Let's dance in style,
Let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait,
We're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best
But expecting the worst
Are you going to drop
the bomb or not?

Let us die young or
let us live forever
We don't have the power
But we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit,
Life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men

Can you imagine when this
race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders,
We're getting in tune
The music's played by the madmen

Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever and ever

Some are like water
Some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some
are the beat
Sooner or later
they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young?

It's so hard to get old
without a cause
I don't want to perish
like a fading horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't
happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging
out of the blue
We'll let them come true

Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever and ever young ...

Alphaville, Forever Young

My brother claims this is the only song he's ever known the lyrics too. Since I know him - I can vouch that this is indeed valid. I, on the other hand, do not know the lyrics by heart, so I had to look them up .. and I don't know. Are they really 100% correct? I mean "I don't want to perish like a fading horse" sounds ..well. Nevermind. Hehe.

Girls. Remember - strapless bra's may SEEM like a good idea sometimes, but remember: Is wherever you're going a place where you'd feel comfortable grabbing your chest to pull it up slightly every now and then?

Blah.

I can't fully describe how exciting it is to finaly make a friend on my own in Chapel Hill .. I mean, doh, don't get me wrong, I've gotten to know some pretty neat people through Aziza, but at the same time it's very exciting to get to know people outside of the people who know each other already. Did that make sense? I think it did.

It's also fun because this girl seems to be a severe Tori fan, too .. the Charlotte concert is going to be her 4'th (at LEAST) Tori concert this TOUR. It's just .. exciting. I'm too used to people shutting off and sighing when I get into high gear talking about Tori.

So I watched The Postman last night. I really TRIED to keep an open mind, I really did, but ... 40 minutes into the movie, my brain was filled with cells screaming because they knew there was 2 hrs and 10 more minutes of this left. What is it with Kevin Costner and his thing for hugeass movie productions set in a distant future where the world's been all destroyed... ??

I was quite surprised to discover Tom Petty as one of the characters. I've never really listened to his music (He was the guy dressed up as the Mad Hatter in some video, right?), but I must say he was quite adorable in this movie. I never noticed how gentle his eyes seem. *shrug*

My mother gave me a 120 pieces box of chocolates, the other day. This is the first time I've had a chance to eat a whole box on my own. It's frustrating, though, because with so many kinds (about 12, I suppose?) of bon-bons, a pattern easily develops. Survival of the least preferred, I guess it could be called.

First goes the crushed almond with chocolate poured over it. After that - the choccie covered hazel nuts. In a long blur, the different nougats are nibbled at, even the icky ones, and last on the bon bon scale - the marsipan bon bons, who I usualy donate to my mom. The real frustration always sets in when half the box is gone, and I'm forced to choose from the nougats by trial and error. BrrRrrRr. I bet you never knew someone would actually spend part of their diary sharing their chocolate bon bon theories, did you?

Speaking of chocolate .. I'm off to go shop for candy I want to bring with me to the US! I know, it sounds silly, but when I was there last semester, I almost went bonkers because I couldn't find any chocolate that I liked. This time, I'm not taking any chances. Luckily, I'm being picked up by car at the airport, so I'm sure I can squeze a few pounds with me without worrying that I won't be able to carry it. After all, there's nothing like proper candy... *gurgle*

Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face
the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

Michael Jackson, Thriller

I fear I'm beginning to have a little too much fun destroying pictures of me in image programs...

I think my mom thinks I'm moving to Russia, and not America. Yesterday she bought me my favourite shower soap, shampoo, deodorant, chocolate, and some socks. Heh.

Lots of pop culture references this week. I'm sure you can tell I spend all my nights watching movies and tv.

The Nightbreed Poster.

