i'd like to break up the mid week monotony
with a beautiful little song that i found tonight
and havn't stopped listening.
and its by the most beautiful girl
whom i havn't seen in a few years.

hmm since i cannot figure how to bring the song to you,
please go to the song.
its posted on (my) myspace
please click on the right hand link.

its so lovely.

i feel burdened to this whole sunday night recap commitment.
especially so when i feel i have nothing to recap.
in my last post i mentioned my waning energy levels,
which really dictated my weekend i fear.
loads of sleeping in,
quite a bit of solitary red wine and smokes,
a viewing for the forth time of angelina jolie on inside the actors studio,
and i think which will now lead me to give forth my own answers to the bernard pivot questionaire.

What is your favorite word? plethora. incomparable
What is your least favorite word? quiver
What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? a perception of genuine
What turns you off? a perception of putting on airs..
What is your favorite curse word? fuck.
What sound or noise do you love? the sound of barefeet padding on smooth cement.
What sound or noise do you hate? open mouthed chewing.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? acting
What profession would you not like to do? doctor.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? no words. a smile, some tears and hug would be lovely.

i've had crap energy this week.
i'm lying here on my stomach
at 845 and i'm exausted.
i had plans to meet up with some friends,
but it felt good to bail.
if only it means i can stay here in my dark room
and maybe read some more anna karenina.
i've been a tolstoy virgin until now.
i came across this old copy of it at my parents house,
and what started as 'giving it a go',
is now a full fledged engrossment.

i'm holding very dearly to the fact that tommorow is friday.

i've rediscovered peanut butter and jelly
on wonderbread, as an adult.
running around/ bounding up and down stairs after three chillins all day
is a great way to not eat.
and come a moment of pause,
the most attractive thing in the world to me
is a pbj.

so last week was a day early
this week a day late
it all balances out hey?

i'm sitting on my parents back deck,
breathing in the scent of wack of different fruit trees
(which would belong to all the neighbors because my parents can't grow squat)
the pool looks at me with would be invitations
but for the algeside just thrown in.
i came home yesterday with a trunk full of lovelies
and have a full week of
rien rien.
my video store bound sister
has graciously HOOKED ME UP.
this week i'm planning to see all the ones i've been meaning to see.
last night was
paper clips and barbarian invasions.

saturday i rode down to the japanese festival
in a futile effort to meet up with friends
but still mine eyes took in some great sights.
after that i rode over to mosaic
with a mild stop for gelato.

friday night crystal and i were at the space until 12
painting, re vamping, breing creative.
my arms still bear witness to the plethora of colour.
and the new mosaic sign kicks ass.