You were so smart then.

life, horses and oxymorons.

As I read through my friends posts about life I realise that I have not really experienced the world and its pain yet. I have never been in love, just in like. I have never had my "heart broken" beyond repair. I have never experienced the true wrath of the world. I am glad for this, however it makes me feel so naive.

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Orange.

I have just started watching The O.C. for the first time and I am liking it a lot. It doesn't really live up to the goodness of One Tree Hill, however it is still fun escapism.

Seth Cohen is so cool. Not only does he wear fair isle knit jumpers and skate, He also loves Chistmukkah. I wish he was a real person.

Adam Brody.

... you are border line glorious. In fact maybe you are glorious.

Ye olde love.

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Two, too, to.

Glee, season two will probably be lame, however I hope it is as good as the first so I am a little bit excited.

Logic is too simple.

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Find me dear.

Delicatessen.

I was unaware of the term "sound scape" until recently when Vladimir brought it to my attention. I am still not totally aware of the activity. All I know is that music is created by the world around us. As I was watching Delicatessen, a film by Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Marc Caro, a scene containing a kind of sound scape came on. It was marvellous. The film was very quirkey and totally enjoyable.

Caught amongst the brambles.

It is my final day of holidays today. The looming fate of studying a film which I have very little taste for, Ridley Scott's Blade Runner, is weighing heavily of my spirits. I don't want to have to sit outside in the cold and eat my lunch. I don't want the children younger than me to push me as I walk through the corridors.

But most of all I am conscious of the fact that I only have four months until the film I am making for my major work is due. I cant wait for this year to be over, however getting there sends me into panic and stress.

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Volume two.

I am pretty excited.

Sam, Brownies and light.

I want to sit in some sunshine, listen to Sam Cooke and eat some brownies.

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Dream away.

You'll go and I'll be okay,
I can dream the rest away.
Its just a little touch of fate, it will be okay.
It sure takes its precious time, but it's got rights and so have I.

I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn't be a longer time

I feel like I am walking blind
I have nowhere, I'll have time

There are no legible signs

I like the way that you talk,
I like the way that you walk.
It's hard to recreate such an individual game

You wait your turn in the queue,
You say your sorry's and thank you's.
I don't think you're ever
A hundred percent in the room
You're not in the room

-Neopolitan Dreams, Lisa Mitchell

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Anticipation.

I know to all Twilight appreciators that what I am about to say will translate to total nonsense. However when I finished reading Breaking Dawn I was thoroughly agitated. It has been about three months since then and I still find myself unsatisfied. It was disturbing that Bella had absolutely no taste what so ever in naming her child and even more disturbing that I was expected to be content with Jacob's final circumstances.

And to top it all off the film of New Moon was quite disappointing. Yet on Tuesday night, My Mammy and I sat down together and watched Twilight for the nth time. Watching the film made me fall in like all over again. I found myself wanting to re-read the books for those small and also quite significant features that the films skip over. Stephanie Meyer created a wonderful escapism and though Breaking Dawn slightly tainted my likeage, I still appreciate the narrative.

I am looking forward to the release of Eclipse.

P is for pineapple.

... which is not pink. Pink is a difficult colour for me. I think I try to avoid liking it. However subconsciously I love it.

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Dont worry Melvin.

One day we shall have each other, until then we shall just have to be okay.

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Michael Cera.

...is pretty neat.

Ephemeral, I think not.

My local easy-listening radio station is pure bliss. The tunes are like a constant broadcasting of my feelings. I don't know how I am going to stay calm and easy next year if I move and can no-longer get the broadcast signal. Easy-listening music is right up there with Melvin Frankfurt Snr in my list of loves. Even the commercials are calming, mostly. I think the only fault this love of mine acquires is that the presenter with the really smooth voice sometimes plays yodelling music. He has the voice but his poor taste brings him down.

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Platonic and such.

One of my new favourite words. Platonic: (of love or friendship), or Confined to words, theories or ideals, and not leading to practical action.

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wisdom in food form.

I love reading what the Yan Yan sticks have to say.

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elastic-banded glory. Part two.

The weekend brought many delights, spending time with my family, swinging on the swings with Vladimir in the late afternoon sunshine and receiving a gift from one of Lella's friends. It was quite a shock, but a beautiful shock at that. I would just like to say thank you Aunty Chelle for feeding my joy and this lovely giant rubber-band.

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