Le fabuleux destin d'Amelie Poulain

I like that movie.

Amelie Poulain is my idol.

I idolize an eccentric, fictional, French girl.







I WOULD, lol!

As a dog

I'm sickies! D:
I don't exactly know what I have... O.O
My chest aches as well as most of my body,
I, of course, have asthma, aaand I have a killer head ache and cold.
Holy mama! Lolol x)
WELL; school tomorrow, I think I'll go with my star wars shirt.
It's so comfy <3

We're all black sheep.

I'm sitting on my bed.
I just woke up.
I'm craving the arts.
That's not unusual...
Je regarde a l'ecran.
I'm hearing an obnoxious medley of white noise and other various electronical items...
Why is the white noise so LOUD right now??
I'm wondering about... boys.
I'm wondering who the next'll be.
I'm thinking about how that sounded like a 'next in line' type of thing.
It wasn't supposed to come out like that.
It did, though.
I'm feeling a little... flat.
No, I'm not talking about my 32A's... I'm talking about emotion.
I'm flat-lining. That's not good.
But I suppose it's better than arrythmias.
God knows emotional arrythmias are the psychological equivalent to Hell.
I think, "DOES God know that? I wonder what type of emotion he's feeling right now..."
And then I wonder if He has emotions at all...
because movies and books tend to portray Him as a gigantic pond-of-a-person, just oozing with tranquility and appathy.
Hm.
I wonder if God's even in existence...
It's doubtful.
Biology has made me Agnostic.
Biology has burnt the little frays of faith I had at all.
Biology has made me a nonbeliever.
And in some people's eyes... Biology has made me the Devil.


Oh, the irony.

Peach insense

Long hair is beautiful. Short hair is cute.
'Tis not often that a girl with a pixie is told her hair is 'beautiful'.
'Tis not often that a girl who mirrors Rapunzel is told her hair is 'cute'.
And now that I've chopped all my shiny, healthy hair off, I realize that I'd rather be told I'm beautiful than cute.
DAMN.
Lolol!

Running With Scissors

by Augusten Burroughs.
I have my book.
This shrine of a memoir... this... sacred scripture!
My reasoning for the extreme hyperboles?
I'm not allowed to read it >:)
And I FOUND A COPY :D:D
And plus, I love it.
But yes; I'm going on fifteen years on this planet and I'm not allowed to read about pedophiliac blow-jobs and perscription pill addictions. You know... I think my parents under-estimate my mentality. I'm not like other children. Other children haven't gone through or seen half the shit I have or understand the things I do. And I know the gist of the book already, so what's eating her?? I don't get it. I suppose I'm still an innocent child in her eyes. Even though I was sure I shattered that precious illusion when I confessed about my 18 yr. old boyfriend and having been addicted to inhalants already. (I know, I know, I don't want to hear it -.-) But I guess that Would tend to make me seem even more childish. I only got addicted because I was curious; that's immature. & it seems to others that I was with him only because he was 18; which is not true... but people think it is and deem it immature. Hm... so I guess her prolonged shielding isn't completely irrational. But I'm just so goddamn sick of my parents smothering me. *sigh*
Oh well.
I got the damn book.
I'm reading it.
And it is NOT too profane for me. Lolol xD