your lips are nettles,
your tongue is wine,
your laughter's liquid,
but your body pines.

i'm also going to write a space drama about boy and girl trapped in a space ship. they wake up, with a partial amnesia (maybe?) everyone else is of course dead and they don't know what the hell happened. drama and tragedy ensues. note to self: they wear similar costumes to those featured in sunshine.

look, gus van sant and breaking dawn? sofia coppola and breaking dawn? lol, haha. i'm scared it will come true because summit is on a fast track to godliness and f-loads of money so whatever. why not david cronenberg and breaking dawn because yeah, he would so not edit or gloss over the whole renesmee birth and vamping of bella?
still no money for me though.
the sun is shining though.
made up my mind to make the budget busting move of buying the fuchsia shoes because i will die of frustration if i don't. that's true libra style.
speaking of which, i'm also a raven in north-american lore. huh, who would have guessed. that means i'm smart, wise, connected to the divine with a streak of trickster. better than otter.

"the last witch hunter". are you for real? does it involve james mcavoy? it does have timur though and that's a great sign for mindless fun.
there is this fun article about guy vs girl writing on the net, but i'm too lazy to look for the link right now. look, i like the combo of chamomille tea and skylon 5 rockets. best of both worlds. can we make it into a cillian murphy movie? where he's a psychotic gem trapped in a space capsule with nothing but chamomille tea?
speaking of which, i really need to see moon, that movie with sam rockwell i've heard so many good things about. sam rockwell the zaphod one.
in real world news: i am taking vitamins since last night because it's not normal to be so tired all the damn time. these vitamins promise me extreme energy, maybe i'll turn into a duracell bunny. still no money, but wearing half a bucket of make-up on my face. definitely need calming pills because otherwise i will collapse in front of the camera at this rate. and you know what's really bad? if i want to control my emotions, it gets worse because instead of being super stressed i am uber stressed and of course i come of as fidgeting and i also lose my voice. need a hug so badly right now. i was meant to be an evil behind the scenes overlord, the spotlight is not fun for me. bwhahahaha!

Gravity, because it sounds so good.if it's space drama, i'm hooked.
i am living with the impression some people think i like rom-coms. which is weird. i truly love romance, but only the really tragic kind. otherwise, recently, i'm really into the dark fantasy/sci-fi dramatic ones. like sunshine, the road and let the right one in (yeah, that one classifies as romance in my head). twilight is in a league of its own, which is a lot like cigarettes? you know it's bad and yet... grr. anyways.
back to rom-coms or the so called "chick flicks". they're just as ridiculous as the advice on the sites for women. like self-improvement and self-help. "how to get over a break-up in 10 easy steps". well, newsflash, that type of articles make me roll around the floor with laughter. what's the deal with grieving and "take your time to mourn the loss?". nuh huh. the most effective strategy is to repeat yourself the mantra "he's a bastard who deserves to die a slow painful death", send the vilest message you can think of (do you still worry about being called a psycho bitch at this point?) break a few dishes and go out to get yourself a new guy. as soon as possible. you'll be too busy wondering why the new bastard didn't call/is a complete moron to worry about the old moron. forget about "wait till you're ready to go back to the dating scene and in the meanwhile cry your heart out in bed". if you wait, you'll possibly start remembering things and think about things and that's not healthy. and a rebound guy is an excellent idea. like i said, you may discover a whole new world of annoying gestures you did not previously thought of. novelty is refreshing. of course, you can also beg, plead, blackmail, yell, cry and feign a heart attack if you want the guy back. what? all's fair in love and war and this particular situation sounds like a combination of both.
also, i don't believe in the whole "dating" rules and tools. you either like me, in which case there's no reason for you to see some other people or you don't like me, in which case, 'scuse me, why are you still here? what's that "dating around"? that's not fair (i'm talking for both sexes here).
also, viggo (ILU VIGGO) will be starring in a movie about freud. made by david cronenberg. i want to see that.
on the other hand, his royal hotness will be starring in a drama movie where he wants to prove he can act.
my hands are burning from the chemicals i used to clean the bathroom. should buy thicker gloves, am considering gloves used for handling nuclear materials or something similar.
springtime is almost here, dad is almost here and the fuchsia shoes are not almost here. am smitten with the fuchsia shoes, omg. i crave the fuchsia shoes, why are they so goddamn expensive. ih8u!

that is, when i will have a child. mostly, because i have mastered very well the following skills so far:
i clean up repeatedly after people who purposely make a mess right after i cleaned the damned place
i can repeat the same thing a frillion times over till the person in question internalizes (hopefully!) the lesson. i.e. pick up your things, don't walk around the house with shoes on, and so on and so forth
i am very patient(hello, exes!). and persistent
LATER EDIT: that's because i got interrupted last evening and then i decided to go to bed.
about persistence - learned the hard way (hello again, exes! see, exes can be useful) that unless you repeat the same idea at least 1000 times people (children are also people) won't put it into practice.
i have teaching skills. fine, maths and physics will be difficult but hopefully my child will not create problems in that particular area.
i wake up early. this comes in handy.
i'm multitasking. unless i choose to tune out and focus on just one thing and one thing alone.
i'm a good negotiator. well, most of the time, at least.

ah, my guilty pleasure is back! and the love triangle fills me with unholy glee! I LUFF HER MOAR BETTER, SPARKLESON! GTFO, WOLFBOY! BUT I AM SHIRTLESS! and, of course, the trailer shows us jacob will be shirtless, because that's what werewolves do, but this is not enough for bella who tortures poor gemini edward. and then the eeeevil vampires show up. i am so looking forward to the scene in the woods which is so out of this world and so awesomely bad i can't help but loving it. also, the fact that david slade is a libran is a good sign for this movie.
on an astrological note: virgo/gemini pairing does not sound like a good idea for spending an eternity together.

the haircut. actually, the haircut went awesome, the stylist/hairdresser did very well understand the "trim just the ends" concept. i am loving her already. i still got long reddish locks v shiny and pretty.
i dreamt of being fed sweets last night. a very delicious form of sponge cake filled with raisins. which is sort of weird, but a nice weird. also, it involved a journey, but most of my dreams involve that. in conclusion, it was a good dream.
happy birthday sister!