ahh. listening to the old stuff i used to love on my ipod. theyre actually pretty awesome.

oh dear phone. some of you may be wondering "why is this picture so long? its so so strange" and et cetera. i dont quite know. :D

anyway, now, after at least ten minutes of stalking a person-who shall remain nameless for his or her own safety-'s blog, i have finally understood why the people in DU say that i'm exactly like the aforementioned nameless person. interesting. and all we did was go to the same kindie when we were tiny midgets. very interesting. do you guys ever look at kindie photos and wonder how those people are doing now? hmm.. i shall ponder on this question quite seriously until some other random thing captures my attention.

i want to own an artshop.[hint hint. queenie. buy me one haha]

i think my mum is getting worried about me again. this time i think it's probably because my head has been making these seizure-like bobbing actions due to the awesome music that i am currently rediscovering. awesome. haha. although, for her sake, i should probably stop. or like move to the privacy of my room. which as it turns out isnt so much 'privacy' as it is just a form of 'slight inconvenience for nosy parents' , example, my mother, who owns this pretty handy bunch of keys and can use them to barge in my room whenever she sees fit to..lovely.

pretty damn awesome songs. [the old ones i mean. or you know. "relatively" old.]
kill the director-the wombats
pandora-madina lake
bright eyes [not a song, but a band.]
only one-yellowcard
pictures of you-the last goodnight
sakasama no chou. [yes. japanese woohoo.]-SNow [ i think]
stolen-dashboard confessional
suffragete city-wakefield
where the city meets the sea-the getaway plan
the curse of curves-cute is what we aim for
newport living-cute is what we aim for
the importance of being idle-OASIS
i'm ready-jack's mannequin