ho-hum

i owe the following books a review:

pink slip
american gods
inflating a dog
plainsong
ang kagilagilalas na pakikipagsapalaran ni zsazsa zaturnnah
ncd series
the thursday next series
the birth of venus
paperback novel
hannibal
... and lotsa other titles i have to visit my makeshift bookshelf to remember.


shit.

what do you do when the music stops?

you watch michael buckley on youtube.

this video is so happy and gay i just had to post it here. :D

What Now? - Christopher Mast

yeh, wot now?

and nope, this ain't the CM vid i was talking about in one of my recent posts.

now i feel weepy. i better get back to the kids' papers.

damn.

random ramblings

i've got papers to correct and grades to compute and i've got less than a week to do this and here i am watching you tube and reading blogs and writing a post as if i've got all the time in the world in my hands. everybody sing with me:

he's got the whole world in his hands (repeat four times)
he's got the little pretty baby in his hands (repeat three times)
he's got the whole world in his hands
he's got you and me brother in his hands (repeat three times again if you're as bored as i am and sheesh don't have anything else to do, which explains while you're sitting there and putting up with chicken crap)
he's got the whole world in his hands
he's got you and me sister in his hands (repeat three times again if you must, yadayadayada)
he's got the whole world in his hands

i so want to get out of my world right now. get a break from work (and by break i mean a year-long hiatus or something like that), meet new people, get my own place (i'm twenty fudging seven and am still living with my parents. i hate this culture-custom thing. in other places parents would kick their kids out of the house the time the kids reach 18. i would kill to have my parents kick me out of the house.), get laid, write, read, travel, and do stuff i had only dreamed of doing. i lead a very sad life. boo-hoo.

i could hear my two sisters arguing at the next room:
"i'm not a two-timer, and i'm not a slut."
"you are so a slut."
"i am not!"
"yes, you are. you just have a different kind of slutiness."

eff i am so bored. this post so reminds me of vlogs in you tube where people just go uhhh...yeah...well... and i so want to strangle myself myself right now for sounding just like them. i wish i had a legitimate cam to shoot myself with. duh.

i'd probably just get some sleep.

sheesh.

of yt and yt-ers

yay, a new post!

i haven't blogged in ages because i was either too busy or too sleepy. most of the time, i just don't have any idea about what to write. well, yeah, i could always talk about how my day went on yadayadayada, but who wants to write about one's boring day, blahblahblah?

but tonight after a very tiring day of play rehearsals with the kids at school, i stumble upon ChurchOfBlow's "you tube is my life" video, and i couldn't not write about it (not that i have anything good and profound to say about the video except that it's funny, and "funny" is good, yeh, but not profound. i digress, yes, but noone ever reads my blog ever, so what the heck do i care?). so i'm writing about the video, but now i have just realized that i don't know what to say about it (just watch it, wilya?). oh yeah, at 00:08 of the vid i see the username PunchDrunkPussy and i go like, "what the fudge. i'm not the only punchdrunk being in youtubelandia." you see i'm punchdrunky, and whoever thought of the username PunchDrunkPussy is just cheesy cheesy cheesy. i mean, if someone wanted to have a username that seems similar to mine, then s/he should have thought of something more dignified like PunchDrunkC*nt, right? or something.... :P

watched a ChristopherMast vid (which i'm probably gonna post in another blog, not here because i might get branded as a yt sucker or something, which i think i might be) and laughed the whole time i was watching it. i love ChristopherMast, and the first time i saw him on youtube the only thing i could ever think of was ohmygawdheissogoodlookingisherobertdowneyjr.'stwinbrother? and that was just a few months ago. lately though,i have begun to notice how crinkly his face is... :( but what the hey, he's still as funny as funny could be, so.... :)

oh, and watched nalts too (this goes without saying, though). but nalts seems to have lost his touch. he's not as funny as when i foist saw him, and the more vids of him that i watch, the more disappointed i get. bummer.

could say the same about christine of happyslip. when i foist saw her she was so fresh and so funny i just had to subscribe to her. but just like nalts, she seems to have lost it. her new vids just aren't funny as her old ones. so is this phenomena a manifestation of the adage "familiarity brings contempt?"

which brings me to another favorite youtuber...blunty3000, nate burr (familiar but never contemptuous). i love mr.burr for a number of reasons: he's hilarious. he seems always ready to give hugs. he has a voice that is so ear-friendly (he's aussie but he sounds english)just hearing him makes people swoon. he talks with sense. he appears arrogant to some, but mr. burr suits me just fine. i just wish he'd do less of the rant vlogs and more of the cartoon-y stuff like the one that got banned because of angelina jolie's tits. and heaven knows when he's gonna finally read edgar allan poe's "the raven" on one of his vids and put an end to my misery (i wrote to him about this and i got nothing after two or three witty replies from him. i mean, nothing wrong with the replies; some people kinda like the exchange of messages, but i would have appreciated it more if he had ignored my message and did the video instead.

i could go on and on about stuff i watch in you tube, but i guess i have blabbed on too much already. nobody reads my blog anyways (sometimes people do repeat themselves; people do repeat themselves).

oh well. ta-ta.

ugh.

it's here. again. that ugly gnawing feeling that seems to come from the great bowels of the earth. it sits heavily on the chest, dense and immovable, and not even giant chocolate frogs can lift this leaden load.

severus snape, if you can read this, please send me your doe.

fried brain cells

spent, er, wasted another two hours in front of the pc doing nothing but making changes on here. it surely doesn't help to know that i've got work in the morning, and that there are still lotsa work-related stuff to do. i hate myself. gee, so what's new?

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last thursday in class a kid came up to me.
"i'm not bragging, but i am a title holder in mma."
"and what is that?"
"mixed martial arts."
"oh. cool."
"yes, i spar with ryan."
"really?"
"yes, and mikhael too. we go to the same school, but he's got advanced classes."
"wow."

sometimes i wish i could be a kid again and talk to adults like this. so i could be angsty and not be called evil but hormonally-imbalanced. so i could get away with being irresponsible and insensitive. so i could be stupid and not be told to act my age. and then i wouldn't have to feel guilty about hastening the death of my brain cells.

*sigh*

i will play for you the banjo

just when i thought i have had enough imports from youtube comes this video.

screw you, nate. you made me watch this, and i just had to cry.

boo-hoo.

oh, gayness

sheesh. this is even more annoying than the gary brolsma thingy.

this time i'm not being ironic.

what has the world come to?

hair

i'm seated in front of the mirror in a semingly obscure salon, my hair reeking of that pagoda cold wave lotion scent that is so reminscent of my childhood (i got a perm when i was 7 or 8. my mom thought it was really cute for her angel princess of a daughter to show up at that grade school pagant sporting curls).

"ack, help, save us!" my lungs scream, but there's nothing i could do. i was at the mercy of this homesexual goddess who runs the salon, and if (s)he says i need to carry with me this smell for some four or five hours, then so be it. it was i who came to her, after all.

ahh, the price of being beautiful.

which is not to say that i am ugly, because i'm not. everyone who knows me or have seen me would attest to how good looking i am. but they would be quick to add that my hair needs a fix. so here i am, in my yellow chicken little shirt, old mossimo pants and not-as-old tribu slippers, waiting for this ordeal, er, hair treatment thingy to come to its end.