i watched the fight on HBO because there was nothing better to do. klitschko's freaking eye gash made me cringe...ahh. not pretty. i don't think i could ever like boxing. if there's no blood it's boring, and if there is, i feel sick. maybe it's not so much blood that bothers me (because that i find rather, erm, interesting) but cuts and gashes. eep ( Read more... )

i think i just felt the earth move.

i was sitting and everything swayed
l e a n e d
and i reached out for my desk and t h e n
it was all alright.

i feel delusional because i doubt it really happened.
my head must have started spinning and i just must have lost my balance.

while sitting down.

what the hell.

i was eating lunch in the cafeteria today and reading an opinion iece about our beloved avril lavigne in some magazine ( Read more... )

hair is seriously the funniest thing ever ( Read more... )

it was worth it. it was not spectacular (then again, what can i say after a single day?), but it was fun. the people are nice, i have my own desk, and there are a few hot guys (although go figure, they're gay).

stolen from mandoir ( Read more... )

i'm still so sunburnt. i can't lift my arms all the way up. ow ( Read more... )

rai nasu nn yday: it seriously feels like my shoulders are made of steak ( Read more... )

so i am back from nazi cheerleader leadership camp.

they think i'm a stuck-up arrogant outspoken bitch

and i must say i had much fun acting like one - for once in my life.

i'm sunburnt. it's painful.

oh yes. and someone who's name i don't know taught me how to swing.

two o'clock three o'clock four o'clock rock..

pleasure forever is good ( Read more... )