monday, march 31, 2003

whoa my god. i am up at a decent hour when i don't have to be, before 10 even. amazing. i spent my whole weekend sleeping the days away, then on my monday off my waking up process begins at 5 am. wow. i go to bed at 2 instead of 5.30 and oh the difference it makes.
anyhow. just a quick synopsis follow up on the last entry there. well, we didn't go to greek town as planned. my roommate and i made it to the show- ho ho funny story in and of itself- we told our one friend we were leaving at 5 since she was supposed to come with us, she said she couldn't so early so we should go without her. oh well, said we- but then instead of leaving, we sat around for another hour playing around. when we finally got out the door i kept saying i was certain we'd bump into our other friend and she would be complealy perplexed as to why we were only just out the door when we told her we were about to leave one hour before. sure enough, my roommate and i get to the underground station and who is there? our friend. we hid behind a podium for most the while. then when the train passed us (gah!) we ran for a car, passing our friend.
then once we arrived at our stop, we tore out of the train car and literally ran to the gallery.
roommate: what if she saw us running?
me: pant...
roommate: what time should we have gotten here then?
me: five.
note: it was 6.30.
the show was great. i can't believe people are making such things at my school. there was jewellery, fashion, paintings, sculptures, installation pieces even an arcade game! my roommate's piece looked nice, and she was the only storyboarding piece there, though the lights were melting her tape so things were starting to peel up much to her horror.
we found our other friend there just moments before the show closed, the one we were supposed to go to greektown with, and when the gallery did close we waited for her outside.
and waited.

and waited!

i called her phone, but there was no answer. when i saw a few other acquaintences walk by i asked if they had seen her, they said "sure" and that she was just down the block with a whole flock of people i knew.
when my roommate and i found her, i berated her for not answering her phone and asked, "so where're we going to in greektown?"
"actually," she replied, "i've just been invited out with them." she finished pointing to the rest of the crowd. oh great. i swear to god sometimes, this really annoyed me. she had plans with us first. whatever. we were invited as well (it was actually a bit of a party at my old roommate's boyfriend's flat) but my roommate and i opted not to go as we could entertain ourselves (or that i was compleatly bitter and roommate didn't really know all of them very well, you be the judge).
we stayed in for dinner, but since i promised to take my roommate out, i made a good meal. we had a pasta salad with pecans and goat cheese, mmm, and a boboli for dinner with raspberry and pineapple sherbet for dessert. we also rented a few movies- "one flew over the cuckoo's nest" and "dancer in the dark." haven't watched the latter yet and i had no idea brad dourif was in cuckoo's nest. wow.
anyhow, that was my last gasp of joy for the semester. i think i used up all of my fun funds in the dinner, but oh well!
well, i should get to work since i'm up and conscious, thanks for your time bubbaroo.

suddenly i was @ 10:08 am

saturday, march 29, 2003

what hoi! oh how long has it been since i have written here? grief. just have been busy with life, but not busy enough it mattered to write it down here- unless you have some perverse interest in how i stayed up till 6 am this night or how much animation i drew this day... really.
not much to say even now! i wanted to talk about the oscars, but i think that is... ahem... a bit dated now. blast! i just thought catherine zeta jones was so beautiful and i love nicole kidman (even though i did not think her performance was so stellar in the hours, in fact it rather put me to sleep, but...). also, spirited away! yes, it won. i would have lost all faith in humanity if any other film won for best animation, really. then note: michael moore really annoys me. i agreed with everything he said, just not with how he said it. also, i still feel ttt was cheated on a few levels (ie no makeup or score nominations) and wish about schmidt had been nominated for best screenplay. i loved that movie.
ah.
whew. oscars alá brief.
anyhow. i'm all dressed up to go to an art gallery opening which my roommate has work in, i am so uncomfortable when not wearing pajamas or sweats, and i can't stand it! we might go to greek town for dinner though, mmm. greek food.

is he nice greek boy? i don't know.

suddenly i was @ 05:43 pm

saturday, march 22, 2003

what can men do against such reckless hate? a particularly resonating statement.
really.
what can be said, what can be done? it is started and there is no taking anything back, nothing can be undone, we can only push ahead and watch what should never have taken place play out.
it is wrong. war is always wrong. it is a travesty this is taking place. i have whole heartedly lost faith in diplomacy and rationale in any government, for all failed this time when talking and reason was needed most.
i hope it all turns out well in the end. i want it to pass.

