You Know What? You're Lovely*

Good morning, jellybeans! This is my first post as a university graduate. *suppresses grin*
I've had such a shitty time in KU, that I'm literally celebrating EVERY post-graduation event. This may sound ridiculous, but in practice, it's even worse. I'm talking about things like *sneezes* "OMG THAT'S MY FIRST SNEEZE AS A GRADUATE!"... yeah.

So, I suddenly have an exorbitant amount of free time on my hands and I'm utterly bored. Mostly 'cause my bestie's out of the country for the next two months and that kind of put a damper on my "fun" summer, but all shall be amended in August, hopefully. My other friends are quick to adopt the I-told-you-so attitude and go all, "I told you you'd miss it when you're done!".... trust me, I don't. I miss any semblance of productivity, yes, but miss classes? Hell no. I'm sure I'll find a hobby to keep me busy any day now, and if I don't.. well World of Warcraft is always an option to fall back on. (HAHA, I like how I say that like I'm NOT totally planning on playing again extremely soon. I'm a total dork, sue me.) In the meantime, I'm catching up with my reading and that's always a wonderful way to pass time.

That's all I have time for right now, must go shape eyebrows. *nods* One more day, and I'm going to start looking like Oscar The Grouch. Not really, but perfectionism is a bitch. 

-Lilo.

P.S. * Title is from Frank Sinatra's "I Won't Dance", somebody auditioned to it on this week's episode of SYTYCD. Great listen.

P.P.S. "Lovely" really is such a lovely word, isn't it?

We'll Be Good..

I promise, we'll be sooo good.. *sigh* brilliant song. You guys, when did Canadians become such good musicians again? I mean, I lost all hope when Satan's spawn surfaced (more commonly known as justin bieber), but I've gotta say, I'm feeling The Weeknd. I'm really, really feeling him. He's no Drake, obviously, but I must give credit where credit is due! Do yourselves a favour and listen to this.


That's all I've got to say at this very moment in time, I'm quite busy with finals, but I decided to be a good Lilo and share awesome music with you. I've got to go back to studying, and by "studying", I mean watching So You Think You Can Dance. It's a guilty pleasure, sue me.. actually, I don't even feel the slightest bit of guilt for watching it. *insert appropriate amount of shame here* Actually no, I'm not even ashamed. Hmph. 

- Lilo.

On My Mind.

I loathe drama, I sincerely do. What I fail to realise is that I AM drama. Not personally, but the events of my life would fit very nicely into a soap opera scenario and as a result of that, I'm a bit more complicated than I'd like to be.

When I warned you about all these things I cannot control, these feelings I cannot share, these actions I cannot explain, I was being honest. I wasn't creating the illusion of being inaccessible, I wasn't trying to draw you in with my "mysterious nature". I was being honest; you couldn't handle it.

But you insisted on staying. Your fascination with my world was entirely inappropriate, it is not nearly as pleasant as you make it out to be. You wanted to help, you wanted to be my "saviour", and against my better judgement, I started to wonder if you're what I was missing. I wondered if you could actually make a difference.

And I let you in.

And you disappointed me.

Story of my life.

-Lilo

S-S-Summertime, Summertime Sadness.

Song by the lovely Lana Del Rey. I'm quite obsessed with her music, it truly is brilliant, even though it's not my usual cup of tea. I think it's her borderline masochistic approach to relationships, and the fact that she says she's always singing about "the same damn guy" who she'll always love, no matter what. Something about that commitment reminds me of a previous version of myself. Previous.

Speaking of summer, I'm completely irked by its arrival. Well it isn't fully here yet, so let's just call it "its tentative knocking on the door". Okay, there's nothing tentative about it, but back to the main point, it's irksome. I heartily dislike summer, as you've probably gathered from the previous post. I think I'm possibly the only one amongst my friends who isn't completely psyched about tanning and beaches and all that jazz. I'm already tan and beaches are filthy. And the heat? Ay dios mio, NO. Noooo. *pushes it away* I much prefer biting cold or relentless rain. Rain. *insert sigh of content here*

It rained today, quite a bit. Absolutely beautiful! I drove all the way to uni and sat in my car in the parking lot, waiting for it to be 10 AM, so I can get to class. Then I realised that the weather was too lovely to waste away in classrooms, and decided to go rain-chasing. Rain-chasing? Oh, that's just a term I invented. It drizzled a little bit on my way to uni, so I decided my time would be MUCH better spent, chasing the rain. Yeah, it's not as sophisticated an explanation as you'd like it to be. *giggles to self* I went from area, to area, going on different roads, trying to find where the rain was. Some areas were rewarding, others completely disappointing. But that, paired with music ranging from Nirvana to the likes of Lana, was actually quite entertaining.

I tweeted about my plans for the day earlier, and my friend responded by saying that there was no such thing as "aimless driving about", that sooner or later, you'd always end up in the supermarket. And he was actually correct, my journey did in fact end up at the supermarket to get my ice-cream fix! Sorcery, I know.

