barbies are pretty

well we're only into feb and so many things have happened already.
this is gonna be one rollercoaster-ferriswheel-cottoncandy-bumpercars-evilclowns-dancingacobats wacky kinda year.
i can feel it.
:D

as i was saying, lotsa stuff've been going on..
boy, our lives could be like a 4.5star-rating sitcom.
like the OC- but not as scandalous.
like Gossip Girl- but not as wild.
like the Simpsons- but not as dense.
like Grey's Anatomy-but not so many deaths.
like Heroes- except we don't have superhuman powers.

anyway.
the life of holidays is suiting me well.
i've gained weight, as i'd like to think, and i've widen my movie scope
and rose the standards of a slacker
pretty productive hols, dontcha think?

ugh who am i kidding.
yes i'm actually wasting my life away..
i now understand whythey say time is of the essence.
but how to grasp it and make the most out of it?
shopping's spending money, movie's spending time, lazing around's spending precious time.
maybe i should go join a course at some centre.
like, dress-making or vocal lessons.

I bet you didn't know
that i've always had a secret desire to be a rockstar.
whooo truth's out.
yes, a cool rockin' rock star who rocks.
but it's the fear of failing that holds me back
i mean, i practically have a concert every night in my shower.
but i lack the guts to do so in front of actual breathing human beings.
ah well, maybe i'll try it one day and hopefully no one sniggers and pushes me offstage. or i could just keep up the night concerts in my room, til' i grow old and sing my husband to sleep.
even fish have guts, but i don't.

you think: sucks to be felicia huh?

i say: not everyone's gr8est fans are dusty barbie dolls. i bet yours are those tiny black ants. And they're not even prettttyyy.