You Don't Need No Reason Or A Three Piece Suit To Argue The Truth

Well. I've been lame lately (see: w(here)tf is all my blog entries I said I'd do?), so I figured I'd start fresh. Hey hey, it's a info post! I did this a while back for some character profiles and the like, so why not for myself? Hm?

Ten Things You May or May Not Have Known About Lilly(Me!)

1. When I was little, my brother and I were kickin' it on the teeter totter swing when I fell off. Sadly, my brother kept on rollin' and bam. My two front teeth were shattered, so the bottom halves of those two teeth are fake.

2. I read out loud when I'm alone. I do the voices. I did this an insane amount when I was reading Hugh Laurie's book, The Gun Seller. Mind, I can hear his voice over mine. I did this often, as well, when Snape spoke in the harry potter books, mimocking Alan Rickman. I'm weird like that.

3. I love the television show 'Jonathan Creek'. No one has heard of it. For reals. I also love House, M.D., but the entire world over has heard of it. (House/Wilson=otp)

4. The song 'Minnie the Moocher' (either sung by Danny Kaye or Hugh Laurie) always, no doubt about it, cheers me up. If you look at the lyrics, that might seem odd.

5. From summer of grade ten on, my two friends and I tried to read as many shakespeare plays we could get our hands on. We read through these on the beach, at my friend's cottage, on the water front in Windsor and in Tim Hortons. We read Hamlet, A Midsummer's night Dream, Richard III and Much Ado About Nothing. Othello was our next in line.

6. In Grade 12, I stared in the play Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead with my best friend as Guildenstern and myself as Rosencrantz. The idea of doing the play for Dramafest came from seeing the Gary Oldman/Tim Roth film version of the play. I learned my lines in two weeks, due to massive procrastination, and my email comes from one of my favourite moments in the play, where they are playing 'Questions'. That year was no doubt my favourite year at Dramafest, even if it was only my second. People were awed by our ability to remember all our lines, do it in accents and deliver it so comically. I was in awe of the fact that I wasn't sick backstage before each cue.

7. A note on accents: I have the problem of being overly dramatic in the use of accents. Every once and a while, I will slip into one, comfortable there though it might seem odd to others. It started with doing British accents with my best friend, then it spiraled out. I picked up Scottish because we did a play called 'Mmmbeth' and I was Mmmbeth (I play male roles often. I like them more, simple as that. And I don't have the most womanly figure. I can pull off looking like a guy almost, unlike Kiera Knightley), then Australian because of an exchange student friend, Russian due to a 'Waiting for Godot' workshop where we decided it best that Vladimir had a russian accent (complete with broken english of the lines), and it just keeps going. I mimock a lot.

8. I am horribly nervous about being social. Once I get into a situation, I am fine, but leading up to anything (parties, outings, what have you) I get antsy. I hate being late to things, but I also hate being the first one there.

9. I suck at editing. I hate reading over my work more than once to fine tune.

10. I like hanging out with people and talking. Like, sitting around on couches or something. It is like one of my favourite things in the world. Laughing and talking about shit, making up stories. It is my crack. I love to talk.

Aaaand yes. That about wraps it up, kiddies. No, Lil needs some food.

(When did I start talking in third person, sounding like Liza with my 'tude? I dunno.)

Combat Baby

Said it all before...

I laughed with a man on the bus today.

Why do people look at you with 'that look' when you smile at them? Is it not a natural thing to do anymore? Was it ever? I'm not sure.

I've not been back three days and my apathy has returned. It's like nothing changes, but yet I know it has. I know I'm fucking miles from home, I know that school starts in a few days, hell, I know I just bought House season three on DVD, but yet I feel...like I could sit around all day and just exist like that. Not go out. Just sit around my room. Stare blankly sometimes, actually do stuff at others, like watch those dvds, write, whatever. I feel like I'm going through motions that, if I make a wrong step during them, I get antsy. Fuck it.

So emo, that paragraph, what.

Want to hear something weird? I've only been back in town a few days and I've seen my ex twice (once with James, once while driving by on a bus), a fellow I was in history class with, a guy from my english class and two people from my first semester latin class. Wtf?

Aaaanyway. Enough of this. I have House to watch, books to read and sleep to be having. Moooore later. Watch for it.