Pralines and Cream heaven, not a terrible start to the weekend. Hope you guys have a good one! x

- Lilo.

Crazeballs

That's my current favourite word. I feel like it accurately portrays the alarmingly high level of sophistication I possess. Crazeballs. Except if it's paired with "totes", not even I can handle that.


Today, I'm going to list a few things I hate. It's only a few things, really.


*insert sweet, misleading smile here*

• When people make excessively huge deals about their birthdays. Calm your ducking tips. (censored, obviously.) I feel very nice for saying WHEN people do that, and not saying that I hate the people themselves.

• The number 5. Looks like a knocked-up ho. And no numbers should come after 4, as it is perfect in every way.

• Seafood. It all tastes like rubber, as does halloum. Yeah, I also hate cheese.

• Self-proclaimed "Grammar Nazis" with poor grammar. Yes, this time I'm actually hating on the people. Claiming that you're a grammar nazi doesn't magically elevate your level of intelligence, or whatever it is you're going for.. it just makes you look like twice the douchebag when you fuck something up.

• When people leave spaces before question/exclamation marks. Are you questioning the space? Is there something particularly exciting about the space? EXPLAIN THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE SPACE, PLEASE.

• The colour yellow. I always associate it with sick people, and it makes me sad.

• Excessively cheerful people before noon. No, just no. Which brings me to my next thing, the sun. I heartily dislike the sun.

• "Group projects". Yeah, me. All me, and I have to share the satisfaction of presenting an excellent project with bimbos who can't even spell my last name. Which is written on the cover page of everything *I* hand in on behalf of the "group". Yeah.

• Sundays. Self-explanatory.

Ha. Told you it'd only be a few things. Trust me, I have WAY more.

P.S. The electricity just went out in the entire house for no apparent reason, fun stuff.

- Lilo.

Early Morning Rant

Hello. I've been up since about 4 AM, and I've finally given in to the fact that I won't be going back to sleep, so I shall grace my... two readers with a post.

I'm so sick of people's feeling. Seriously, take a cue from me and be a freakin' robot 'cause you're killing me here. I am the queen of "help! my friend has feelings for me, what do I do?", and I know that people are starving, dying and living in dire conditions, but given the amount of times this has happened to me in the past, I will be a selfish, ungrateful baby and allow myself to say: fuck my life. I've lost yet another friend to his unnecessary and grossly misplaced feelings and it sucks, 'cause I miss him quite terribly. Oops, that was a feeling. *suppresses it* SEE? NOT THAT HARD, PEOPLE.

At 22 (wow, I'm 22. Yeah, it's recent), I finally got my first car. Apparently, I inadvertently guilted my dad into buying it, oops? But the result is favourable to me, so I shall bask in the lovely warmth of having a new car that is all MINE. Or is it? The family car conveniently decided to stop functioning two days after I got mine and I've had to share my baby with the driver for the past two days. The family car should be ready to pick up today, but I'm still a bit miffed over the whole thing. Mine. *grabs car*

The weather has been unforgivably dusty, I feel like some of it has taken root in my lungs and I'm perpetually breathing sand at this point. Silver lining? Classes have been cancelled for the day. *insert grin here* Negative side? I'm left alone with my thoughts all day and that's never a good thing. Oh well! Shan't even waste my energy on a sadface. *sneezes* Effing dust.

I can't stop listening to Drive By- Train. And a friend of mine teases me about it, 'cause his interpretation of it is that I'm just THAT excited about my car, and everything has to be driving-related. Yeah, no. It's cute! Makes me a bit dance-y though, which is fine.. except when people start looking. *insert cringe here* Anyway, yeah, that's my current guilty pleasure.

And that shall be all for now! I'm going back to watching friends in bed. Oh em gee, you guyth, It'th like totally eckthiting, rachel is toteth preggerth and joey ith in love with hurr. Don't ask, I can't explain why I did that either.

PAYCE. (that's peace, for the slow and dim-witted. why do I insult my readers? *sigh* apologies.)

-Lilo

Remember Me?

There's very little out there that makes me feel like sharing and there are a very few amount of people who are on the receiving end of it. Yet, here I am, over a year and a half later, itching to post this quote I came across, and I have no justification for this desire.

I've read a lot of quotes in my lifetime, I've felt like a few have captured my feelings at different periods I've gone through, but *spoiler alert: cliche imminent* I feel as if this one embodies... me. Just me. I can't explain it, I can't sugarcoat it to make myself sound like less of a douchebag, or put it into acceptable terms for everyone to understand. I just feel the raw emotion behind it so deeply and it consumes me.

"Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn."
- Sylvia Plath

I chuckled as I typed her name, I would feel a connection with a person who was widely regarded as unstable, to put it mildly. But fret not, kind stranger, I shan't be sticking my head into any ovens any time soon.

-Lilo.