meissa: (hyper-love)
Comment to this post, and I will list five things I associate with you. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your LJ (or just add a reply back to me). Other people (including me) can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

From karenjeane: Chemistry, J-Dramas, Jason Mraz, Tennis, Young Adult Novels.

This gets really long because I talk about things I like... )
meissa: (life is good)
Since my family's definition of a holiday is the complete opposite of mine, I spent most of the day outside. As an explanation, holidays for me equals sleeping in until I get hungry, eating, and sleeping some more. For them, it usually involves waking me up at an ungodly hour (earlier than when I have to work, even!) and dragging me outdoors.

Since it was raining most of the weekend, however, my father's plans for us to go swimming were cancelled (fortunately, because though I love swimming, I abhor swimming in the nearby resorts which are usually overrun with children). But though today dawned bright and sunny, it was my mother's plans we followed and we wound up going to the mall, where I immediately commenced a shopping spree and I just have to ask retailers this:


I don't get it. Last year, my size would range from small to large, depending on the clothing store. Now? It ranges from EXTRA SMALL to EXTRA LARGE! WTF? Oh, and when shopping from the same boutique, I bought three blouses: one was medium, one was large, and one was extra large. Again, this was the same boutique!

I really miss the days when I was a medium everywhere. What is going on? How can one store's extra small be another's extra large? I DON'T UNDERSTAND. Oh, while we're at it--


Unless I'm flat as a washboard -- or have a dent in my chest, maybe -- I am apparently going to have the hardest time buying clothes. There is something wrong going on here! I'm not even

I'm sorry if this should not be a surprise, but for the past four years I only bought clothes from catalogues (I'm still a medium in those) or out of the country (which use the number sizes, so idk).

Anyway, that aside. I went to see In Time after my shopping spree and let me just say: IT IS A MOVIE I WILL WILLINGLY WATCH THREE TIMES. ON MUTE. BECAUSE WHO CARES ABOUT PLOT WITH THAT MUCH PRETTY? I mean, Justin Timberlake -- pfft, I don't care about you. BUT MATT BOMER. ALEX PRETTYFER PETTYFER. CILLIAN MURPHY. VINCENT KARTHEISER, HELLO. And Amanda Seyfried is always pretty!

Can I just say that I find it sad that Justin outlived everyone that was prettier than him, though?

The plot was kind of hilarious, though. There were several gaping plot holes and the clock was too much of a Deus Ex Machina at times. And how do you even transfer time just by clasping hands, idk. But who cares? Pretty!

Now, however, I feel about to sink into a food coma because I had too many carbs today (Japanese for lunch, Chinese for dinner). So that's all I have to say about today. Which actually, seems like a lot now. And I have to be up early tomorrow for a seminar, so blargh. I hope I can stay awake through it.
meissa: (hello)
Things I Am Horrible At
  1. keeping in touch
  2. being patient
  3. waking up early
  4. just waking up
  5. prudent consumption of post-it notes
  6. resisting urges to communicate entirely in post-it notes
  7. crossing things off my to-do list
  8. talking to people on the telephone
  9. being tall (complete and utter failure)
  10. small talk
  11. not looking like a high school student
  12. taking less than 30 minutes in the shower
  13. finding my keys
  14. remembering that i'm holding my keys
  15. being sane.
meissa: (oh rain)
I've been itching to write this story for weeks now. I've tweeted about it a couple of times, made a playlist, have an outline. But for some reason, the words won't come out the way I want them to. So I'm shelving it for the moment and hauling it out again for NanoWriMo, when hopefully I get my mojo back. If I had any mojo to begin with.

Those on Twitter might have seen me complaining about one of my big writing "problems" recently, and are probably sick of hearing it, but I am just really frustrated by how I seem to have gotten stuck in a sort of comic mentality. Granted, my angst and drama have always been lightened by sarcasm, but this time it's just really awful. I don't even know how to describe things anymore. I just spit out dumb dialogue that's probably funny only to myself and then keep on going. I don't even READ funny books or WATCH funny shows so I don't know what's influencing me this time. (I'm currently avoiding Terry Pratchett because there was a time I started thinking with footnotes.)

This shouldn't be a big deal (and really, it isn't), but I just need to complain because solutions/changes always happen or appear when I do, haha. And I really need to write the story some day because the imagery won't get out of my head. It would be fine if it were pleasant imagery, but... everything's on fire! And fire scares me, so I would really rather it goes away.
meissa: (Default)
I'm going to do a voice post because I follow the herd! I just... don't know what to talk about. So does anyone have suggestions? XD? Otherwise I will just sing torture eardrums or something.

I lied. I'm just vain and like the sound of my own voice.


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