.Shock me like an electric eel.

So these are the rules- respond and rework! answer thequestions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own. tag five other un-tagged people. (If I can think of anyone.)

What is your current obsession? Listening in on people's conversation's on the bus. Reading blogs. Nightwish,finding new music,flossing my teeth and trying to figure out what's going on my giant canvas.(♥)

what are you wearing now? Jammies! Yay!

.Do you go out a lot? I use to, but I've been pretty home-bodyish lately. Last time I went out it was unpleasant. haha.

what is on your desk? My craft boxes, my art supply box, a candleabera, picture frame, my sunglasses collection, a cd holder, my small canvas stand, my journals, a pen holder, pens, needles &thread., But I swear, it's very organized!

what would you like to learn to do? Play the cello, play the guitar better.

.what’s for dinner? Apparently pizza but if Amber doesn't hurry up I'm going to eat my arm. I'm starving!

..what was the last thing you bought? Cd's or a bowl of chilli. yum.

.What is your favourite weather? Hot!

what is on your bedside table dressing table? My suitcase, my alarm clock, a picture album and a vanilla candle.

what is your most challenging goal right now? Trying to figure out if I want to stay or go. Quitting smoking, getting over my ex-boyfriend.

do you have a blog you read daily even when there are no updates? Yup yup!

what would you like to have in your hands right now? Food. For sure.

what do you want but can’t have right this second? Can't have right this second? Food. How 'bout something I want but haven't got yet? Check.

what languages can you speak? english & french & some spanish.

what language(s) do you want to be able to speak? Italinano!

what's one thing you're looking forward to? The day that I wake up and I don't care anymore about him. Eating food. Seeing Cassy and my sister. Re-working my life, Meeting new people...Oh I guess that's more than one.

.what websites you visit constantly during the day? Blogger and all the lovelys' bloggers, facebook, hotmail, flickr, google, youtube.

if you were to pick up a pen right now? "Dear Amber, I got hungry. You take too long,I'm eating my arm. Love Lauren." and then I'd put it on my door,so when she arrives she'd know right away why i was eating my own arm.

I tag Amber hearts& farts, Matty, J.Con and anyone else who wants to participate.

.How to make Yum Yum.

I'm looking up receipes despite promising Amber I'd hang out with her tonight. (This usually entails a pizza ordering, followed by answering the door in my bra just to see what the pizza "boy" [and I say boy , because they're usually old men] does.)

I found one called Yum Nuea.

It really has Yum in the title. "A warm Thai salad with grilled beef"

Oh damnit, it's one of those 'Cook by video' things. I can never follow those.

Ugh. I need food.

I'm craving Sushi.

I think I'm going to make something, anything...She'll never know right?

Then on my glorious day off tomorrow I think I'm going to make a cook book.

Mmmm. Cook book.

.Stop pissing on the perverbial hydrant.

I walk in and stop short.
There you are.
The enemy invading.
Didn't we say this was my bar?


Didn't we agree that I got Hunter Street and all things on it?
This isn't no man's land.

So I move to the patio with my friend Sir Perry's.
You sit down ,smooth and easy.
Not even three tables away.

Didn't you get The Irish pub instead?
You wanted the Irish pub instead.

I gave you three streets and two of our bars, you gave me the side roads and our favourite spot.
Yeah we split it, we split this town right in to two.
Then we called up our lines and drew up defenses.
No capture the flag.
No man-hunting on my estates please.
No game playing here...watch the grass!



Our friends are stuck, they're caught right in the middle, we trade them off summers and alternating weekends.
Can we just call it even?
I thought we were even.

But to piss on the hydrant that lives on my street you pick up your beer and moved closer to me.
I can't help but watch you
I can't help but to watch you as you sit down one table from me.

And you're wearing the shoes that I thought were ugly and the shirt that I bought you, when we were oh so happy.
But your hair is still too long and your socks, they still don't match and I'm hearing your voice.
For the first time in eternity.
Oh somebody kill me.
You still smell like sweet grass and your sweater still bears the mark of my coffee, from almost 4 months away.
Haven't you learned how to do laundry yet?

We don't make eye contact and we don't say a word.
You know you're risking a war with this ambush.
Because we both agreed that this was my state.
Ex-lover, who I gave it all to , Ex-lover who was regarded higher than any other...
...You better have a white flag to wave.

I gave you three streets and two of our bars, you gave me the side roads and our favourite spot.
Yeah we split it, we split this town right in to two.
Then we called up our lines and drew up defenses.
No capture the flag.
No man-hunting on my estates please.
No game playing here...stay off the lawn!



Our friends are stuck, they're caught right in the middle, we trade them off summers and alternating weekends.
Can we just call it even?
I thought we were even.

But to piss on the hydrant that lives on my street you pick up your beer and moved closer to me.
I can't help but watch you
I can't help but to watch you as you sit down one table from me.

So the next time I see you, I'll stay real polite
Ask you how do you do,yes even how is your night.
Then I'll tell you, I'll tell you get the fuck off of my land.
And if you piss on my hydrant one more god damned time I'll call the dog pound and I won't be as inclined to give you chances, to not let the troops have their way and open up fire, leave nothing behind because the last time we spoke you were just as kind, as that to me, your verbal bullet wounds still scar my heart.
You have no chances here.
This isn't Un-Canadian soil. This isn't no man's land.This land has been claimed, and it's been claimed by me.

Yes, how do you do, how is your night.
I'll stay real friendly and even polite.
Then I'll tell you, I'll tell you, get the fuck off my land.

Urgh.

Love.

Love, love , love the ex-lead singer Tarja, from Nightwish.

Despite being gorgeous this woman has some serious pipes.

How badly do I wish I was an opera singer in a metal band? If only.

I keep listening to the old songs, featuring her, and liking the new singer a little less. It's almost ruining the album for me.

Damnit.

Love her.

.Caress the one, the never fading.

Last night was a lesson in self-control.

Holler.


Last night was also a shit show. My head is definitly achin' the good ache.
I love my friends.
and jello shooters.
and kitchen night parties
and Nightwish.
and sweet people who dig Nightwish as much as I do (thanks.)

Solid.

.Despite the rain.

We're making jello shooters & bbq'in.

I'm going to eat a billion jello shooters.


Holler.