the day war was declared, or started, i decided to go into denial. it was too much, i didn't want to see, i didn't want to know. i refused to watch television or listen to the radio. i continued on with my life and had an amazing day.
it is wrong on a thousand levels i was able to freely walk the streets of my city, being excited no less, when over someone where else people from my country are bombing others, but that is how it was.
i had spent the better half of my afternoon in the co-op office of my school, looking for an internship. i had a huge book placed in front of me, opened to the section "film/vid-ca." i circled some places, and the lady whom with i had an appointment with, began calling numbers asking these companies clear off in the sunshine state if they needed interns. one did. lighthouse productions- a company who in the past produced such films as "close encounters of the third kind" and "taxi driver." it's a story related internship- one would be reading books, scripts and looking at storyboards, the co-op lady told them about me and said i would send them a resumé and cover letter the next morning.
normally, i would have ran home and typed like mad (as i didn't have a cover letter ready) but- an old friend of my was coming to town and i was to meet her right after my intern meeting.
i met my friend. oh the fun! to see a familiar face. i was compleatly thrown off, i couldn't tell where i was! was i away in a big city going to school- or was i at home with friends?
she took me to her aunt's house, which was out aways from downtown. it was the most amazing house- four stories and decorated with art and paintings and hangings and cloth and light!
they had pets, three dogs, two cats and a room of colourful birds. in one room there were two huge harps, one of my friend's aunts is considered one of the best harp players in the world. the harps were beautiful, all carved and with gold designs.
it was amazing.
her other aunt had the news on, still no one had advanced, but you knew everyone was walking along a razor's edge and it was only going to be but a moment before someone tumbled and all battle broke lose. at this point we were all making dinner and the television was too much. we turned it off. i was seething and nauseous so it was a good thing. had the flickering screen been on one more moment and if i had to look upon the face of that idiot moron bush or hear one single more word about the tyrant saddam i was going to explode.
we sat, in quiet and ate dinner and it was nice. i was thankful. afterword i talked with my friend as it rained and rained outside. then i left.
when i got home, i gave in and turned on the news and saw, indeed, war had begun.
after finding this out, i sighed and set out to write my cover letter. -ten thousand year later- at 6.00 am it was ready to go and i was to bed, only to be up again, at 8 am getting ready for class.
anyhow. i turned in my resume and letter and it has since been faxed off to lighthouse productions on el camino drive (sweet god!) and i wait.
very nervously.
there was a anti-war protest the same day, which i was going to attend, but having stayed up all night, i fell asleep and missed it. it was big though, people were arrested. still today there were helicopters in the air and swat forces all around.
everyone is so tense.
today was a useless sort of delight day. i had a short animation meeting before meeting again with my out of town friend. basically, we spent the afternoon eating... got lunch... then cheesecake (god this cheesecake... raspberry chocolate truffle? i could feel my legs afterword...) the she joined me for my weekly grocery shop.
then, tonight i went to see the two towers (thus this entry's heading quote). i don't know if it is because i am so tired, or if it is stress, but this was my best viewing of it. i swear to god, i was moved by just about everything.
i practically had an out of body experience watching the storming of isengard. really, my breath escaped my peson. merry's speech and éowyn too. it's a good film. faulted in ways, but still very good. very relevant to the times.
speaking of which, perhaps i should turn on the news, see what is happening. can't go on forever in denial. what a horrible yet, wonderful week all at once. so many things happening. just keep moving, keep believing in good, everything passes.
p.s. cannot be bother to proof this. my pardon to anyone who got this far.
p.p.s. you're welcome viv!

suddenly i was @ 12:48 am

tuesday, march 18, 2003

so is the world going to war yet? i swear to god. give iraq forty-eight hours to back off, right, yeah, that's going to happen. since iraq has an ego as big the us, there's no way. back down. is the world doomed for war?
i don't want war.
don't get me wrong. when i say i'm anti-war, i'm not pro-saddam. i stick to the simpsons' quote from way back in the day, krusty the klown is entertaining troops during the gulf war, "suddam hussein? you mean so damn insane!"
really. that about sums up my thoughts on the matter.
i'd also like to make it clear here, i am not pro-bush either. he talks of terrorism and this, and that, bio warfare, support your country, not empty fears.

if both men (and i use the term, very, very loosely here) suddenly spontaneously burst into flame, i think the world would be better for it.
i can't think, war may be close. the world is upside down when despots and morons control the fate of everyone.

