Do you know how they say hello in Turkmenistan?
(yes, that's a real country)


Neither do I.
How sad.

Harry & David
Moose Munch CONFECTION
*picture of moose*
MILK CHOCOLATE MIX

(at first, i typed in mice, for the plural form of moose, and then mooses. I just thought you needed to know that.)

i just found out why 61% of the american population are overweight, and i'm pretty sure i'm heading there myself. (because of those harry & david caramel coated popcorn balls, mmmm.)

I went to dunkin' donuts the other day and asked for water, and the cashier gave me a look and said, "would ya like a coke with that, hun?".

um, no, sorry, i don't want to become diabetic when i turn 18, thanks.

oh, and contrary to popular belief, there isn't a Macs for every quarter mile of this country. No, that's a Starbucks. There are TWO Macs for every quart mile.

anyway, i've got jetlag for the first time in my life, and the whole house is sleeping. being the only one awake at 2AM (3PM in the tropics, i think.) in the morning at a house in Jersey in the middle of winter is NOT that good an idea. especially for someone who gets scared shitless from watching Scary Movie. So, long point short, i'm going to make this.. tart.

First off,

THANKYOU TO ALL OF YOU MAGICAL ETHEREAL BEINGS FOR MAKING MY BIRTHDAY AMAZING.
it really was.

That idiotic bunch of lovely people i hang out with whenever i can. I'd like to rename you the Them (after Good Omens). Aside from the Pink Family. Yes, you guys. I love you to death (and a bit of coma) and thankyou for that not-really-a-surprise-surprise. Best. Day. Ever.

My personification of underwear (best friends) Athirah and Saiba for sticking us three together after eight years of knowing each other. Especially Athirah for bloody migrating to the airport (TWICE) to see me off and give me a cake and The Letter.

Family, for just, well, being The Family. I really couldn't want any other The Family. Seriously. :D (I've already said it all in previous years. Don't want to be repetitive, do i?)

OTHER SUPER DUPER PEOPLE WHO WISHED ME. (: Thankyou! Way to make a girl feel loved.

Blah. Anyway. I've got to sleep. Broadway tomorrow and a whole lot of walking in unbelievable temperatures.

*this wasn't tart, it was long and then ended abrubtly. Sorry. ):

I am a converted tumblrian. Yes.

I'm feeling like the ultimate douche because i've been whining and complaining for the past month that i'd be spending my sixteenth on the plane. When actually my flight is on the next day, at 11pm.

Doesn't that make you feel like you've had your feelings cheated?

In the anti-news, i've effectively completed my day by going through 49 pages of Allison Weiss' tumblr while sitting in a sub-18 degree room, in a very comfy oversized potato sack. Good day or good day?

[I'm, of course, trying to scab over the memories of trooping all over Singapore which resulted in my favourite $19.70 (sale) Bronze Charles and Keith sandals breaking. Whatever.]

Its Three Days to america, and half the wardrobe i planned on bringing is either lying in some abandoned corner of my house or dirty. Or both. The 5cm thick file of homework lays dusty and fingerprint-less. Open house needs planning and Farewell needs help. I'm not even going to begin on organizing itinerary. I don't know what i'm going to do with myself.

More tumblr, perhaps? Its kind of like the cyber equivalent of anaesthesia. Or a ton of wine (Patrick Moberg).

Anyway, here's to Rebecca, JR, Aliah, Instructors, who are, i'm sure, exhausted from Coals. Hope it went well!

Typography & Feelings. Love it, love it.

Oh, and i can't wait to watch Fantastic Mr. Fox. Favourite Roald Dhal, after Matilda and The Witches. Ties with Charlie and the Chocolate factory, really.

Tumblr is a bottle of wine.
A quiet night in with a couple friends, and a couple of their friends. Spilling nostalgic stories, flipping through photo albums, singing favorite songs, aiming for poignancy, and occasionally stumbling onto it. Emotions flow freely and without thought.

Twitter is crack cocaine
Fucking ANYONE is your friend. Yuppies do it on their iPhone. Cheap. Short. Fruitless.

Youtube is shots of tequila
"Just ONE" to humor your friend quickly turns into 4 or 5. Anything and everything becomes wildly entertaining. A fun way to waste some time you won't really remember the details of. Probably for the best.

Facebook is a vodka cranberry
Social lubricant used to enhance still developing social etiquette. You're aware of your uninhibited actions, but comforted by the built in safety net of excuses.

Myspace is huffing spray paint
Destroys any chance of looking credible. You will be perceived as having the mindset of a middle schooler, and probably do.

Gmail is caffeine pills
Great for a quick pick me up to stimulate productivity, but ultimately leaves you exhausted and relying on it.


