Osaka and the Knife

eheh. ehehhehee.

From the anime Azumanga Daioh.

Donut Hole

Where is it? I ate it of course! I like this producer (Hachi).

lyrics

Penpal

For Christmas my older brother Devin got me 3 books, all relating to scary stuff. He's a horror fan, who constantly watches millions of scary movies, which I can't bear to look a minute at. But he's also the one that told me to read Saya in Underworld, a blog that has my undivided attention because it has these incredibly awesome translated Japanese scary stories. I've read them all.

Anyways, I read the first book. It's called Penpal by Dathan Auerbach. Ohmygosh. It's the most freakiest thing I've ever read. Ever. While I was reading it, I just felt like screaming the whole time. But it was also supremely entertaining. I'm not going to even say mildly what it's about, because I feel like it would be a spoiler for the first chapter. Ohmygosh. I stayed up until 6 one night reading it, not able to go to sleep for fear there was someone in the house. I couldn't stop reading it either. It's been about 3 days since I've finished it, and I feel like I've been scarred for life.

Just read it, and you'll know what I'm talking about.

Sigh

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Twinkle Melody

No lyrics to be found. Boo.

Jingle Bells

romaji

Sonnet 130

SONNET 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
   As any she belied with false compare.

-Shakespeare