Who wants to be exhibited, to the world's inhibited?

was reading a magazine. i lust after 124304427658947091230981 things. i need to make money quikly. tell me how? sell my............... history notes? ha ha ha you expected something gross didn't you.

oh by the way i had wanted to go watch the 4 nations thingy but.. what for? hockey has lost its meaning to me too. it had never meant that much to me anyway. not the way it had with sally, and jiawen for example. but it was an integral part of the whole of my year 1. plus, nobody was going.

anyone knows how to do HTML? im illiterate. i hate technology, there goes my GP essay. which reminds me, i haven't done any studying for the mocks. i hate blogs yknow, make me sound so self-centred, so narcissistic, all about me, me, me. well i am, but i digress.

i want someone to think of me when he/she's eating a pop tart.
i want someone to think i'm intelligent.
i want someone to write me a rhyming poem.
i want someone to write me a song?
i kinda want these:














MURAKAMI'S BLIND WILLOW, SLEEPING WOMAN
only USD 24.95














Boy Kill Boy Single! Back Again
only USD 13.99
















Stanley Kubrick's Clockwork Orange pls pls pls pls pls
USD 15.99

that's all for now. oh! and i wanna be nicole richie and/or mischa barton.
and i want to look at someone in the face and say "all'alta fantasia qui mancò possa".