i commend countries like france for staying out of the mess. viva la france.

they'll be the next world power, watch it, we may all be eating snails soon.

every other country will be too war poor for garlic butter sauce though...

anyhow. enough bitterness. i don't know, maybe i will offer up a plea to god, nature, fate, the force- whatever it is which is out there which drives things along in life, because i am not certain what is at all, maybe they are the same thing, and beg for peace tonight. maybe if everyone pleas at once, something miraculous could happen. at least it'll get the vibe out into the general thought populous. anything can happen if you believe in it, and if millions believe in one thing, if everyone believes in peace- you never know.
or maybe i'll just wait the 48 hours and see what happens and make the best of it.

hopefully the world will survive, right? i'm sure it will. i'm just sad everything has to be such an awful mess.

anyhow. i got a single room! everyone is mocking me because, even though i had "pick of the litter" because i was at the front of the line to choose my living space, i chose the smallest room in the whole building. but i don't care! it's small, i guess, but it has a window facing out into the city. the other larger rooms face inward towards other buildings. who wants brickwalls? i wanted sun, i didn't care about square footage.
what would you have done?

i'm also on the 15th floor, ah, i'll have a view!

p.s. more terrifying than war. imagine bush or saddam without a shirt. trauma! oh my god! in speedos! leopard ones! save us!
p.p.s. oooh, that last one gives me photoshop ideas...

suddenly i was @ 01:51 am

sunday, march 16, 2003

grief. what a non day. i woke up at 3 because i went to bed at 5.30, then since it was beautiful day i went on an aimless walk for several hours before coming home and writing the worst paper ever on the representation of the female in alternative animations!
gah! i didn’t even like the films i was talking about!
gah!
i'm still working on the internship in california. it’s hard. i’m supposed to look for companies where i’d like to intern, but i don’t know what i am doing. i mean, i can rattle off a thousand film companies, but it doesn’t matter. does miramax have a storyboarding department? no. how does one get a job? who do storyboard artists or directors or concept artist work for? really. i have been wondering this. is there a union and which film people just go to and choose from the vat? do artists, directors, writers, et al, have agents? are they free fish? what? it’s so confusing.
ooooooh! viv! hello! you're into forensics as well? i love forensics, all of it. i've always said forensic entomology is my backup career. which really makes me wonder if i missed my calling what with playing with film and everything, but i guess since i think i probably just want to act anyhow, none of it much matters.
my secret dream is to go to the "body farm" which is some where in tennessee or some other random place in the states. it's a place where dead bodies (whole and in parts) have been put out into nature the most typical fashions of disposed bodies and their rates of decomposition are measured.
amazing eh?
over my last winter break i was obsessed with this channel on the television which played nothing but forensic shows. me watching forensics is like a typical jock watching football, i grunt and yell at the screen, the whole nine yards (ho ho! pun!).
tv: but there was not enough of the root to run a dna sampling test on the piece of hair...
me: use mitochondrion dna! mitochondrion dna!
tv: a new technique had just been invented though, a technique called mitochondrion dna testing.
me: yes!

my goal: make some really great film about forensics.

that or go to bed at a decent hour tonight.
i have to go this housing fair tomorrow, which decides my fate and living conditions for next year. i have to get up early for it (aka up before three, good lord).
oh, viv, the series was called bagenders episodes. very funny stuff. there are some slashy interludes there as well, which i didn't read, but they're clearly marked if those types of things intrigue or scare you.
poor pippin is so blasphemized in bagenders!
now to bed. i have to get up. i'll fill everyone in on the outcome of the housing fair (prays for a good room next year...)

