principal hostage any time soon.
but now i feel like protesting for anything. and while watching the previews before the movie even started, i realized that my true dream in life is to one day be a lesbian teacher-contortionist who drives a car.
viva la revolution!
“…and his…demonic concubine…”
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definitely one of the best ads ever made.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
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“lettuce pray.”
this is a short story from some book i read. i don’t care what you say. it’s hilarious.
okra winfrey rushed to the hospital.
“your husband’s been creamed,” dr. beets told her.
okra was boiling mad.
“can’t you do any butter?!” she screamed.
“quiet peas! he’s in the operating room now!” said the nurse, who was steamed herself.
“here he comes!”
“well?”
“success! he’ll be a vegetable the rest of his life.”
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bring it.
you can’t honestly be blaming me for feeling how i feel. it’s not my fault my blood runs the way it does. the air i breathe fills my lungs with god knows what, but it’s not good for me if it makes me think of you.
however, this doesn’t mean i’ll just stop breathing; i won’t let you take my breath away.
no worries though. i’m not in love with you; i just like the way you make me laugh. and i think it’s pretty sexy when you drop a beat. and you know what? i think that secretly, deep down, you like the way i jive to your rhythm. and the sparks that fly when we go with the flow.
i can’t look into your eyes without cracking a smile anymore; i can’t decide whether this is good or bad. but it’s okay, i guess.
i like to smile, and i’m brave enough to not avoid your gaze.
so bring it on; stares and laughs and beats and all.
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sci-fi.
i’m sitting in mary’s science fiction class at the u of t as i type this.
she’s slightly angry that i keep raising my hand and i’ve only answered two questions (although my hand has been up for pretty much all of them). the professor spent three minutes trying to get my name.
i’m that kid who never shuts up and i don’t even go to this school.
my ‘classmates’ are all very quiet (silence seems to be a sign of maturity) and none of them have made an impression on me.
but it’s okay. i’m having fun while i’m here since i’m never going to be in this class again.well…at least until my actual school year ends.
i’ll take part in the post-june portion of the course. maybe i’ll even join her for her course on ‘literature of our time.’it’ll be like i’m already in university; a little taste to make me hungry for the meal.
maybe it’ll motivate me?
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There’s a sort of spinning in my head right now. Nothing is in focus; nothing has meaning for long. But I can see light somewhere; then again, there are also spots of darkness. They intermingle with one another, playing off of the weakness they spot in their opposite.
But you’re focused on something more obscene than that. There’s a little bit of time before you have to explain everything. Let’s make the most of it? Please? A tidal wave of tears will wash us away one day, and it will leave us cold in open air, naked and broken.
In this chill, they will cry for us; they will beg us to relent, but we will not. Strong and absolute, we will approach, our torches held up high, the fire light illuminating the grotesque masks our faces have become.
‘Adorn us with a new hope!’ they will cry.
And we will laugh in their faces.
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storm.
today started off all backwards.
i went to work thinking i had a shift at 9 am when really i didn’t. it was more of a relief than an annoyance, since i live about five minutes away from where i work. it was an easy job to go back home and back to sleep.
a few hours later, i met up with liz and we had coffee at jimmy’s (but only after trekking through howling, merciless winds, liz shielding the fancypants hairdo she had done for a high society event later in the evening). the barista was pretty cool and joined in on our conversation on vegetarianism (he happened to be vegan himself). other topics of conversation included my plans to start an out-and-proud lesbian organization at my all boys school (imagine the humour), eating art (it’s actually called eating art – you study the ways people eat) and general life, complete with love and loss.
i also had a pretty good butter tart.
we left at around 4 p.m. and the first half of my walk home was fine. the rain from earlier in the day had cleared up and florence and the machine’s ‘between two lungs’ was playing in my ears.
then it began storming; torrents of rain came out of nowhere. swift and strong, the drops kept coming until i was completely soaked and angry at the world. i was so close to escaping the storm; i’d be at my house in a couple of minutes.
the light changed to green and as i crossed the street, some tall young man came up to me and said,
‘would you like to share an umbrella?’
he had a french accent and the umbrella was pretty big, so i said yes.
my tragic suffering and pathetic slouch in the rain must’ve pulled at his heartstrings.he walked me to my house, where i said goodbye and headed for the back door.
i never got his name, but now he knows where i live…
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of the ancient world.
click the link.
reading this article got me thinking about the mysteries of the world.
i’ve always been interested in ancient civilizations and how they function. it’s a curious fascination. i keep hearing about how they had technology far beyond what we previously believed to be impossible for that time period. i once heard that members of a certain ancient civilization (the specifics escape me) were able to perform perfect brain surgery.how does technology like that get lost as time passes by only to be rediscovered generations later? we dig up ancient artifacts and are forced to wonder: are we really so advanced?
sometimes i believe that these ancient civilizations were far ahead of where we are now. i see news of these inexplicable artifacts and think to myself, ‘they knew something we don’t know.’
they knew what was up.
