Freud-ness

Lemon Girl: I'm really no good at this. Really. Hitler would have been able to like Jews better than I can do this.

Him: Try again. You can't always keep failing!

Lemon Girl: Brilliant pep talk, you know.

Him: All you have to do is swallow up your ego and whatever it is you want to shout out loud and restrain the need to poke somebody with an ice pick. Can we do it?

Lemon Girl: No, we're fucked.

Him: Dammit! How will you ever have a social life?

Lemon Girl: I'll get therapy.

Him: And what are you doing till then?

Lemon Girl: *has brilliant idea* *starts scrubbing away microscopic particles of dust*

Him: *facepalm*

#Lesson for today: Being anal retentive is a great way to win arguments.

I promise to be nice if you promise to bring me one surprise every day.

The sexy librarian lives no more

So, I'm sitting in the comfort of my room, thinking that it's about time that I should get out there and spend some money when I realize that the roof just might fall on my head any minute and I'll be covered in strawberry coloured paint flakes that will stick on my hair like taffy.

That sucks because I just spent about an hour making sure that my hair looks like that perfect innocent yet sexy librarian every boy wants to get it on with. This look was promptly dismembered by my lovely doggie as I bent to retrieve my slippers from him.

So now I look dismembered and close to that hairy family fella in the Adams Family. This day is not going well. I throw umbrellas up in the air and they land bang on my head.

#Lesson for today: I'm going to be pernicious in relationships from now on.

And even though it means I can pick up six books for the price of one, I curse the people who didn't love their books enough to keep them safe.

It's like browsing for orphans in a crowded market place, where you feel no amount of love can make those books feel truly your's.

#Lesson for today: My alter-ego is delusional.

Confession

Dear Blog Readers,

Lemon Girl is currently crushing on a guy. Real Hard.

Lemon Girl does not know how to, or whether she should tell him at all. Lemon Girl would appreciate some advice.

 

Also, my dear blog readers know the guy.

#Lesson for today: >.<

A hundred miles..

Life is fair and then unkind
And it's left me alone to find
It takes a hundred miles
To have faith in it once more.

Daddy dear, I love you so,
Momma, more than you'll ever know
Even if we're a hundred miles
away from home.

Can it be that we don't fight
And loving you will feel right
Coz my heart is a hundred miles
Away from you.

#Lesson for today: Go listen to 500 Miles by Roseanne Cash. Go now, Shoo!

*cough cough*

#Lesson for today: It is very, very embarrassing to be caught singing 'Promiscuous Girl' out loud inside the metro. Especially when it is with a look of rapt enjoyment on one's face.

Sarcasm, bitch!

Aah, Google Chrome. You bring love to the cockles of my spindly, dank heart.

When you open an incognito window:

Going incognito doesn't affect the behavior of other people, servers, or software. Be wary of:

• People standing behind you

#Lesson for today: This is why I love Geeks, Nerds & Paranoid Androids.

RIP, us.

Did they tell life would be easy an uncomplicated after a point? That friends would last forever and compromises would cease. Did you ever dream of a time, when you would be surrounded by intellectual equals and mad-hatters in a personal wonderland?

It's been two years since college started. It's not any easier and life can only become more tangled in the real world. Compromises I made with people have ceased, only to haunt me back as regrets. How child like I seem to myself, thinking I could be happy with a bunch like them. Poshlust, I believe is what I fooled myself with. It isn't like the girl I knew, to have made friends so easy to let go off.

I miss their presence, yet never our conversations. I miss our sojourns, yet not their alcohol fueled revelations. I miss our togetherness, the way we laughed and the little mannerisms meant only for each other. It's like losing a lover you only loved for the sake of not being lonely. But tell me dear readers, be honest. Am I acting silly, or are some memories simply disposable?

#Lesson for today: There's no point in acting sweet, they can't see through us anyway.

Mise - En - Scene (or Sauuuuun)

A film festival does not just come up on it's own.

It takes a bunch of dedicated & workaholic retards, sitting in front of an apple mac for two whole weeks, munching their way through endless packets of Hide & Seek.

It takes on nutty photoshopper working her way through numerous banners, posters and invites for no particular reason.

It takes one very, very harassed media committee enduring all kinds of insults on the phone.

It takes a hapless food committee running samosas from one place to another.

And let's not forget, your SOUL.

#Lesson for today: Gah!

When Carroll wrote the following

"Question: How does a girl who falls - no, actually she jumps - eyes open down a rabbit hole, plummeting into chaos, come out the other end unchanged?

The Answer: She doesn't.

See, I know, because that girl is me."

He must have known an awful lot about us girls. Because, it seems that we love nothing more than rabbit holes, chaos and jumping into endlessly tiring situations with eyes wide open.

#Lesson for today: Adventure, is where you least expect it.

Did you hear about the lemons?

I get really obsessed once in a while with the lemons. I make families, couples and sweet little children that I refuse to make into lemonade. Then mum scolds me. We now get our to-be-consumed lemons from the market. They're impersonal, it seems.

"Lemon Party"

(I like to use 30 Rock Quotes as much as possible)

#Lesson for today: Lemon Art will be famous one day.