CAKE: Short Skirt, Long Jacket

Mmm....CAKE is yummy.

And I do mean the band.

Hannah equals amazingness. I'm somewhat jealous of her amazingness. The lucky bitch. Perhaps I shall kill her to obtain this amazingness. But then it wouldn't be Hannah-amazingness. It would be Kirsten-amazingness. And Kirsten-amazingness isn't all that amazing as Hannah-amazingness. Then again, I don't believe that Hannah does in fact have amazingness all to herself. She's a sharer. She likes to share her amazingness and give to the people.

....Vote Hannah?

.........wait....I need to kill Hannah in order to obtain her full amazingness. Hannah, how would you like to die? Poison? Knife? Chainsaw attached to what -would- be my hand but I chopped it off to prevent ~~~~~~~EVIL~~~~~~~ eating me alive? That so happened to me. I swear. No lie. I lurv you a little, Hannah. But one day....ONE DAY! Your amazingness will be mine.



Note: See why I like CAKE so much? They give me crazy ideas.

Smashing Pumpkins: Tonight, Tonight

I'm...
happy.


I'm actually...
happy.


I'm actually really...
happy!

Maroon 5: Sunday Morning

Valentine's Day, Part One.

Still hate the damn day. Got no plans, got nothing to do, bored out of my mind.

But...

I'm ok. I got a couple IM's already and a few emails wishing me a Happy Valentine's day from my friends. Felt kinda good reading them...especially since a few of them are from happy couples and others are from singles and they all seem honest and legit.

I'll probably update this a bit later in the day, hence the "Part One". Other than that...lets hope the day gets better!

Alicia Keys: If I ain't got you

Pre-Valentine's day, aka: February the 13th.

I hate Valentine's day with a passion unknown to any fathomable form of intelligence.

Its prolly because I have no Valentine.

I remember, all during Elementary school and everything, I never had a Valentine. Oh I got cards from my friends, the select few that could remember how to spell my name got special treats while everryone else in the class got a big "Fuck you" style of card. But, I never actually -had- a Valentine. Then Jr. High came...still didn't really have one. There was that stupid "Send some candy to your crush!" bullshit, but whatever...I never got any. Then High School came and those gay carnations and singing telegrams. 10th grade, I got one or two from two seperate friends out of pity. 11th grade, I told no one my class room so I recieved zero. 12th grade, got a few and a singing telegram.

And throughout all the time, whether I had a date or not, I absolutely HATED the day. It was so commercial. Why does there need to be a day to profess your love to someone? Why do you need chocolate and roses and cards to say it? If you truly love someone, its ten times more romantic to say it on any given day, just at random and complete surprise to a girl. "I love you," sounds so much more real while taking a walk down to the park, or waiting for the train/subway/cab/trolley to arive, or just appearing at her door to tell her that. When you say "I love you," on Valentine's day, it just...seems so forced like: "Fuck, its that special romantic day that every girl loves so I'm gonna have to say I love you to her and give her shit. Damn..."

Unless its from the heart, and girls know, its worthless.

Then again, I am dateless, I am bitter, and I am in such a horrible mood cause I've been ditched twice now in the past week by the same guy, a guy whom I care a lot about cause we've been through so much and I can't get mad at him...and I don't know why, cause if it was me who ditched him, he'd be having a shit fit right about now.

I really doubt he'd even say "Happy Valentine's Day!" tomorrow to me...

The Fray: Over My Head

So there's a lot of snow on the ground around here. Like...about a foot or so. Its kinda crazy. I forgot how much I -loved- snow. I mean, it would be so much better if there was someone by my side to have some fun with me. But ya know, we can't always get what we want. That's ok though. Cause, I'm ok. I've kinda come to terms with not being with anyone. I'm happy, for the most part. I've got some great friends that are by my side and there to make sure I'm ok. I've got a great personality that I know someone will fall in love with.

I just, kinda hope it happens sooner than later.

Arctic Monkeys: Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts

I've really become attached to this band. They're pretty cool, outside of the fact that half the lyrics I can barely understand cause they're from England and have the very thick accent. Its sexy, very much so. And the lyrics that I can understand, really hit home hard. Anyways...

I miss all my friends down from Abington. Half tempted to get an apartment down there, but then I think about that and then I'll realize that I'll hate it even more than being far away. 'Cause its like...when you're there, you see all the problems that the town has and everything like that, but when you're not there, you think about all the good things about being there and not the problems.

That's how a lot of life is.

When you have something, you think about all the wonderful things of not having that thing. Yet, when you don't have it, you clearly see all the problems.

Why is life like that?

Who knows...

Arctic Monkeys: Fake Tales of San Francisco

I have come to the acceptance that if someone wants to be my friend, they easily can. I have no reason what-so-ever to try and impress anyone to be my friend. Now, I just need to come to terms about the males that are in my life. And by males, I mean those that seem interested, but obviously don't have the god damn balls to say anything other wise. By saying anything other wise, of course, I mean them just releasing their feelings and telling me how they really feel about me. And by how they really feel about me, I mean if they like me or not.

Love, truly and honestly, does not exist in this world until you've found it. All what's there is pure lust. After the lust, there is a small, and I mean small, maybe a 2% to 5% chance, that the person will fall in love with you. Until then, I need to learn to sit back and enjoy the ride. And by ride, I mean sex.

Does that sum up me in a nut shell? No...not by a long shot.