suddenly i was @ 01:04 am

friday, march 14, 2003

oi, i am very tired, but i really want to spill out the contents of my mind as it is growing quite full.
interesting week. starting with monday. i was in opera class (watching carmen) when my teacher started rattling off about "bad things" happening at one of the school dormitories. his statements were raising a few brows when someone finally asked, "what do you mean... 'bad things'?"
"well," he started, "that boy who was found dead-"
everyone was floored. apparently a student was discovered dead in his room. his family had been trying to call him and couldn't get through to him, so they called security who came to the room, knocked on the door and when no response was made, entered and, well, found him.
he didn't have a roommate, and thus far there are no outwardly signs of "foul play" though something may turn up in the toxicology reports. the consensus seems to be he actually died of an illness, and as scary as it is, you can see how it could happen.
i was really sick last, last november, i didn't leave the floor and didn't eat for 8 days, finally my aunt came in led up by security and i went to the hospital. really though, i couldn't do anything for myself. you just get so weak.
but this kid. how sad and how alone... and he was only a freshman. imagine, the first time you send your son away from home... and...
he was all the way from california. a long way from home.
on a happy note, does everyone know the elizabeth smart story? she was found. i can't believe it. i thought she was gone... a long time ago. when i heard they found her i thought, "where did they find her body?" i nearly fainted when i heard they found her alive. i'm a forensic buff, right? so i'm always listening to cases with pyschos and this and that, and usually after 48 hours, the victim, is dead. i didn't think this case would be any different.
look at how jaded i am.
this however, really was a miracle.
more scary, the guy who took her? i- well, never mind.
on last thought on this- i'm not pointing fingers and it this whole event is still a tragedy and never should have happened, but!! really. hire someone off the street? sure, they said he was clean cut at the time, nice spoken, well, yeah, but so was ted bundy. you don't hire people off the street.
but let's not over much this thought.
old musings i've been holding:
living on a busy street in a big city can be very interesting. the other day there were men dressed up like london guards all about this shopping centre, posted at each door, while this marching band (also in the garb of the tower guard) kept walking up and down the street with drums bearing the american and british flags. ooook.
then, a block down there were all these girls in bright green sequined go-go dresses who were nancing about in front of this huge steaming vent. i felt for them because i think it was some sort of promotional job... imagine mini skirts and bare knees in 20 degree weather!
then, last, but not least. later, there was this compleatly random anti-war protest. i had no clue it was supposed to happen! - and it was right in front of where i live too. it was early evening, my roommate and i suddenly could hear these voices, so we went to the window to see what all the noise was about when we were met with this sea of people carrying banners and signs shouting, "peace now!" three blocks long at a glance. we opened our window and from our tenth floor room, yelped and hollered to show our support.

ne'er a dull moment eh?
this weekend is the housing fair. i am number 20 out of 300. i am scared, i want to live alone next year, i have no friends here anymore- my roommate is graduating, i'm in the first group to chose housing situations... but still. my gut gives me feelings...
today i went out to lunch the billy boyd girl. most entertaining. we tried to go to pippin's tavern, but were too afraid. i think it's just a bar... but i can't tell, and would be to embarrassed to find out anyhow. instead, we decided to find a nice old fashioned food court, but along the way we bumped into a filming crew. they were filming some movie (maybe with joe peschi <-- however he spells it) and were blocking up traffic, people and, most importantly, my pathway to my lunch area of choice. we watched for a while, but then we turned to leave which really incensed one film guy who got all snappish and angry at me and yelled, "keep walking!"
hoooo boy. calm down admiral. i have to lift my foot of the ground first to move.

also, random. finally watched trainspotting. ho! i can now really safely say, yes the film is better. it's the godfather novel versus the film complex: the book needed an editor.
notes on trainspotting:
a.the colour in the film is so wonderful, but so wong karwai, so wong karwai. the director (whoever) has to be a fan. there is also a shot of a plane landing, which i swear to god is in another hong kong-ese film, "made in hong kong." i wonder who's the fan of hk filmage? because there are films quotations all over the place.
a.5. also lots of allusions to drugstore cowboy.
b. when renton runs into the black car, it reminds me of lola in "run lola run." it's the same shot sequence.
c. hooray beatles referrences.

yawn and that's my huge thing for the week. yawn. i have no class tomorrow, yet feel i should go to school.
what is your view on this?

suddenly i was @ 03:30 am

saturday, march 8, 2003

hoooooooooooooooooooooray! i called germany! it took a million tries because i am a moron, but we did it! made contact with my german friend, hooray hooray!
i was dog tired, but i waited and waited counting on my fingers hours, waiting for a decent time to call. finally, the time came... i called.
whoops. no. i dialed wrong? what?
again. beeping noises?
nothing was going through, my roommate came over with her vast knowledge of international calling (she calls home in hong kong) and tried to assist my addlepated ways. finally we figured we were dialing a 00 prefix before the 49 country code, when we didn't have to at all.
again, i dial, minus the 00 prefix. it goes through!
once, twice (three times a lady!) the phone rings- then!?
an answering machine.
or what i believed was an answering machine, it was in german and had a long beeeeeeep after the voice. i rabbled on to the machine, said hello, said i hoped this was the right place and hi! i don't speak german.

