Monday, March 26, 2007


Wentworth Miller stars in a show called PRISON BREAK, the world's greatest show, better that Lost (My mom freaking lovees it), better than Hana Kimi, better than It Started With a Kiss, better than Devil Beside You.

And considering i have only watched like 5 episodes, thats saying alot.

Now, Prison Break, standing in my heart on the same line as Death Note, is blowing me away.


I freaking LOVELOVELOVE him. Smart guys, who are ridiculously good looking, are a rarer species on earth. Which is why i am head over heels in love with that finer group.

1. L
2. Michael Scofield
3. Artemis Fowl

Considering all of them are fiction, (yeah, lifes like that), but it doesnt really matter. Heard a saying that goes like this "Your real life is in you head". Incidentally, i heard it from a little voice in my head, so, well.

BUT I KNOW, someday my prince will come and he shall say "TO INFINITY AND BEYOND! then he will ride me off in a round pillow taxi which is really cute to watch Prison Break together.

He shall be funny and smart and ridiculously good looking and kind and suave and he shall love me and SO THERE.

He shall be called L or Michael Scofield or Artemis Fowl.


Gavin and Keith and Joel were being really dumb in LL calss. Keith was being all one-wordish and Gavin was being really Gavinish and Joel was being kinda like, racicst and not-emo ish and gory and grenade-suicidal-ish. And it was all really funny.

AND HOHOHO. Im like, SO FREAKING EXCITED. Whos moving whos moving whos whos whos MOOVING, AYE. Manda is!

WAHAHAHA. Its like so cool. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT! All boxyed up and im all keyed up and cool. I love the smell of the cool dusty boxes and beautiful empty cupboards stuffed to the brim with identical brown musty cardboard boxes.

Im lying.

Im don't want to move. But damn it, im moving so (HAPPYTIONAL) i'll just BE HAPPY ABOUT IT.


Plus, i think this poem puts a coupla things into persperctive.

I Black (Written by African Child)
Dear white fella
When i born, i black
When i grow up, i black
When i go in sun, i black
When i cold, i black
When i scared, i black
When i sick, i black
When i die, i still black.

You white fella
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
When you die, you grey

And you have the cheek to call me coloured??

And to those emo kids who feel like commiting suicide, heres a Resume, for you.

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns arent lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
-Dorothy Parker

-My Paper Heart. All American Rejects

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