The Whether Woman, by SalmonHeadSoup.

July 16, 2008; 01:16

Dear mister,

Today’s weather was okay. It was kind og sunny, especially as the afternoon wore on, but we got to the beach at noon where there were more clouds than sky.

Just in case you were wondering, it was 24 degrees Celcius. I’m not sure how much that is in Fahrenheit, but I’m feeling kind of thirsty so I think I’ll go get a glass of water.

With all due respect,

Shannon’s official weather girl.

July 29, 2008; 00:03

Dear Mister,

I was reading the saddest part of a book today when it started raining. It was still pouring by the end of the chapter, but the rain looked strangely out of place when the sun came out.

I also bought a basil plant a few days ago. My friend named it Octopus. What a fruit.

With all due respect,

Shannon’s official weather girl.
[Winner of the 2028 Pulitzer Prize]

Commonplace book : July 28, 2008

Books:

• John Kirouac – On the Road
• Russel Brand – My Booky Wook
• Anne Spollen – The Shape of Water
• Samantha Schutz – I don’t want to be crazy
• (to look up) Table of Everything
• (to look up) Eckhart Tolle
• ♪ : Throwin’ Shapes – Minus the Bear
• ♪ : Flagpole Sitta – Magnificent Tracers
• @: www. thesartoralist.com
• ◘ : Shut up & Sing
• ◘ : Eureka (TV show)
• ◘ : Crazy Beautiful
• Lemony Snicket – The Notorious Notations
• John Greene – An Abundance of Katherines
• ◘ : Curb your enthusiasm
• Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt – Oscar et la dame rose/ Oscar and the Lady in Pink
• ♪ : The Go Team – The power is on
• Jean-Dominique Bauby – The diving bell and the butterfly
• ♪ : Pink Squares – I was a cub scout
• ♪ : Robots in Disguise – La nuit
• Diablo Cody – Candy Girl
• ♪ : Mates of State – Beautiful Dreamer

Further wordology from The Book Thief

- The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips. (p.374)

- Her voice was like suicide, landing with a clunk at [her] feet. (p.390)

- They [...] shivered like the future. (p.413)

- [...] so I made the usual decision to make my exit, into the breakfast-colored sun. (p.503)

Candy Floss
by Alex Day

We ran through the rain together
You said I looked nice
I said you looked pretty

You held my hand;
You pulled my close
And whispered:
‘Set me home.’

We turned around as fast as we could
And jumped on the very next train
I said: “I love you more than life.”
You said: “I feel the same.”

And we talked about nothing forever
You spoke to the walls
They told you a story

The world spun underneath our feet
As we shut out exhausted eyes
We wrote our names in a heart in the sand
And saw the sea wash it away

I said: “I want you in my life.”
She said: “Okay.”

‘Cause she was gonna go
But I said: “No, I don’t think so.”
And she looked at me
She smiled at me

And now I’ll tell you what she said:
“D’jou like candy floss?”
I said:
“Yeh. S’alright.”

She said: “Take my to a funfare, and we’ll eat candyfloss tonight.”

And we spun on the teacups
Round&Round and around until we were dizzy
You asked me to win you a bear
And said it was fine when I failed

You and me
Running through the trees
‘Til our faces were blue

I’ll always be that little boy
Sharing candy floss with you.
… And I miss you.

(Go check out the song here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=GXfT0AmHR7E&fmt=18)

Basil plant

• annual plant
• can plant outside when ground is above 50 degrees
• pick leaves when young (oops)
• to encourage growth: prune main stem. leave at least one node w/ 2 shoots
• inhale basil tea to relieve cold symptoms
• crush leaves to rub on cuts, insect bites, stings
• adds luster to hair: add to rosemary rinse for brunettes, or chamomile rinse if you’re a blond
• blends well with bergamot, geranium, hyssop, neoili, marjoram, melissa, or lavendar for perfumes/toilet water
• goes well in soups, salads, eggs, fish, meat dishes

On today’s menu:

• 1 x bowl Dorset cereals
• 2 x Mr. Freeze
• 1 x ice cream sandwich
• Spinach Quiche from Presse Café
• 1 x Presse salad
• 1 x bowl salmon head soup
• 2 x bowl sliced watermelon
• 24 x cherry
• 2 x fingerdip crab meat
• 9 x Pringles Bacon Ranch

Commonplace book : July 27, 2008

Wordology from the book thief

- Everything was so desperately noisy in the dark [...] He felt like a man in a paper suit. (p.140)

