Organic

Hair bleach and

collarbones

Buses and smoke like

watermelon

Lights on a bridge

where there used to be trees.

[I want to love organic.]

Picture: mine.
"I want to love organic" from Closer - Plastic Tree.

死の青いスクリーン - Google Translate It. Do It.

My laptop just contracted the mother of all viruses, as well as the lovely Blue Screen of Death.

I'm on safe mode with networking - and may stay this way for the forseeable future, since I keep crashing after two minutes every time I restart. Sigh.

I turned on my computer this morning to see "your computer did not shut down properly". Hmm, weird. *two minutes later* "stop error blah blah blah" - it went too quickly to read.
But who doesn't cower in fear at the bright peacock blue that is the Blue Screen of Death.

So I turn it on again, schedule a boot-time scan, and it finds the MOTHER OF ALL VIRUSES absolutely everywhere! 3 hours of deleting and repairing and "moving to chest"-ing later...

*Blue Screen of Death*
ARGHHH

Ok FINE, BE THAT WAY.
Next, we restore it to about two weeks ago.
*Blue Screen of Death*
=_____=

Restore it to a month ago.
*Blue Screen of Death*
asklfjagiwrg!!

Scheduled a disc check for (C:)
*Blue Screen of Death*

Another boot-time scan. (Which takes another 2 hours). No viruses.
*Blue Screen of Death*
MOTHERFUCKER.

Uninstalled a corrupt file and deleted it
*Blue Screen of Death*

Nearly 9 hours later
*Blue Screen of Death*

Screw this shit. And don't ask me to format, because I don't have the installation CD and clearly I'm an idiot for not making a system rescue cd. Which I will do at the next opportunity when mr.laptop DOESN'T have an emotional breakdown.

Seriously, up until this point of my life, the most I've ever had to do is click a button to run a virus scan. Then click another button to delete.

Clearly my laptop is having jealousy issues. It's watching me use Ipod and Phone (read: not Iphone) and the computers at uni and it's getting upset because I don't lug it to uni like every other business student.

WELL I'M SORRY, BUT I'M PUNY AND WEAK AND I CAN'T CARRY YOU ALL DAY.

But really it's probably the virus has gotten too far into the system and I'll have to format and buy another copy of Windows 7.

Or a new laptop.
If only they made macbooks in black again...

(Please don't get mad at me and explode, I was joking about the new laptop, really!)
((No I wasn't.))

If I Could Be Anyone

If I had a thousand lifetimes to chose from, I would choose this one.

If I had one day to live, I could spend all of eternity remembering each moment.

If I could, I would live a single moment as you, and a lifetime as me.

Just because I'm curious, you see.

Draw Me A Map

Draw me a map to a place I can't name

Forget how and why, we're too young to care, too careless to heed

Take a photograph, to remember each not-line

In twenty-three years, let's look back on our glory days

Send me a message in a bottle, washed out to sea

No one is home, but the thought counts at least

Write me a bedtime story with fairies and wolves

With no good or evil, no plot or lines

And sing me a song with words from a tree.

Meet Me On The Star Ferry

Don't fly me to the moon
But instead, wait with me by the stars

They're just pretty words
But the lights from my window count, right?

A tiny speck
But so what

Let's not give up
But throw our backs into it like Sisyphus.

Meet me on the star ferry
To reach the stars outside my window.

("Meet me on the star ferry" is a nail polish color from OPI lol)

"On The Roof Of A 13-Floor Building, I Closed My Eyes And Talked With God"

Reckless
In a brash and loud and colorful way, that fades when the numbers pile up

But if for example, we were reckless
nothing would change
because we're quiet rebels.

Why is it that I like high places
and the smoke curling from the end of a bad influence.

It's not like I believe in anything

though,
I want to stand on a rooftop
and watch everything move

Maybe I'd find
when
"On the roof of 13-floor building, I closed my eyes and talked with God"
It's just me, talking to myself.

Based on a quotation from
Panorama - Plastic Tree

I'm Falling But I Can't Decide Which Way

I want to reinvent myself again. To hide behind another name.

Sometimes being alone messes with your sensibilities.
But being with others messes with your sense of what you are and who you want to be.
To what end do I want to be who I think I am?

It's that vague feeling of, I'm not quite fine and the world isn't all great - but hey, what's the name of that problem and why is it here at all?

I've broken two picks and I've broken my skin.

I want to record my youth in the sounds of piano keys.
With the notes of the one and only song I can (and want to) play.

If I push the sustain, maybe I can make things last longer here too.

I want a purpose and I think I know what it is.
But it's all down to me and I can't remember who I want you to be.

Let's sit inside while it rains and play until our bones break apart
Only, I can't quite see who you are in this dream and maybe you're not there at all.

But I guess it's ok, if I could switch "normal" off and on.

Find me so I can lose myself.

Picture:

Aoi / The Gazette