Lies divide


What UP??! A new year tomorrow, so I thought I'd write something today. I shopped the other day. And in addition to a case of L'Oréal waterproof mascara, I also bought some of that freaky coke with the lime in it. It's very addictive.

Andrew will be going back to school in a few days. If you get the chance, please tell him to study hard. It'll probably piss him off a bit and he will most likely roll his eyes a couple of hundred times, but do it anyway. His eye- rolls can't hurt a baby.

While Andrew will be getting his hair cut regularly by his school, I'm not sure what I will do with my hair or the rest of myself in 2009. I'll spend the first few days trying to get over my fear of sitting in the front left of my brother's rented automobile. Once that fear is gone, I am quite certain that I'll be eating ginger pudding everyday till I get my results back. And then, I'll probably make fun of all my friends who will have to do another 2 years of physical education in college.

I will be going now. I hope to fall asleep within the next hour or so. May the Jonas Brothers break up if I do not stop having my showers past 3 am. Stay tuned! I'll try to keep it fresh.

Feliz Navidad

Hi there........

Sorry I haven't been at this space much. How are things? I spent a significant amount of time at a departmental store the other day, convincing my sister that she doesn't need a salad spinner. Nobody needs a salad spinner- I, for one, do not believe in salad spinners.

I've nothing sentimental to write about the past year. I wish I had, though. This year has been ridiculously insane, I think. I have seen ghosts at Starbucks, and even watched a young boy pee into a juice bottle. But more importantly, I have also seen how a person can go from good to bad to good to bad to good again.

Anyway, I will be busy spending the next couple of weeks wrestling family and friends over turkey and eggnog. And roast. And possibly also figgy pudding. I'm grateful for all of you. A very happy and healthy Christmas and New Year to everyone.

Have to go now, but please check back in 2009. Stay alert, stay alive all!

You are going to want to click on it. You are going to want to do that.

There is a way to be good again.

Got up early yesterday to bid my drum set goodbye. The room feels empty now, but at least I know it will be in good hands. It likes its milk lukewarm, with a couple of double chocolate chip cookies on the side. And please, no ice cream for dinner no matter what it tells you.

I forgot to mention this last week, but I am determined to grow myself some muscles. This land of plenty has given me the need to feed, and I don't know how to control it. (I can't control anything. What up??) I was quite buying into the idea of a gym membership until Lisa's brother told me I would lose a cup size. I will take no part in the downsizing of these breasts that my team of cheeseburgers and chocolate truffles, and I have worked so hard for- You maybe can't tell, but my boobs are huge!

My mom trashed my room in the evening yesterday, and then locked me out of her room so I couldn't brush my teeth till 2 pm today. I had plans to run away last night, but fell asleep before I could. Woke up this morning and decided after a few yawns that I would run away tonight. In the meantime, Sarah and I spent our afternoon taking advantage of the mess my mom had created. (Photography by Sarah.)

Those shorts belonged to my sister once- Evidence that Esprit used to make clothes without that awful red tag on the outside, circa 1992. I am still not over the shock, but I'm relieved that my red sunglasses remain unharmed. Although I really can't say I've got much use for them, it's nice just knowing that I have a cool pair of red sunglasses to come home to everyday.

Then I realised that I want to come home everyday. There is too much love here, even amidst all the wreckage. And, I think I may be secretly enjoying this. My mom has started referring to me as "The Justine". I quite like how it sounds. (eg: Stuart, ask The Justine where the phone is.)

Gotta bounce. Take care!

For some bizarre reason, I've been showing a lot of leg lately. Could be that I now spend most days in the wilderness. Shorts are ideal for the wilderness. (I am attempting to write about fashion.) I have mixed feelings about high waist shorts, though. They take too many years off my age, which I'm not sure is always a good thing.

Moving on, let's talk about my tank top. Oooh, horizontal stripes...... What a steal! I can't do this.

Anyway, my mom decided to stop giving me my allowance last week. I can't find my way to the truth. She might as well have confiscated my oxygen at the same time. A friend of a friend has been paying for my meals and transportation. Well, indirectly, anyway. I sold her some of my old stuff, and used the cash I got to get around.

I think my mom is hanging out with the wrong crowd again. The last time that she'd hung out with the wrong crowd, she hid our shoes around the house when we didn't return them to the rack. And then, when we didn't put our clothes into our closets, she threw them out into the garden.

Nagging is not a motivational tool.
Screaming is not a motivational tool.
Throwing porcelain plates is not a motivational tool.
Having only the right- side to your shoe is a motivational tool.
Having no clean clothes is a motivational tool.
More recently: Having no money is a motivational tool.

Spent an hour yesterday working on my avatar for Twitter. You know what they say, your avatar is a window into your soul. My avatar is currently giving off Freakazoid vibes, so I might spend another hour (or 2..... Or 3) working on it today.

Have to go now, no proper sleep all week. Good day to everyone=)

Ps- Dearest Lisa, even though you are undoubtedly the apple of my eye, I might have to start charging you for my alteration services, if I do not see the light at the end of this tunnel soon. (I didn't know how else to tell you, so I thought I'd let you read it for yourself.)

In your love, my salvation lies

Took a train into town in the afternoon, with plans to get gifts for some loved ones in mind. I ended up buying myself a few tops, and caught Beverly Hills Chihuahua. Feels like I've made watching stupid movies alone a yearly thing now. I remember flaking on Val last year, because I had "something important to do". Looking back, I'm not sure why I thought watching Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium alone was something important to do. Anyway, I officially don't like Christmas shopping for loved ones. I might end up painting rocks for everyone this Christmas. There are a ton of things one can do with a painted rock.

Things you could do with a painted rock:
1) Use as paper weight
2) Confide in it
3) Throw at someone

All right, I know 3 things isn't exactly a ton of things. But..... I mean, I'm not done with the list.

Anyway, I parked myself in a bookshop because I had a half hour to kill before my movie. Came across this book called The Gift of Nothing by Patrick McDonnell. It had a lot of meaning. (Gave me a gift idea, too.) I think more recently, it's gotten challenging for a lot of people to just enjoy each other. Some of us lose ourselves in all the clutter, we forget our way back home- Which is where the heart is.

A quarter to 6 in the evening today, I decided that I don't want to eat anything for the next few days. But then, I made some calls. And then, I met some people. And then, I ate enough sushi for a family of 5. Where is my cool?

That's all. Goodnight!

Oh no, you don't care a bit

Mmmm whatcha say?

At a friend of a friend's place right now. Can't quite call him a friend yet. Watched as he finished an hour long set in the evening. His work is very impressive. Quite surprised that there wasn't a trace of Imogen Heap in his iTunes library. Downloaded a few of my favourite Imogen Heap songs for him. I found a mix of Hide And Seek by Randy Boyer and Eric Tadla on the internet that's refreshing. You may want to check it out in your own time.

We ordered Thai curry online about an hour ago. That same curry, still isn't here. Anyway, a few of us had a honest- to- goodness discussion about how long it takes to recover from a break up.
- Half of the length of your relationship.
- 500 shots of alcoholic drinks of your choice, however long that may take.
- The sum of your heights ÷ the sum of your weights × length of his pee pee (limp), in months.
- Never ever.
I think I could do 500 drinks in a week, if I really wanted to. I mean, if I put my whole heart into it. Just saying....... =(

"One of these days, you'll miss your train and come stay with me." Haha, something interesting soon. Be well, love u all