If you were ocean i'd swim in you. - Very Cheesy Song Lyrics by the Tube.

ice cream cheffed with jolene and becca for awhile, and on the way me and The Rebecca splashed in various puddles to showcase our phenomenal, lovely immaturity to the world. splashing puddles of acidic rain made my day, among other things.

and i'm so broke right now, that the president of uganda could provide me charity for the day. (i'm sorry)
i just owe alot of people money. i'm such a crook, i feel like i should be working in wall street. many apologies to bex, jaya, preethi, my brother, among many others.

ugh, i'm such a spoilt child. i'm going to go mediaeval on my kid, if i ever have one.

twenty five, fourteen, fifty nine. five k.
twenty five, fourty four, five. four point three.

they're really horrible timings compared to most people, but;

i was so happy about smashing my PB this morning during cross that i forgot to be traumatized by the different and radical forms of abuse this afternoon's tennis put on my hand. I have a heart shaped blister on my finger! ♥

i love MacRitchie! Somehow, runners just magically draw power from the vegetation. Its like, we're indirectly photosynthesizing. *Does the eyebrow wave*

OMG, REBECCA, LOOK! ITS AN AWKWARD SILENCE!

:O

Ariel's Online Personal Ad:

Single highly evolved species of witch, looking for wizard with desirably the same evolutionary status. Pale, drained complexion preferable, due to excessive time indoors from too much reading Harry Potter and/or Jane Austen and playing Sims 3. Critical to know that a book gets priority over food, and will understand that when Charlie McDonnel/Bret McKenzie asks me out, i will leave him. Must be fluent in British, Elvish and Parseltongue. Sign Language in said three dialects is acceptable. Must agree with me on the opinion that all humans who do not know the difference between "their" and "they're" are to be eliminated, and must aid me on the mission to exterminate said humans.

I've spread YouTube stalker disease to Sa, and i'm liking it.

Sucker, lick my battery - Flight of the Conchords



There are so many videos of these guys i'd like to post.

But i chose this one.

I usually try to refrain from doing this, but here I am, asking you to please view it. Its for your own mental health. Thank you.

|||


Ps: You're so beautiful, you could be a waitress. You're so beautiful you could be a part-time model. You're so beautiful, you could be a high class prostitute. (:

Oh, wait, school's not over yet.

My contacts dried up because of the lack of humidity in the tennis courts today. I was blinking like i was OD-ing from rabies, right there on the green asphalt. I then spent the rest of the day with one eye blind, all the while not realizing it until i reached home and discovered i couldn't see whether the smudge i made on my wall earlier was a bug or not. I'm really smart.

Singyi the idiot wasted all my dove cucumber green tea deodorant today, as she decided to freshen the St. Wilfrid Toilets with anti-perspirant, moisturising cream-mist. Let's just say i'm not sad for my loss. More like the many people who may very likely go into cardiac arrest once smelling me in the bus.

(My view on the matter: Seriously! IT SHOULD BE MADE ILLEGAL NOT TO SPRAY YOURSELF AFTER VIGOROUS EXERCISE. Smelly Sports People, you don't need to rub it into the public's very sensitive nose that you train alot. They get it. They're just asking for a little fresh air, every now and again.)

And now i'm one of them. Great.

What's that word that makes you out to be a horrible, pathetic excuse of a person but also somehow seems to indicate that you're incredibly fat?

Oh, right. Hypocrite.

PS: Someone scared me pretty badly by saying he's going to start studying for next years O's after his MT sec three O's this tuesday. This has made me go into panic mode. I've officially said goodbye to my Holidays, Sanity and Christmas. They won't be missed, because i've already forgotten how they were like.




"Interactions and Adaptations Among Organisms and Habitats",
i will eat you.

Go die.

My chances at survival for the next two months are looking pretty slim at the moment. Nonexistant, to be more precise.

In other, less melodramatic news.

This is an official notice that dancing is three times more tiring than a 5k run. I have new respect for the Cedar dancers, or dancers in general. My back is still feeling like it has nuts, bolts and screws hammered into it.

Study, study study study study.
Go study.

S-T-U-D-Y.

:O



Oh, and since i haven't had a dedication yet.

Happy Birthday Jolene. :}

I L Y A L O T T T M.

Love, Ariel.




*







I am this happy.





Nothing describes this.

Lining up for five and a half hours, sprinting like rabid demons for a place in queue, starving for a day. All worth it. Neil Gaiman is just that compelling a person. It makes me tingly when i think of all the people he's worked with that i idolize. Graphic novel gold.

Had a lovely 45 minute chat with Anupa today, and it was almost as awesome as this.



( My faith in The Disney Channel may have been revived. :} )



Rumours are like rotten yogurt. It smells like rotten yogurt.

Never say goodbye because saying goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
- Peter Pan.

Clementine: You're not a stalker or anything, right?
Joel: I'm not a stalker. You're the one that talked to me, remember?
Clementine: That is the oldest trick in the stalker book.
Joel: Really? There's a stalker book? Great, I gotta read that one.