A date with an annoying spacebar

I like listening to Kings of Convenience at night. Only at night.
I like it when they collaborate with Feist, like Know how, The Build Up...Actually anything or anyone that gotta do with Feist has my approval..almost. Some songs are nicer when I don't listen to them for a long time.

90 degrees perfection. That's how my room is now because the control freak in me came out,+ the fact that my mum has been yellin.

I'm just rambling on,on this midnight Friday, wondering what on earth I was doing the past few days to have already reached Friday. I haven't touched homework.

Incredible stupidity.

I'm attempting to read Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of being. Haven't gotten past the first page. Yet.

Oh yes, I have been watching,no scratch that, I have finished watching all 25 episodes of Boys before flowers,the korean version. I hear audible gasps. Ha. It was entertaining in a brainless sort of manner, but satisfying the feminine side of me. The part that still believes that happy endings exist. I know I need depth but sometimes I just need the lack of it too. It was like watching Mean Girls after exams last year. No expectations, just entertainment.

Running around the neighbourhood on cool evenings is very satisfying.Pushing stamina boundaries instead of ankle limitations is refreshing. Not that there is a complete absence of the latter. I haven't lost hope but I haven't raised my expectations either. Simple as it should be.

I don't know how long I'm going to ramble on.

I went to Christian Lacroix- the costumier and Vernier Panton's exhibition today. To say it was enlightening and blah would be a lie. I was nursing a headache, couldn't wait to get out of the black room. My eyes hurt. Don't really know how to appreciate art honestly. But I especially liked the tutus and dresses for ballet that he designed. And I sat in a Vernier Panton chair!albeit not the classy red one:(

-silence-/