Tuesday, March 25, 2008
when hedda meets octeo.
COME ON, HEDDA GABLER, FILL MY MIND!lit tomorrow. hmmmmm.
*twiddles fingers nervously*
Today's geog learning journey was quite fun, the lecture was tolerable and the aircon in the bus ROCKED.
The bus is a good place to come up with all sorts of crap like moose land abundant in pink, strawberry-chocolate flavoured grass and loads of SLIMMING POOLS for fat mooses to get a daily slimming soak in, moose beer (MOO-ger beer) in i celand, and that all moose in Mooseland are in fact male and can only reproduce by being gay, and the midwives in Mooseland will forever be saying "IT'S A BOY, IT'S A BOY!" everytime a moose is born. And the gross-ness of moose milk, papaya milk and p/a/n/g/y/a milk! Ohmygawsh the stuff we come up with.
Oh yeah. HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIZZ AND DIY LOVE :)
i wrote a song i wrote a song! but the lyrics were weird, probably because i was pushing alot of frustration into it, which is why that song shall be a secret unless I do get to sell it or something.
sometimes I wonder if I will ever get to sell my songs to rockbands and chinese singers next time :D
will. write. a. song. for. wilberpanweibo. to sing. one day. provided. he's still. in. the music. industry. by. the. time. i'm. in my twenties.
I think I like softer light, like hedda gabler. Darkness is nice for me but a little light would do too.
Octeopus rambled on and on and on, on
10:00 PM.
