Day Two

Almost the end of the detox. I've only been hungry once. This is weird. And boring.
I miss food.

Day One

It's actually pretty easy. I just found myself getting rather tired at about 6pm, fell asleep at 9. Psh.

Detox

Tomorrow is Day One of my Three Day Detox.
This means that I don't eat anything for three days, and don't drink anything except for Lemonade. Oh, and I exercise for 30 minutes - 1 hour daily.

I'm doing this as a personal interest and social experiment. No, I do not think I need to lose weight, that is not the reason I am doing this. Also, I am aware of the health risks and everything (that is all inclusive.)
I will be blogging about this detox and all of side effects that come with it. This includes everything good and bad. So.. Until tomorrow, faretheewell, happy eaters.

Secret heart
What are you made of
What are you so afraid of
Could it be
Three simple words
Or the fear of being overheard
 
This very secret
That you're trying to conceal
Is the very same one
That you're dying to reveal
Go tell them how you feel
                                            - Secret Heart, Feist

 

You just don't know it.

Bastards :D

Yep.

True

Tear it down

The sun is in the east,
Rising for the beasts
And the beauties
I wish that I could tear it down,
Plant it in the ground
                                    - Last of Days, A Fine Frenzy

Oh So Poisonous..

Focus

My new happy song

Echo

The Creation of The World

So, today I got asked how the world was created, then given two options: Religion or Science.
Quite frankly, I don't care and don't have an opinion, and that's the way it is. Some people say God created the world, Adam and Eve [etc.]. Some people say we evolved from apes or came about via the Big Bang.
Apparently I'm supposed to believe in one, or at least have some idea about it. To be honest, it's not something I think about at all, especially not enough to form an opinion or belief.

I believe in the present. Live now. Why care about how we got here to begin with? It doesn't interest me. This doesn't mean I disapprove of others' beliefs; because there is absolutely nothing wrong with them having their opinion, as long as I can have mine.

For all I know, the world could've been created by a Giant Overweight Dragonfruit [which, by the way, are delicious. Go to Bangkok and try them. They're amazing.]
So that, people, is my opinion on world creation.

Fromthebasement.tv

This is just.. amazing. So many bands/artists I know and love. Amazing. Amazing. AMAZING.
From The Basement

Wow

Check this awesome camera out

Lenore The Cute Little Dead Girl

Ain't she cute?

Baking.

Mint + Chocolate. Possibly the best mixture possible. I love baking. Baking makes me think

I've decided to try and attempt a home-made mint + choc chip icecream cake for my friends birthday. Hopefully she'll say:

Art <-- check it out, it's an awesome blog.

Scarabuss

One of my favorite photographers. Prepare to be amazed.

I could go on forever..

Chucks.

I live in these shoes and I'll probably die in them at 90. They're the best, most comfortable, shoes in the world. I have six pairs and counting. Uniqueness is special; there are song quotes written all over one pair, but I'm ready to go super-ninja and create something AMAZING.
Next level of customization: Stick figure war. Yes, creating a stick figure massacre on a pair of shoes. Epic? I hope so.

Yummy.

True.

AMAZING.

Junk Food.

And this is how McDonalds beats KFC...

Seriously though, I hate 'em both.

International Star Wars Day!

I tried to be all Jedi but the furthest I got was drawing Darth Vader on randoms and getting "Star Wars" written on my arm in Chinese characters.

Square Watermelon

How cool is that?

Ripped Wings

A butterfly with ripped wings; she waits, allowing the shadows to envelope her.
Until there is complete darkness. Utter and total black. 
This way, no one can watch her try to fly. 
No one can see as she spins in a feeble circle. 
No one can see her weak little wings scratch at the air. 
This way, she says to herself, no one knows that I fall.

Some might call this an inspirational story, or say that the moral is persistance. What they don't know is that when a butterfly rips its wing, it cannot fly, and it becomes humiliated.
In this story, she sits in the dark, only waiting to die.