The movie's Nightbreed, and I think it's my favourite scary movie of all times. I've never read anything by Clive Barker, though I've seen some of his artwork and been thorougly impressed, but this movie makes me want to. How often is a horror movie produced where you are _supposed_ to cheer for the freaks and monsters? I'd also like to note that it's not that scary :) The makeup is beautiful, the music by Danny Elfman (Danny!!) is haunting, and it's not at all .. silly a la Nightmare on Elm Street. Go see it :)

Genius to fall asleep to
your tape last night
So warm
Sounds go through the muscles
These abstract wordless movements
They start off cells that
haven't been touched before
THESE CELLS ARE VIRGINS

Waking up slowly
My headphones
They saved my life
Your tape
It lulled me to sleep
Nothing will be the same

I'm fast asleep
I like this resonance
It elevates me
I don't recognize myself
This is very interesting

My headphones
They saved my life
Your tape
It lulled me to sleep
I'm fast asleep now
I'm fast asleep
My headphones
They saved my life
Your tape
It lulled me to sleep

Bjork, Headphones

Okay, so I guess you all saw it coming, but I feel I need to announce it and make a few things definite:

1. I leave for America tonight. It will probably take until late Thursday/Friday before I even have an opportunity to post. We'll live. After that it will take maybe 2 weeks I think to get back on a functioning posting schedule, depending on when/if I get my own computer, or have to stick to school labs.

2. I am moving this entire site over to my Simplenet account. I realize I can't do it all today, but hopefully, I can start putting the daily posts up there starting next week or so. This site will of course still be around, it's always good to have a backup site, but I will simply stop making the updates/archive filing. I'll let you know, and direct you where to go when that day comes :) Just think .. NO MORE POPUP WINDOWS or stupid ads!

3. I'm having a problem with the DNS name thingy for my simplenet account. I know that jennie.simplenet.com is SUPPOSED to work, but it's experienced some serious whackiness these past weeks. There will always be the IP address, afaik, which is http://209.132.53.103 .. hopefully it's something that will straighten itself out soonish.

4. I'm bleaching my hair tonight, and then dying it deep ink red. I've had enough people ask me "But.. why??" - simple. Coz it's fun, and I can. Enough said. 8)

5. I can't think of a 5, 1, 2, 3 and 4 should be enough. ;)

Pretty Good Year, Tori Amos.

Ghod my handwriting is horrible. 8( This song has become my "going to America" themesong, as well as my "New Years Eve" song. There's a boy I always connect with this song .. I haven't seen him in years, he was in my High School, and he was just .. always looking so sad when he wasn't around a lot of people. I liked him a lot because of that, I'd watch him across the school yard through a window, and wonder what there was that always put that sad quiet look on his face.

Needles to say, really, but I of course never found out what it was.

I've never ever been this down about leaving before. I guess it hits harder because it's almost a year I'll be away, as opposed to last time, which was 5 months. All of a sudden I just walk around with a soggy purple cloud over my head .. I try to become giddy and excited and all that, but it only works for brief periods of time. It just won't happen. I'm not even excited about getting to see Tori Amos in concert tomorrow night - How insane is that? I know I'll get excited once I'm there, of course, but right now .. it does nothing for me, and that's just plain scary.

It's not like I'm the first person in the world to go through this departure depression thing, I know.. For instance, Aziza has been doing it for _years_, leaving Egypt for school in America, only coming back and seeing friends and her dad over the summers .. Ghod, it's been half a year and I'm already ... already .. I don't know. Not tired of it - it IS exciting to go to America, school, see new things, just .. be in a different place. It just makes me sad the things I leave.

I had so much fun last night, in the midst of being sad. It's like none of us can understand that I'm really LEAVING tonight, you know? First Ninnie came by and argh .. she'd made cookies and brought a ceramic frog for me. She told me she had made an actual cake at home for me, made out like the american flag with berries and all but .. the cake hadnt cooled off enough, so the cream melted right off it. Poo. We talked for 3-4 hours, and then decided it was getting late, so I better get to Maria's ... and I made her promise to try and pop by tonight to, if for nothing else - to see my bleached hair! (I'm just hoping I don't burn my hair right iff, heh. I'm going to look so awful with blonde hair .. it's simply not my colour :)

At Maria's came a big surprise - she and her boyfriend and rented Spice World for us to watch! *giggle* It was a big donkey fest of mean mean mean comments and snickering whenever the Spice Girl who left was in a scene .. let's just say, once you know she's really 35, she really LOOKS 35, no matter how skimpy bathingsuits she wore. We were _actually_ disappointed, because it was worse than we expected - it had absolutely no plot whatsoever. I know, it sounds crazy to be astounded to find this, but really .. we expected it to be at least better at being kitchy and Spice Girly than it really was - a long excuse to play every Spice song known to man, and show off with moviestars starring in idiotic roles.

