My room is messy. Not like that's a surprise to anyone who knows me: I was famous in high school for having things enter my room and never coming out.

Currently, I live in a tiny little hole in the HELP residence with my roommate (another Michelle! Hey hey ^_^). No, not tiny, cozy. Or at least that's what I tell myself when I keep on bumping into my roomie while getting ready for class.

The problem with living in such a small space is that it gets cluttered so easily, especially when you are in a reading-intensive course (Ah, law school) and have a ton of books, notes, cases and other assorted gibberish scribbled onto bits of paper to decipher. I deal with all of the above by using an impeccable filling system: I throw everything out of my bag and onto the desk the minute I step through the door.

This would be a great plan, if not for the fact that my desk is about the same size as a newspaper opened out.

Currently, I have a stack of papers the height of a midget reigning over my desk with various bits of junk scattered around as its subjects. Every now and then, the stack - who I have affectionately named Gerald McStackerson- tips over on its own accord, as if to remind me of its presence.

It's not like I can't find anything in the mess. Oh no. Ask me where anything is, and I'll dart my hand into the chaos and pull it out within seconds. It's just that it would be nice to actually sit at my desk and work instead of balancing everything on my knees while I sit on my bed.

Gerald continues to sit on my desk, looming ominously over me while I go about my work, silently mocking me and my fear that he would tip over and throw the desk into even more chaos. I can hear him laughing at my laziness and how he stands as a testament to my messy ways: cruel, mocking chuckles that echo in my ears and haunt me even after I have left my room far behind me.

His arrogance will be his downfall, I think to myself. He stands next to me as I type this, blissfully unaware of what is to come. The resistance is rising, and it will not be merciful.

Oh yes, I will regain control over my desk one day. Just you wait, McStackerson, just you wait. One day, your reign of terror will end, and the desk will be mine again.

Where realisation is poignant

Tagged by Nada

Post as 100 truths and tag 20 people

001. Real name → Michelle Augustin Barbour
002. Nickname(s)→ Mimi, Mish-mish, mishi, B., Micha
003. UNDEFINED. → Um...
004. Zodiac sign → Taurus
005. Male or female → Female
006. Elementary → Azzan Bin Qais
007. Middle School → Azzan Bin Qais
008. High School-> Azzan Bin Qais
010. Hair color → Dark Brown
011. Long or short Hair → Medium
012. Loud or Quiet → both
013. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans
014. Phone or Camera - Phone.
015. Health freak → Haha, NOOO
016. Drink or Smoke? → Both
017. Do you have a crush on someone? Meh.
018. Eat or Drink → Both :)
019. Piercings → 10 ears, one nose, one tongue and one labret
020. Tattoos → Not yet :p


FIRSTS:
023. First piercing → ears
024. First best friend – Elias
025. First award → I think it was for good behaviour at a function...
026. First crush → James. lol
027. First pet → A turtle whose name I can't remember...
030. First big birthday → Fifth :)

CURRENTLY:
049. Eating → Fuji Apple Mentos!
050. Drinking → Nothing
052. I'm about to → study for my Criminal test
053. Listening to → Not Ready to Die by Demon Hunter
054. Plans for today → Take a shower, collect my laundry, finish studying and cleaning my room.
055. Waiting for → My HSBC card to be sorted out.

YOUR FUTURE:
058. Want kids? → Sure
059. Want to get married? → Meh
060. Careers in mind → Evil genius seems like a good idea.

WHICH IS BETTER?
068. Lips or eyes → Eyes <3
070. Shorter or taller? → Taller
072. Romantic or spontaneous → Spontaneous
073. Nice stomach or nice arms → Either. Both. Doesn't really matter.
074. Sensitive or loud → Both
075. Hook-up or relationship → Eh. Not like I'm getting either at this point in my life.
076. Trouble maker or hesitant → Trouble maker :)

HAVE YOU EVER:
080. Lost glasses/contacts → Nope.
081. Ran away from home → Nope.
082. Held a gun/knife for self defense → I used a spoon once...
083. Killed somebody → Not yet... >.>
084. Broken someone's heart → Not entirely sure...
085. Been arrested → Nope
087. Cried when someone died → Yes.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
089. Yourself → Kinda
090. Miracles → Yup
091. Love at first sight → Nope
092. Heaven → Yes
093. Santa Claus → Yes
094. Sex on the first date → No
095. Kiss on the first date → Yes

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is there one person you want to be with right now → Yes
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → Yes
099. Do you believe in God → Not really.
100. Post as 100 truths and tag 20 people→ Um...

You know those days when it's a bad idea to get out of bed? When things always go wrong, and nothing you wanted to do ever gets done, and the world seems to be made up of that cruddy, mouldy stuff you find in the cracks of the bathroom?

You know those days, right?
That's when I read this out loud:

<>!*''#
^"`$$-
!*=@$_
%*<>~#4
&[]../
|{,,SYSTEM HALTED

And I crack up. Because laughing at silliness is what keeps us young.

Source (And guide to pronunciation)

Bitter? Moi?

Indecisivity and changeiness

Oh yeah, those are real words.

For those of you who care, I've been making some changes to the blog. First it was the header picture, then the name, and the next thing you know, I'm trying to think of a new URL while wondering if purple is a good background colour.

If you've just signed in, this place used to be called Early Theory, after Viggo Mortensen's poem "Communion".

Now, this blog shall be called...

I am the Penguin.

Don't ask me why.

Where I drive my chevee to the levee.

Fifty years ago today, Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and J.P. Richardson - known as “The Big Bopper” - died when their plane crashed shortly after taking off in Clear Lake, Iowa. That day became known as "The Day the Music Died", the phrase being popularized by Don McLean's song "American Pie".


Now, I could get into the details of the crash, of how a friendly banter between Tommy Allsup and Richie Valens would end up haunting the former for the rest of his life, but I won't. It's not my thing to wax eloquent over matters that have happened in the past (nor do I have the time to draw comparisons between the music scene of then and now and theorize on what would have happened if that plane hadn't crashed), and while I do acknowledge the role that these three individuals have played in the history of music and how their death affected the world, I hadn't listened to enough of their music to be a fan of their work.




Besides, this happened before I was born, so I have no personal experience to put into writing here.

Instead, here are some links to places where you can find out more about this day in history:

Wikipedia
Mental Floss
The Fifties Web

one word. so little time.

Word for January 30, 2009: Remember

so i'm standing on the stairs, fumbling for my cigarette. it's cold, starting to rain, and i have no idea where i put my lighter. cigarette in hand, i set off to the parking lot to find someone with a lighter i can borrow. that's when i saw you.

it's been a while, but it doesn't stop hurting.

Word for February 3, 2009: Sprout

I'm plucking out clumps of grass as you sit next to me and talk.

They're green, fresh, and maybe i'm defacing the lawn right now, but i don't really care. it's as if the sprouts offend me in a way, and i'm taking out my anger on them. It's just- just-

why should they have the chance to grow when we can't?

oneword.com

Awesome site. You should visit it if you have trouble finding things to write about. Or just want to waste time and look busy while doing it. Warning: It's a bit addictive, even if you end up babbling crap like you see above.

In which online shenanigans are shenanigan-y

A little old, I know, but it was worth noting. Sorry about the size, but you should really click on it and read the text.

Meanwhile, on MSN...

The one where the only thing that doesn't hurt right now are my eyes.

Urgh. Everything. Hurts. My body hates me so much right now. So. Much.

I just want to lie in bed right now until it all goes away.



Preferably with him next to me.