fainting spells really are a bitch.
especially when you wake up and you have a migraine the size of zimbabwe.

mrff.

YOU JUST HAVE TO BE THERE, DON'T YOU ZIMBABWE? >:o

They bought a round for the sailor
And they heard his tale
Of a world that was so far away
And a song that we'd never heard
A song of a little bird
That fell in love with a whale

He said, 'You cannot live in the ocean'
And she said to him
'You never can live in the sky'
But the ocean is filled with tears
And the sea turns into a mirror
There's a whale in the moon when it's clear
And a bird on the tide

Please don't cry
Let me dry your eyes

So tell me that you will wait for me
Hold me in your arms
I promise we never will part
I'll never sail back to the time
But I'll always pretend you're mine
Though I know that we both must part
You can live in my heart

Please don't cry
Let me dry your eyes

And tell me that you will wait for me
Hold me in your arms
I promise we never will part
I'll never sail back to the time
But I'll always pretend that you're mine
I know that we both must part
You can live in my heart


this song gets me everytime. ;_;

people tend to take themselves all too seriously.
i really did not know that in oklahoma, your truck is actually an extension of your sexual preference.

and, incorrectly taken out of context, this can result in people getting really mad.

like im just floating out in this big universe. landing on thing after thing, becoming obsessed with it, then tossing it away. in the end, nothing really sticks, except the fact that i'm still just floating aimlessly. i don't think i'll ever really stop.

i need to trim my bangs.


here's a turkey.

in a choose-your-own-adventure book, you read and sometimes you choose. you will turn to the wrong pages and you will turn back and turn to a different page. when the alternate options fail, you turn back even further. until you have a happy ending.

i am currently at a point where i cannot make decisions anymore. it takes too much energy. i let things happen, and i lie and i do as little as possible to advance. there was a period of about two years when i lived with minimal emotion, and it was easy. every day was empty and familiar. any work done was purely mechanical but it was excellent by anyone else's standards. i think i convinced myself that i was superhuman. this is not the case anymore. i am average.

i imagine alternate endings. ¿whatifwhatif? whatifihadnot been forced to move and lost all my friends at the age of eleven and barely beginning puberty? whatifihadnot been tormented throughout middle school? whatifihadnot been obsessed with a boy who so blatantly, in retrospect, used me? was it worth it to explore and gain the knowledge? was it worth it to tune out criticism from others?

is it better to arrest mental/physical growth at eleven and grow up too quickly mentally, or would it have been better to stay somewhat immature and healthy?

i cannot reverse, so all i do is be still, keep the room cold, and hope that the moment will freeze over and i will be safe from the next horrifying chapter.

DISCLAIMER: i'm not a nazi, nor do i affiliate with nazis. even if they are mildly attractive, in a hannibal lector kind of way.

"do you mind if i whistle while we walk?"
"no, no, by all means, go ahead der fuhrer."
"really? because it looks like you would get mad if i whistled."








"YOU! YES, YOU BOYS THERE! do not look in my window, or i will be forced to throw a juice box at you."









baby hitler is confused. EVEN BACK THEN, HE HAD AWESOME STYLE. DUH.









does this one even NEED a caption?




UPDATE: i made a hitler photobucket.
CH-CHECK IT.
http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y271/poisonxthexwell/hitlerhitlerhitlerlol/


(:

just when i begin to feel normal again, something else happens to ruin that sense of normality.
but nothing is there.



i don't like this absence of human contact.

i watched eraserhead finally, it is creepy as hell.
aaah.
and i went to the asian market yesterday and found squid ink flavored ice cream. and these weird marshmallow egg things that you microwave with bread.
of course, i didn't buy them. but they caught my interest. and not in a good way.
i'm disappointing myself.

making out to ninja kids is the best thing ever.