- When he spoke, it was the taste of a whisper. (p.141)

- [...] and the snow was shivering outside. (p.143)

- Liesel apologized. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be asking such things…” She let the sentence die its own death. (p.145)

- The sky was murky and deep like quicksand. [...] High above the earth, we sank together. (p.145)

- When Liesel left that day, [...] two giant words were struggled with. [...] They fell off sideways as the girl veered with them and could no longer sustain their weight. Together, they sat on the floor, large and loud and clumsy. [...] A blank-page face. (p.146)

- Sweat was swimming out of his hands. Finger marks clutched to the book. (p.157)

- Behind Max Vandeburg, the city of Stuttgart opened its arms in mockery. He was not welcome there (p.157)

- The darkness stroked him. (p.185)

- The reply floated from his mouth, then modeled itself like a stain to the ceiling. Such was his feeling of shame. (p.200)

- Between the hand-holding shadows [...] (p.203)

- The shock made a hole in her, very neat, very precise. (p.203)

- He unleashed the quiestest words so far [...] (p.204)

- He managed to scratch his head (the rustle of kindling) (p.206)

- His voice also held on, as if possessing fingernails. He pressed it into her flesh. (p.206)

- The fire was nothing now but a funeral of smoke, dead and dying, simultaneously. (p.220)

- Or like a time-tabled train, arriving at a nightly platform, pulling the memories behind it on a rope. A lot of dragging. A lot of awkward bounces. (p.220)

- The secret sat in her mouth. It made itself comfortable. It crossed its legs. (p.246)

- It was a Monday, and they walked on a tightrope to the sun. (p.249)

- She merely retreated backward into the ugly air of her beautiful house. (p.253)

I've had a ravenous hunger of literature recently. Someone, please... Help me quench this thirst?

Update

July 26, 2008 marks the morning I wake up from my Watermelon fish. My own. I wish I hadn’t put you into that hole. What else was I to do with all those spectators watching? I thought I would get you back.

I’ve been reading books like a lawn mower runs through grass lately. I’m about to finish my last (new) book, and I’m tempted to go to Indigo and buy some more. 5AwesomeGirls’ Monday has inspired me to reread HP7. I must be desperate for some new material.

Also: I’ve been cooking more. In the past two days I’ve made

• Peach &Chai Tea ‘milkshake’
• Mango Lasi (or as my sister affectionately calls it ‘Mango Lilzie’)
• Easiest cookie recipe ever
• Pesto (Thanks Octopus)
• Banana bread
• A new crepe recipe
• New crepe recipe + old crepe recipe

What else?

For the past three days, I’ve woken up and been able to remember my dream. This morning I woke up just as I went to sleep. In my dream world, that is. It was strange waking up, ’cause I was all: “WHAT?! I JUST… CREPT INTO BED! I CAN’T BE AWAKE ALREADY. WHY IS IT SUNNY OUT?!” In the dream, my father had gotten mad at me for staying up so late (lol@the time of this post) even though it was 8:30pm. I shouted back that it was unfair because … I mean… HALF EIGHT. SOOOO not late. Anyway. This dream was highly unrealistic because I don’t usually yell, and certainly not at my father.

Also: I wrote a nice letter to my father two days ago, saying I loved him because he is so selfless and kind and he likes to read CosmoGirl when I don’t.

Also: I yelled at Sammy today. It was nothing compared to how boiling I was inside. I wish I knew how to get home from downtown, because I would have just been able to say: “Kthnxbai,” to them instead of waiting for them and feeding more ammunition to my fury. I think today was a complete flop, but thank god Shannon was ‘there’. I felt better just texting her. LoveLove. ♥

I made Pesto out of Octopus.
Lolololol. I love my pet herb. I wonder how many times I can bring it up in every day conversation?

I can’t wait for the new VLR episode to come out.

I also enjoyed bumping into Jerome & Matthew at Sports Experts.
“So Matthew eh?” ;D

I should REALLY get back to Ms. Lopes ’cause I’m pretty sure it’s been more than a month. I’m so terrible at keeping in touch.

I NEED NEW SHOES.

‘Kay. (: That’s enough for now. I’ll go back to transcribing Commonplace book entries ’cause there’s a long one coming up. G’DAY MATE!

Also. I like signing things ‘xyz’ instead of ‘xoxo’ or ‘xxx’. It’s probably just a passing phase, but until it’s death:

xyz,
- Leelee.

PS : Some words read like colors in this post to me for some reason.