Don't use Mr T quotes unless you know they're actually Mr T quotes!
Hmm. It's been a while since I've done a proper blog. Mostly I've just been blogging YouTube videos and stuff on here. Oh well. That'll all change now~!
Well, Mum and I have been cleaning the house frantically, seeing as there's some people coming on Friday. I've been arguing that people know I'm a total slob and I don't think they'd paticularly care, but Mum says that we have to dismantle the Laundry Couch. I'm cut.
Speaking of Mr T, I want to buy the first season of the A-Team when I'm out shopping tomorrow. I fucking love the A-Team. One of the best shows to come out of the 80's ever. ^_^
Oh hell. I'm turning into a Doctor Who fan-girl. Someone stop me. I've been reading Doctor Who fan-fiction. *is pathetic*. And, because I've said that this is a no-holds barred blog, I've been reading *twitches* Doctor Who slash-fiction too. NONE OF THE REALLY BAD STUFF THOUGH! Just all, 'The Doctor looked into The Masters eyes and realised that maybe he wasn't such an evil guy after all... And The Doctor and The Master strolled off into the sunset, hand in hand, the last two Time Lords in existence....'
SO DON'T CALL ME A PERVERT (even though I am *leers at a pretty man walking past*) BECAUSE I'M NOT A PERVERT IN THAT WAY!!!! XD
Umm. Yeah. Going grocery shopping tomorrow. Planning on buying heaps of junk food. And a billion bottles of orange juice, because I've been craving it really badly latley.
Oooh, and remind me, I have to get Sam a birthday present for Monday. I dunno what I'm gonna get her. Oh well. I'll figure it out. I always do. I had an alright idea the other day, but I need to let my brain elaborate on it some more.
Oooh. I have a stereo in my room now. It looks nice. Except it's a hunk of shit. But it goes up loud and I can use it when I'm cleaning, as opposed to the shitty speakers I have on my laptop. >_<
Oh, and here's the obligatory picture of a pretty man.
Boisa-bis-o-boisa - Jens Lekman
Boisa-bis-o-boisa, gaiso-gois-a-gaisa x 8
Spider baby see the daylight burst
Cry mommy as they rehearsed
Nice spiders always finish last
Spider babies having mommy for breakfast
I played the piano for them
I’ve written a piece for them
Called spider symphony number ten
The spider ain’t my friend
Boisa-bis-o-boisa, gaiso-gois-a-gaisa x 4
So I walk out, out in the night
I love the nature, nature’s always right
It tells me not, not to fight
Nature and justice just ain’t that tight
So I kill the hostage
I define what the concept of trust is
Maybe it’s the opposite to what lust is
Maybe it´s just this that can make me a nihilist
Boisa-bis-o-boisa, gaiso-gois-a-gaisa x 4
In a clearing I sit down on the grass
Waiting til midnight for the after-midnight jazz
Coming from the crickets and their instruments
The time, the sound and the sentiment of
Trees in the summer, why make me dumber?
I somehow forgot your number and fell into a deep deep slumber
And I slept for a thousand years and I cried a thousand tears
And I slept for a thousand years and I cried a thousand tears
And I slept for a thousand years
Boisa-bis-o-boisa, gaiso-gois-a-gaisa x 4
Well, Mum and I have been cleaning the house frantically, seeing as there's some people coming on Friday. I've been arguing that people know I'm a total slob and I don't think they'd paticularly care, but Mum says that we have to dismantle the Laundry Couch. I'm cut.
Speaking of Mr T, I want to buy the first season of the A-Team when I'm out shopping tomorrow. I fucking love the A-Team. One of the best shows to come out of the 80's ever. ^_^
Oh hell. I'm turning into a Doctor Who fan-girl. Someone stop me. I've been reading Doctor Who fan-fiction. *is pathetic*. And, because I've said that this is a no-holds barred blog, I've been reading *twitches* Doctor Who slash-fiction too. NONE OF THE REALLY BAD STUFF THOUGH! Just all, 'The Doctor looked into The Masters eyes and realised that maybe he wasn't such an evil guy after all... And The Doctor and The Master strolled off into the sunset, hand in hand, the last two Time Lords in existence....'
SO DON'T CALL ME A PERVERT (even though I am *leers at a pretty man walking past*) BECAUSE I'M NOT A PERVERT IN THAT WAY!!!! XD
Umm. Yeah. Going grocery shopping tomorrow. Planning on buying heaps of junk food. And a billion bottles of orange juice, because I've been craving it really badly latley.
Oooh, and remind me, I have to get Sam a birthday present for Monday. I dunno what I'm gonna get her. Oh well. I'll figure it out. I always do. I had an alright idea the other day, but I need to let my brain elaborate on it some more.
Oooh. I have a stereo in my room now. It looks nice. Except it's a hunk of shit. But it goes up loud and I can use it when I'm cleaning, as opposed to the shitty speakers I have on my laptop. >_<
Oh, and here's the obligatory picture of a pretty man.
Boisa-bis-o-boisa, gaiso-gois-a-gaisa x 8
Spider baby see the daylight burst
Cry mommy as they rehearsed
Nice spiders always finish last
Spider babies having mommy for breakfast
I played the piano for them
I’ve written a piece for them
Called spider symphony number ten
The spider ain’t my friend
Boisa-bis-o-boisa, gaiso-gois-a-gaisa x 4
So I walk out, out in the night
I love the nature, nature’s always right
It tells me not, not to fight
Nature and justice just ain’t that tight
So I kill the hostage
I define what the concept of trust is
Maybe it’s the opposite to what lust is
Maybe it´s just this that can make me a nihilist
Boisa-bis-o-boisa, gaiso-gois-a-gaisa x 4
In a clearing I sit down on the grass
Waiting til midnight for the after-midnight jazz
Coming from the crickets and their instruments
The time, the sound and the sentiment of
Trees in the summer, why make me dumber?
I somehow forgot your number and fell into a deep deep slumber
And I slept for a thousand years and I cried a thousand tears
And I slept for a thousand years and I cried a thousand tears
And I slept for a thousand years
Boisa-bis-o-boisa, gaiso-gois-a-gaisa x 4