PARDON YOU!?

i came across this the other day.
(no pun intended)
i believe it is a picture of note,
thus the reason for me posting it.

also, i did get a good chuckle and then immediately awkwarded(yeah, i make up words) out.
hopefulll your reaction mirrors mine.




xo.

maybe when i die, i'll get to be a car.. driving through the night, ; lighting up the dark..

those words are an excerpt from one my favorite songs: it's okay by Land Of Talk. AS we all know, though not all of us care (i.e. myself) the Juno's were yesterday.. (i know at this point, you're wondering if this will simply be another tangent, it won't i sware!).. the video for It's Okay is beautiful black and white story, of what i'm not to sure, i haven't seen it enough to be able to get past the ignorance of awe. but clearly i am not foolhardy because they were nominated for Video Of the Year.. UNFORTUNATELY that title was taken by Little Bit Red - Serena Ryder (directed by Marc Ricciardelli).. but i don't care about that.

so here's It's Okay directed by WeWereMonkeys, unfortunately i lack the skills to embed this video to my page; so go to youtube..


tell me whatcha think.

xo.

yo, i be ill.

it's funny how slang can change such a usually horrid phrase into something that, once you look past the putrid grammar, can be positive.. striven for in fact.

wellll, let me tell you, i did not set out to be sick nor am i in any way pleased about it. but here i am, day 2.5 home, miserable. well, i guess that implies i was home the whole time, this is simply not the case. today i went out with my mumma, got my passport and some other crap. hate to brag BUT, i'm positive that i am the owner of the least attractive passport photo taken in 2010. i'm kind of a big deal.

getting back to the topic on hand. my illness, yeah i am a big deal, seems to target primarily my sinuses.. i mean, i would go into detail but my mom was so 'enthusiastic' about it when i explained my situation to her that i think i'll pass. i always try to learn from the first time.

sitting home, toute seule, you would have thought it would have been an excellent opportunity for me to be productive and get a lot of shit out of the way.. but yesterday i simply existed. and today i slept and went out to see family and shiz. which was a nice change from sitting at home watery-eyed and suffocating on my own mucus. gross eh? imagine dealing with it.

but the point is, while roaming the internet looking for purpose i found this stuff.. view them!

p.s. i actually found more than that but it only let me upload 5 at a time, and that took far too long for me to be interested in uploading anymore for the time being.

wise words.

BAHAHA..

click here if you don't get this..
P.S.
forward it to 31 seconds, if you don't want to revisit 1999 for any longer than necessary.

self-explanitory.
;)

BAHAHAHAHHAHA!

price check

"can infatuation blossom after time or is it an immediate sensation, that passes as swiftly as it starts?"
"infatuation can be both fleeting and enduring"
"like a wave? where the tide recedes so low you forget it had been?"
"yeah"

Before i had had this conversation, i was under the impression that infatuation was more of a once born incident..

The return of the feeling has brought so many questions to my mind, resulting directly in another sleepless night.. perhaps my first non-homework related all nighter in months. Pardon, i digress.. love, infatuation.. infatuation, love.. But what if the feeling of infatuation is more befitting of the title 'love'.. what if this 'infatuation' is not simply a foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion or attraction. If it surpasses these guidelines than is it love? or is there, perhaps, an in between stage? And if so, is that the liking stage, the i'm-falling-for-you stage?? Sometimes there is too much Greyscale, it becomes hard to tell risks from bad choices. Or genuine feelings from the imagined.. Will these always be the choices to be made with matters of the heart and head? A game of assumptions, choosing between charades or broken telephone? Or will there be that one person to effortlessly polish the smears and stains away, making the crystal clear.. the clear previously so passionately fought for..? Oh, i am plagued by my heart and my mind for they are too amicable, though neither knows much more than the other.. And i am left floating in a sea of my own bearing..

all i can hope is that it proves worthy..

"never leave the house without your make-up.. without your mascara and lipstick.."

my cousin told me that today. she wasn't saying that i need make up, but that as a girl you should always uphold a certain standard. she turns 3 in May.

officially this is my very first post. though, that might have been the most redundant statement i have made in my short lived life. speaking of which; i'm thalia, meaning i am 18 years old and a girl. that is all you need to know.. and if you know more than just that, congratulations.

i spend my days.. doing whatever it is my heart feels. i can't give a single definite daily activity that i willingly participate in(i.e. waking up at 6, going to school). well other than dance, but that is my addiction.. other than that you could find me in reading books, out with friends, walking, cooking, writing, exploring this abyss of knowledge, thinking, chatting.. who knows, i try not to wake and make plans because you can never control what the day will bring. i aim to fret only about the things i can affect...




okay,
that in my opinion,

is enough of a little blurb.
who knows what i'll have to say tomorrow..
if i'll even be on tomorrow.

xo.