bits and bobs

feeling all chuffed coz mommy loved her presents. considering how much it cost me it was a very good thing that she did. and then she tells me that it was her who took my tweezers without telling me. i thought i'd lost them, the same pair i've had since i was 14. i was having a nervous breakdown and thought they'd gone down the bathroom drain and sat there on the bathroom floor and cried a good 20 minutes, before going to mecca and bought a replacement, for 65 effing dollars!.

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i gave her an elise caarels bag that's just like mine but black, softer and with a silk lining. a reporter moleskine with a pen on the elastic to put in the front pocket just like my setup and a paper blanks notebook with the inlay design cover instead of a card. oh and some tulips in a box. personally i don't think there is anything more barbaric than to give fresh cut flowers to somebody. but it's mother's day, and she likes flowers. so flowers she got. but think about it though. from the moment they're cut, they're dying. the whole time you think you're enjoying them, you're just reveling in their death! only once in my life have i enjoyed getting flowers, but that's because i associated it with one of the sweetest memories i possess in this filthy little mind so...and they were so damned pretty.

but all that's beside the point.
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I was reading through some of the comments on those subject evaluation forms for from rock to rave (don't ask me how i got my hands on those, it'll only involve a long and boring story about how we had to miss the bulk of a postmod lecture trekking to safeway). There were only three comments, one from me complaining about the way michael tried to influence our evaluation, one from some girl winging about how much time we spend talking about previous weeks topic which is ridiculous since as a rule, we just don't talk in that class. and then there was the one that said "Michael is very cute, which makes it class very good..."

hmmmmm...

although since getting back my essay from michael i could almost say the same thing about him. (only one reference, contained phrases such as "on any given ungodly hour of the weekend..." and h2a. go figure). elf boy wasn't nearly so kind, the right opposite actually. i guess trying to be cute won't cut it for the postmod kids.

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oh about how michael tried to influence our evaluation. he literally went through each of the nine questions, answering them for us.

"the first one is that you understood what was expected of you before this class, so like how we gave you the subject outlines and stuff, so i think we did that pretty well. and the second one is that the subject is well taught, think about those nice powerpoint presentations, i thought we did it pretty well, and the third is that the subjects were intellectually stimulating, well, stupid question, of course it's stimulating......." etc etc.

i completely lost it. couldn't stop laughing till he left the room. *sigh*

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davidoff gold slims, could it get any better?
oh you're a smoker?
no, i just have a long term suicide plan.

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on repeat: Air - Sex Born Poison

5 things that's pissing me off atm

- ppl who were oh so close before but forgets you the moment they hook up *ahem kk*
- the lack of seeds for my bittorrent-ing of Tipping of the Velvet (i want my victorian lesbian melodrama and i want it now dammit!)
- the fact that i think i might like the bag that i gave mum better than my own
- i bought Murray Bail's published notebooks because they look just like how i write in my notebooks, short snippets here and there. and then i realised just how self-indulgent that kind of writing is.
- realising i've missed America's Next Top Model last week, all of the four times that they showed it. and the fact that i wanted to see it that bad

oh yeah and cary, i found this picture in my iphoto, still think it's a pretty cool picture in a swing-and-click-without-looking kinda way. i like how behind your head it says "dream cheesecake $8.50" awfully fitting don'tcha think dude?



aiite...i'm audi