i'm making this quick, seeing as how my travel-bombed brain isn't quite back up to par yet.

for the two or three people who are wondering about my whereabouts, i suppose you can read the title alright. not that any of you are my honey or anything. it's just a popular phrase, okay? you see what i'm talking about? ischemic brain, right here. oh yeah, ischemia means that an organ isn't receiving an adequate blood supply, which can lead to localized tissue necrosis, which means death. that's what i get for reading moore during my conscious laps in the air, seeing as how carrying that text, along with the crossroads of twilight, back home has unfortunately prevented me from handling any other books for more pleasurable reading. but don't get me wrong, i also reread the first hundred pages of crossroads, which equates only to the prologue. put it on account of my desperate need to pass the time.

and by the way, somewhere over the pacific ocean, i had an epiphany, possibly in part due to the reenergizing pop fix on my mp3. i want to be in a boy band. lead singer, mind you. thinking about it, it's the perfect easy way into the music industry, albeit the fact that boy bands aren't quite the hottest thing nowadays. all you need is some dash of talent (which as lead singer i can attest to), good looks and a hot body (nothing that years of gym and derma sessions can't fix), a little dance genes (check), and the desire to be adored by millions of fans throughout the world. of course, i'd have to deal with the eventual breakup, but at least that gives me the leverage to start my solo career, during which i can showcase my lyrical talents to the fullest. and i'd still have my fans. and that ends my delusional strategy to achieve teeny-bopper stardom.

take it easy on me when i'm fully coherent. jetlag still has its iron grip on my brain. i said the word 'brain' three times in this entry. but then that makes it four. go figure. *yawn*