Ils Ignorent

It’s very windy outside today and I hate windy weather. My hair blows around and the wind thinks it’s funny when I’m being blown around here and there. Evil, evil wind.

My cell phone isn’t working and I feel as if a limb has been hacked off of my body. I never knew my cell phone was so important to me until it died. On second thought, I never received text messages, nobody called, so why on earth am I so blue that I don’t have it? Scratch the importance of a cell phone, at least my mp3 player is working! I’m currently listening to Coldplay, I’ve always liked them, but I’ve neglected them for a few months and when they played on my mp3 player earlier this morning I couldn’t stop listening to their tracks…over and over again.

I love their ‘Talk’ video. I remember when it came out last year(?) I thought it was the most original video I had ever seen. I’m currently listening to it now and a girl sitting next to me (I’m at university) just looked at me as if I’ve lost the plot. What did I do right after she shot me the look? I increased the volume. Stubborn, aren’t I?

My favourite part is, “So you don’t know where you’re going and you want to talk?/And you feel like you’re going where you’ve been before?/You tell anyone who’ll listen but you feel ignored./Nothing is really making any sense at all.”

I really relate to that part. I think I’m at a point in my life where I’m not sure what I want or what I’m looking forward to. I’m trying hard to satisfy those who expect so much from me (dare I mention who??) I can’t stand the look of disappointment and trust me, I’ve seen it a lot. There actually come times in my life where I’ll talk to anyone if they’ll listen. Nobody seems to want to listen to a confused twenty something.

The Sands of Sakkara

Tagged by Cerebrosus, ‘the book you’re reading’ tag.

The book I’m currently reading is called, ‘The Sands of Sakkara‘ by Glenn Meade.

Page 123, lines 7, 8 and 9:

Apart from the obvious time constraints, the long-range weather reports for the Mediterranean regions are pretty grim. So I want you well under way in case we can’t make the drop later.

Anyone reading this who likes the tag, has my blessings of tagging themselves.

The following song is amazing on so many levels.

Le Tag

I’ve been tagged by Cerebrosus and I can hardly contain my excitement! My very first tag, and it’s ‘five things you don’t know about me’. Let’s get cracking.

1. I don’t carry any cash with me. Plastic is my best friend.

2. When needed, I can get very dramatic. Let’s just say I’m spoiled, really, really spoiled.

3. I have no intentions on getting married. Everyone I know is getting divorced or going through a divorce. The life of a single woman is one I shall always treasure.

4. I’d rather spend all my time reading than socializing.

5. Are any of you aware of the ‘take your number please’ machines? Where you click on a button and a number comes out? Well, I was at the bank last month, I pressed the button and a woman next to me took it. I kicked her in the shin. I actually kicked her in the shin and demanded the paper with my number back. You didn’t really expect me to do nothing, did you?

This means I have to tag somebody right? I suppose anybody who would like to be tagged has my blessings.

I saw this on Sou’s blog. She always puts up a music video or song at the end of her posts; I really like the idea, so I’m stealing it.

Pure Genius

If this isn’t pure genius, I don’t know what is.

“When You Worry…

…your face will frown.”

I’ve done nothing but worry lately, it’s sunken into my bones. I can’t begin to describe how much work I’ve got to do for university. If university isn’t enough, I’ve got domestic chores to get through. Is ‘pleasing les parents‘ a chore? I’m sure it is, and it’s a pain at most times. I have to make sure I’m on their good sides no matter what it takes: a limb, an eye, digits, sanity. Enough about that.

I’m broke, very broke as a matter of fact. There isn’t any jingling in my pockets; I demand jingling pockets! I will accept donations if I have to – well, not really; I’m not that desperate. I’m exhausted.

I’m watching live coverage of the Oscars countdown and I’m getting really bored. I don’t care how much of a zombie Marc Anthony looks like, I don’t care what Penelope Cruz is wearing (I personally thinks she looks like an ostrich), I also don’t care how ugly Cameron Diaz’s nose is. Wait, that’s a lie, I can’t help but notice how really ugly her nose is, what has she done to it??? What about Jessica Beil’s blinding fuschia dress? Oh my goodness, what is Jada Pinkett-Smith wearing? Oh my, I’ve turned into a superficial woman, not a good sign – not a good sign at all. Okay back to my superficial ways, who thought Penelope was hilarious saying, “I woke up this morning nervous, too mats [much]“? (Now I’m being very mean).

I just flipped the channel, it’s for the best.

I feel awfully better now; I also feel guilty. That’s what I get for making fun of people. “Karma, Jay, don’t forget karma.” Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m so tempted to flip back to the countdown..”No Jay, you know better! Do you really want to watch celebrities strut around the red carpet talking about their designer clothes and million dollar jewelery?” Umm, maybe.

Best thing to do now – to avoid temptation- is head to bed because I won’t be able to to handle anymore one-on-one discussions with myself; I already have enough going on in my head!

Good night and I wish you all a star studded evening.