Hello dearies!!

I've missed you very much. I've been busy with work and neglected you :( *woe*

Does anyone know where I might be able to download The Hunger Games? I need it russsh.

Estoy tan absurdamente molesta y llena de ira. No tengo ninguna fucking idea porque pero estoy al punto que ni puedo hablar con mis amistades porque no quiero bregar con su bullshit. Saben cuando uno esta tan molesto que le salen lagrimas de coraje. Asi estoy.

I love the ocean.

Stereotypically, I should love the sea because I live in an island. However, you'd be surprised how many people really don't like the ocean around here. I went snorkeling two weekends back and it was an awesome experience. I saw loads of pretty fish and coral reefs as well as sponges and other sea life. But...being me, I drifted away from the group and got scared shitless twice because I'd swum too far and right on top of a coral reef that was too exposed...result? Desperate swimming back to the boat and a scraped knee.

( Friend woes :( )
( MTV )


( Me! )

I'm really sleepy :(


PS...any Inception recs?

See why I love LJ so much? It fills me with happies. The beautiful, smart, sexy capitu  linked me to a friends fic which in turn led me to inception_kink  which I hope will blossom into an awesome community chuck full of Inception fans.

I was de-virginized by a totally awesome Arthur/Eames fic....sigh....much heartage.

And there's an ultra cool friending meme at the comm as well.

You should all join and make me emit squee like noises :P

Also, I will drabble for Inception icons! I have a few fic ideas but if you leave me prompts for fic I'll exchange them for icons. Heck, I'll just write them because I love this movie!

Like a smart man once said "We musn't be afraid to dream bigger darling."

So....I saw Inception and adored it. I love the psychological aspect of it. There are just a lot of reasons to love it.

But the one I wanted to share with you guys: FANDOM POTENTIAL

Eames/Arthur

Cobb/Arthur

I...hater of heteroness could even do Ariadne/Arthur

Anyone else see a pattern? I loved Arthur!!

A well written Ariadne/Cobb

Fanfic writers! Watch it and be inspired and then delight me with fic!! <3

Restless, listless, freaking impossible. That's how I am at the moment. I took a muscle relaxant, Norflex or something, which is supposed to cause sleep but somehow it's had the opposite effect on me. My body is tired, I can barely type, but I can't sleep. Another freak occurance in that which is me, it's like everything that everyone else does one way, I'm bound to do another way.

Sooooo...what else? Oh yeah, I'm emotionally drained.

Have you ever received one of those chain emails, or ppt presentations with what the Dalai Lama says, live life blah-dee blah? In general you will find they say something to the effect of:

• Tell the people you love how important they are before you can't.
• Keep the people you care about close.
• Make everyone feel like your favorite.

Well, I want to, but I'm not supposed to. I shouldn't. It would be misinterpreted...

But what happens if I should have told him I cared for him. That he'll always be important and that I'll always be there for him.

Maybe he knows it, maybe he doesn't really care, but isn't it important for me to get that out there. So I can say that I've done my part and be of clear conscience. Or will it only serve the purpose of making him think me annoying and unable to keep my word (In a rage I told him I wouldn't contact him again). 

He's okay. He might be great for all I know. I want that for him. But I want that for me more.

I do, however, have a big chunk of womanly pride. A chunk I need to protect. I won't lower myself or do something that will make me feel less...

I want to be done.  I'm seeing someone new for God sake! Why can't I want him out of my life, and why can't I get him out of my head.

In other news, I need physical therapy on the whole of my back and neck because of the crash...oh yeah, I crashed Eve. 6 months and my car might be totaled. We shall see what happens.

Why is everything I write so banal? I feel like I've got no substance anymore. Ectoplasmic almost, ghostly. My essence, the me who I am seems to have vacated and I can't seem to find my footing.

Sometimes I disgust myself.

Once upon a time I had something to say. It was all there, it was difficult to get it out. I've never had the words, the style, the prose. But it was there.

Now I kind of feel empty. Superficial. Unnecessary.