random fact:
here are words i can say in german: she loves you, i want to hold your hand, hello, please, thank you, slaughter house five, one, two, three, good morning

then i waited. i didn't want to call again as
a. i might seem weird and stalkerish
b. i wasn't really certain it was a message machine i had talked to, let alone my friend's (deja vu, the lydia phone call ^^)

so i waited online in the vain hope my friend would email or drop by the billyboyd.net forum. in my wait though, i received more emails than i have in a month all at once. two from hanna, two from artists i had written and... one from my german friend!
she said she was home- but had missed my call because she was making breakfast (really, i was wondering what anyone could be doing at 10 am on a saturday, i'm still dead to the world at that hour). she was home currently, but would be leaving shortly.
by this time, my roommate's family had called from hong kong. she was up still, i was up, my friend in germany was up and home... i figured it was time for another call!
i called- got through- but, crisis! my roommate's and my phonelines crossed. suddenly i could hear cantonese and a german "hallo?" at the same time.
i darted out into the hall trying to escape the other line, the german voice kept repeating, "hallo?"
i was bouncing off the walls, "hello? hello? english- hello?" calling my friend's name. i'm certain my neighbors were loving me for this too.
but my wild chicken phone line dance was to no avail. the voice hung up on me. they couldn't hear me.
blast.
i went back online and waited. suddenly, my friend pops up at bb.n, i messaged her and told her not to leave, and wait for me!
a series of panicked messages were exchanged between the two of us, i explained i was the "strange call with background noise which sounded like japanese or chinese." and she laugh. really, it was a record amount of short note exchanges, 1 per minute for five minutes.
my roommate then hung up her phone, i typed quickly, "if you have two minutes, i can call again now."
my friend conceded.
i called again, right number, no answering machine, no crossed lines, and "hallo!"
i made it through.
we talked and laughed and it was wonderful. i stretched the call a bit... 13 minutes (oi) but i figure i haven't had a phonebill in three months because i never call anyone, so this one will make up for the slack. i didn't want to hang up! i wanted to keep talking. she had a lovely voice.
p.s. i have never talked to my friend before, only emailed. this was our first voice to voice conversation!
she said my first message terrified her, because she couldn't figure out who i was at first, we laughed about the crossed lines, she called her sister stupid and then told me she couldn't be so blatanly mean to her sister now because her sister was learning english and would soon figure out when she was being called names!
laughs abound.
favourite quotes:

friend: i sound like a german.
me: not bad for someone in germany!

friend (after saying how she likes to ground her little sister- she's her sister's caretaker, by the way): i'm so cruel, yet there's a big smile on my face! when i punish her i take away her tv and she cries all day.

so much fun. i was pacing and jumping and blushing, my head was in a whirl. dancing, spinning, swimming. my poor roommate probably thinks i'm insane.

pant pant.
so i had to bring myself down after the call, so i decided to type here.
whew. now it's five am.
again.
check that, 5.11 am.
not good. i have to sleep, i look like shizzat on no-sleep. two nights in a row of such?
double shizzat.
tomorrow, bed: 10pm.

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

love!

suddenly i was @ 05:08 am

friday, march 7, 2003

i am so tired, i don't even know why i'm starting this entry now. in fact, let us not begin yet. let's take a nap first...
two hours later.
woo hooo! all the world is beautiful after a nap. blast. someone who i'm quite angry with at the moment called me, waking me up, and i just welcomed them with open arms, "heeeeeeeeeeeeeeello." really, how is anyone going to think i'm upset when i'm so jovial when they call?
god.
bless
it.
all.
wow, that nap threw me for a loop. i can't remember anything, who am i? what did i want to do tonight?
rolling around in blanket, "wee!"
i have been wanting to write here all week long, but as always ran out of time. last night was the worst, i finally got to bed at about 5.15 am. had a lovely 2 hours of sleep before i was up again getting ready for class. class of course being its own little story-- also known as lse complains, battles unconsciousness and suffers from acute a.d.d.
me: is it lunch yet? is he done? can i sit down? i'm tired. is it lunch?

