Too, too too, hot. It’s ninety-four degree’s outside and I’ll just pass out, or get a heat stroke. Thinking about the heat makes it hotter, I think it’s a psychological thing. Thinking about ice cubes doesn’t make it any colder though. All my make up ran down my face today maybe because of the heat, maybe because it’s just crap that runs down my face whenever I wear it.
The Ghost In You - The Psychedelic Furs, it’s my favorite song ever. Today. Really I made my ultimate mix yesterday. It’s got some Aztec Camera, Mumford & Sons, PJ Harvey, Bright Eyes, The Virgins, Elvis Costello, Burt Bacharach, Los Campesinos!, Of Montreal, Stars, and some. I really love a decent mix.
I’m focusing my mind on music, intensely so, this evening. I’m trying to make my summer music mix. It’s just a mix that’s going to contain ten or so songs that will always be remembered as being my summer ‘10 songs. So far all I’ve got is a song by The Virgins (Hey Hey Girl) , which is definitely an anthem, and I’ll Never Fall In Love Again, the version by Burt Bacharach and Elvis Costello. It’s a crappy recording off youtube because I don’t have any means to obtain the real version, but it’s alright, it still makes me happy, and sadly (but probably for the best) describes my current mindset. I’ll add more and publish the tracks of the final mix when it has been finished and perfected.
Picture of the day. Or second picture of the day. I just thought this looked interesting. Interesting enough to put out there, into the world. The internet world…
ATTENTION: Anyone who wants to watch Lost or hasn’t completely caught up with the episodes or hasn’t watched the season finale, this could possibly spoil it for you. Consider yourself warned.
"Guys, where are we?"
It’s the beginning of the end. The four and a half hour end, that is. Lost: The show with an endless supply of torches and guns, where somehow everyone is an expert tracker and they all know how to trek through the forest like they’ve lived there for years. The secrets of Lost are being unraveled. Turns out Sayid(Naveen Andrews), in real life has an English accent, who knew? You gotta love people who secretly have English accents, I know I do.
God love Sawyer. He has great hair, no matter how long he’s on an Island, his hair is always perfect. It’s really quite fantastic, I must say. The nicknames, the guns, the cons, they won’t be forgotten.
"If we don’t live together, we’re gonna die alone."
Oh Jack… Oh Jack… We’re going to miss you, it’s true. Six years, it’s been since you first said that. Good job being a leader.
Charlie: So, first plane crash?
Claire: What gave it away?
Charlie: Eh, you can always spot the newbies.
Charlie… You all everybody. I cried my soul out when Charlie died. Not Penny’s Boat. And Claire, even though you’re crazy, you’re still in my top ten characters for sure. I’m so glad you’re still alive. Charlie, too is one of my top ten, although deceased, there still lies a special place in my heart. I hope the fictional love will live on forever.
"See ya in another life, brotha’"
Desmond, Desmond, Desmond. He’s the constant. And now in the final season he’s just gotten cooler then he already was. If he was real… I would want to love him.
"My name is Henry Gail, I’m from Minnesota"
Benjamin Linus, is my favorite character in the entire world. I never stopped loving Ben. I must say, even when he sadly let his own daughter die, killed all of his people with poison gas, suffocated Locke and murdered Jacob, I think he pays for it by being the most beaten upon character in television history. I almost want to make a post only about what Ben says. Or just only about Ben.
Libby: You don’t remember me, do you?
Hurley: Should I?
Well… Huzzah! I go to watch the season finale of Lost. Let’s all go to the event of the evening…
May Sixteenth Two-Thousand Ten: X, the reason why i will never finish your poem..
Cleanliness is bliss.
Bliss is a great word.
I do love that word.
These are the teeth I drew for my lovely Johanna.
They’re seemingly vampire teeth… Or just someone with exceedingly sharpened Lateral Incisors. It’s without a doubt up for interpretation.
I’ve been reading a fair amount recently. These… books. A series, believe it or not. Regarding a woman named Eve Dallas. I am not especially fond of the name but it suits her well.
School, it’s gonna be over soon. Won’t that just make things. It will.
I’ve been reading and writing, and removing excerpts of my reading and writing, that were outwardly interesting.
Not hearing voices. Not seeing dead. Not tasting colors. Not feeling dread.
I thought about this long and hard, although I only wrote it in mere seconds months ago. “Not hearing voices” If you were hearing voices that would most likely point to Schizophrenia. “Not seeing dead” If you were seeing dead you would most likely and hopefully hallucinating which could also be a symptom of a fair few psychological disorders. “Not tasting colors” Obviously, if you were tasting colors you would be a synesthete. “Not feeling dread” You could either A. Be emotionless. B. Not have any dread to feel or C. You could just… I don’t know, have something wrong, or right. Who Knows?
I was thinking, maybe it’s just me but I am pretty right.
I shuffle my I-tunes as I organize and re-organize my room and one song ends and another starts.
"Harry was particularly keen to avoid trouble with his aunt and uncle at the moment as they were already in an especially bad mood with him all because he’d recieved a telephone call from a fellow wizard one week into the school vacation."
Chapter 01B Owl Post
The sound of one of the Harry Potter books comes out of my speakers.
The only still remaining part of my intense Harry Potter book on CD phase.
And this is the melodic solar system. Although I must admit after listening to mercury for over 1000 years as I waited for Pluto to complete a trip around the sun I began to get annoyed and my ears continue to wring.
Sometimes I want to say things to people and I feel that if I did, problems would arise so I restrain myself, although hard sometimes, it really is for the better I would assume.
On a… More interesting and probably happier in the long run note, my Mod Cloth sweater finally came in the mail today. I have been waiting for this for… A long while now.
And in a rush yesterday evening from seeing a butterfly, running upstairs to grab my camera and quickly shooting it (with a camera) before it flew away into the sunset I captured quite the picture of my little flying critter. Added a little edge blur voilà!