It got really _boring_. In fact, not even 50 minutes into the 1 hr and 20 minute long movie we were ready to jump out the window (they live on the 4th floor..), and anything became an excuse to leave for a few minutes ("Anyone want anything more to drink? Please?") .. we had to have peptalks "Only 14 minutes left! You can do it!" ... her boyfriend couldn't, so he left and made us scones instead. Yum.

Of course Maria and I yacked about music and gossip .. we even watched a documentary on Ozzy Osbourne (she's got quite a collection with Black Sabbath/Ozzy items) .. I must say - Ozzy is a cutiepie! *insane giggle* I wasn't too pleased to see the pictures of when he bit the head off a pidgeon, but Maria calmed me down with "well it was already dead and he was supposed to do something spectacular".

After a while we got'a talkin' about Bjork .. of course. Once again, I bought up how much fun it would be to have a Bjork page, only I wouldn't have anything special and new to offer the net world.. This time, it didn't stop at talking though. We're gunna do it. I'm creating a Bjork website. What's the angle gunna be, you say? Rare and Silly Bjork material. Maria is seriously one of the people that has a very extensive collection of anything Bjork. She possesses some _very_ rare material too, as well as .. funny clips.

"101 Uses for a Bjork!" *Bjork doll tied to a spinning wheel with lit fireworks making it swirl* "WeEeEeeEee!" I'm going to gather up material from Maria, have her write interesting and rarely known facts and stories, work out a good disclaimer and all that, and get it going. I think fans will really get to appreciate this, as it will contain snippets of material they've never even heard about. So excited :)

The only bad thing was that I didn't get home until 6:20 am this morning, which left onyl a few restless hours for sleep, something that seemed rather impossible.. I had dreams of making the Bjork page. How pathetic is that? Ah well. I had fun. I'm going to miss this.

And with that, I'll say .. bye bye. See you later this week/next week.

Well, that was the intended bye bye, at least. And then the weirdest thing happened. Cute flirt guy from yesterday's entry showed up, and _flirted_ with -ME-. I can honestly say I've never been this puzzled in my life. I mean SERIOUSLY. Let's just say I'm not used to flat out flirting in real life, okay? Last I can recall was at Crazy Farmer's Days 4 years ago. You can tell I mean this honestly because I can so precisely peg it.

This guy .. I can't help but wonder what's wrong with him? I mean, he really pushed to start a conversation, starts really telling all these things about him that definately seemed like he was trying to impress me ("I'm going to be a fighter pilot.. we just happen to own a summer house in Ft. Lauderdale.. I've played the drums for 12 years.. I love bungyjumping and parachuting and adrenaline stuff") The thing is, he was rather good looking too, which made it even stranger.

Well. He was in the airforce, still in his uniform, so I'm thinking mebbe he's been surrounded by guys a little too long, y'know, eh? I am SO shook up. That was plain WEIRD. He made really obvious remarks like "Well I'm sure you'll find a boyfriend in America.. I mean that shouldn't be a problem, I must say"... And after 45 minutes, when he was finally leaving, he dragged around and stopped by my desk, leaned on it, and went "Okay, I know this will probably seem really offensive and weird, but I just have to say it: I Think you are really, really pretty. I just had to say that." WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

I think I should add to the story that yesterday, I at least felt a bit pretty with the huge flowers in my hair and pretty lipstick and sort of nice clothes. Today however - I'm not exaggerating. I look... eew. I'm wearing a dirty old t shirt that looks 5 years old and probably is too, barely holding together, I'm very bloated, I'm ickyicky pale, I got zits and makeup residue, my hair is very dirty (to help it not get burnt off by the bleach) and haven't been brushed in days, my legs are hairy to say the least .. What the hell's he thinking??

It feels funny too, because you should have seen the expression he got on his face when I went "Well no, I won't be here tomorrow, I'm going to America... until may next year... " Priceless.

Ah well. I'm blushing. There you have it. -Now- I'm off.