no one comes between me and my TiVo

i'm psyched as all hell about singapore and melbourne, but i have to admit, a part of me really wants to stay and watch TV. i just hate the thought of having the miss the last remaining episodes of sex and the city, without a trace, and my guilty pleasure, the O.C.

i know most people probably won't give a shit about what i'm about to say next, but let me just say this: the O.C is probably the best drama series about rich white people wrecking havoc on each others lives since days of our lives. The O.C is like DOOL meets marc jacobs, with extra cash left over for a mercedes and a beach front property.

guilty pleasure #2:the simple life. paris is hot hot hot and that's all i have to say about that.

you see what i mean. i'm going to suffer badly from TiVo withdrawal.



rooney - the floor

this wallpaper is the product of playing 15 words in 15 seconds, on a lazy afternoon.



bent - always (ashley beedle mix)

comforter
bedsheet
pillow case
tootpaste, toothbrush etc.
hair things (gels, waxes, pashminas)
AA batteries
pens, pencils
pills (tylenol, advil, excedrin)
laptop battery

decide which shoes to bring

money. oodles of this stuff.

socks
towel??
nail clipper, nail file (maybe), tweezers
DVDs?

decide how many sweaters, hoodies, & zippies you really need.

apply for your effing student visa for the love of god.

cigarettes
cigars
cigarellos

sunglasses. 3 pairs MAX!

settle insurance claims on car
last minute dental @ dr imperioli (fri)
last minute @ the podiatrist's, dr taylor (wed)

make back-ups of songs, movies, pictures, on computer


okay, if it all goes well, i think i'll be back faster than you can say "wheres tobey?". procrastination can really be the mother of all fuck ups.

the funniest shit ever. while packing for melbourne (i so do that thing where you put a magazine in the middle of a shirt and fold around it, so every shirt is of the same width and length) my dad comes in and swears that i stole all his white t-shirts. and i'm like dude, you're nuts because #1, you wear fruit of the loom, i wear hanes, #2, why in sweet jesus would i take his stinky little t shirts when my mom just bought me a fresh pack of my own? we dont get along all that great, but i really think i'm going to miss getting yelled at for the most inane things.

oh. here's a question. does anybody know if there's a baggage limit for australia? from what i hear, you're only allowed one suitcase before they tax you, which sounds like the dumbest thing to me, since you've got all these singaporean kids running back home to mummy at every chance to stock pile their suitcases with local condiments and confectionaries.

i dont even know when i'm coming back. jesus. but in all honestly i think i'm secretly grateful for this extra time, seeing how i've not done my physical examination, applied for my visa, bought neither plane tickets (singapore, melbourne), packed (and we're talking really pack), withdrawn my money....well you get the idea. january 5, i will accomplish most, if not all of that list. damn the seasonal holidays.


this is good: basement jaxx f. lisa kekaula - good luck (although i really dont know what type of manager doesnt tell her artiste "kekaula" is an awful, and forgettable last name to have)