so let's do a little run down glorious highlights-only of my week's events.
tuesday. class. geology. i got my research paper and poster i created for the presentation back from my teacher. the poster used this image, which was really about 26 inches long and included text denoting which areas of the graphic were metaphorical for the cretaceous period etc, and what geologically was happing to the landscape. there was a little note attached to the poster reading, "i want this!" from my teacher.
so i gave it to my her, she was most pleased and said she loved it.

thursday. class. shakespeare. last thursday shakespeare class became seriously "uncool" when the teacher came into the room with a stack of paper saying, "i hestitate to call this a pop essay quiz, but that's exactly what it is."
me: craaaaaaaaap.
the paper comes my way, i read the essay question, "describe the ways in which the characters of hamlet invoke god and nature, and how they are different."
me: craaaaaaaaaaap.
i wrote some long rambling thing, wherein i talk about images of nature rotting, the ocean as madness, hamlet's god versus cladius' god- ha, and at some point i even called god, "the big guy." then i hurriedly passed it in, running out of the class hoping to forget all about the horrid pop essay.
this week, i got it back. there was a pit in my stomach as i awaited it being handed back to me.
terror! it cried.
then i got the essay back, at the top of it was a little note reading, "you are an excellent writer. you are smart and funny. i had a wonderful time with this quiz. thank you"
i literally fainted. literally? nearly i mean. all throughout the paper there were check marks and phrases like, "you are smart." and "excellent point."
as i walking out of the class with my new found billy boyd friend, the teacher told us, "you both did an excellent job on your essays."
us: thank you, thank you.
teacher: i gave that quiz so i could figure who the smart people are, you know, because there are the smart people who don't talk and then the people who just don't talk. you guys are smart.

joys! i was so nervous afterward i dropped my raisins. what if the paper was a total fluke? am i expected to perform now? grief!
but good anyhow.

friday. class. animation. my teacher used my animation to put together a promotional tape for the animation department!
woot woot.

and that's about it. i also am really hip on harry potter from reading hanna's seminar paper.
now i'm home and taking the night off. going to draw, play, eat, watch tv- whatever. long week, did 250 drawings, read things, went to a friend's art exhibit... yeah. long week. now it's time for a treat.
ooh, though i do have to call my friend in germany. i'm afraid to though as i don't speak german, and well- what if she doesn't answer the phone? i'll just sit there saying please, thank you and slaughter house five, as they are my only duestch phrases.
oi oi.

suddenly i was @ 07:42 pm

monday, march 3, 2003

hello. sorry long time no write. i went out to dinner last wednesday and suddenly became wildly disillusionsed with my social life and therefore cared not to do anything.
after my dinner of joy, i spent the next few days roaming around being bitter about my existence, my boring, boring life. i'm feeling a little less "woe" now, but i am still exceedingly angry at just about everyone i know.
people are so obnoxious at times. i can't breathe ever and i am restless always. i can't stand anything.

anyhow. i really don't have much to say- besides my bitterness (which i don't want to go into at this time) i haven't been up to much.
i had bonded with this girl who lives upstairs, five floors above me. apparently she is a billy boyd fan. ho ho! i've never actually met one in the flesh (well other than my roommate, whom i perverted towards the cause anyhow), and i have the idea, neither had she. it all started when i went on a crusade to find some peanut butter to make cookies (i had not enough to double my batch) when i came to her room, i knew fate had sent me there- because, lo! off in the distance, i could see a door adorned with small cutouts of pictures... pictures i recognized...
when i saw her later in person, i put my arm on her shoulder and said, "do you really have billy boyd on your front door?"
over the weekend she even stopped by for a visit, which, let me tell you, made my life. the last time i had a visitor was... i don't know... september or something pathetic.
she also took the opportunity to put a substantially large sized image of boyd on my door. embarrassing, but so nice, i won't remove it.
so much for any secrecy with my celebrity crush.
boy howdy.
now i can come home and say, "hello boyd" as i open my door.
what else?
ha. check out the search string stats for something tookish:
britney spears blowing up like a balloon <-- i actually said this too
spongebob shower curtain <-- ever since i mentioned it in december, this one has topped the charts
eighteen piercings <-- meee!
naughty pippin <-- gracious

my most popular ones are always, cartoon sleeping, lotr fanart, gollum quotes (?) and currently, the spongebob curtain.
sweden is my biggest country visitor as well. last month it was belgium. month before... taiwan. well actually, the us is always the largest, but i just don't even count it anymore.
whoa, where's united arab emirates?

bleh, i should get back to work. talk to everyone later.

suddenly i was @ 05:30 pm

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