Yes I didn't capitalise that because I copied it from http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%C3%A9toile_filante and I'm too lazy to go look up a CAPITAL 'e' with an accent mark. :D It's the name of my new blog. There's a free domain available for it which I desperately want but unfortunately the website is under construction for a few hours so I won't be able to 'chop' it. Hopefully nobody else takes it! If all goes well my new blog -which will concentrate on my outfits as well as daily life- will be http://www.etoilefilante.co.nr/. For now it's just plain ol' http://www.etoilefilante-x.blogspot.com/ because Blogger won't let me just do etoilefilante.

étoile filante : shooting star / falling star [in French]

Yes, I KNOW it's uncreative but it sounds so magical and besides shining star in Spanish sounds like a bunch of gobbledegook and there's no shooting star- I'm afraid the online dictionary might give me something with guns.

Was in a poetic mood coming home today in the bus. Would've written them down, but, y'know.

Anyway.

Erm.

I shall try to remember the various things that I thought of. like

The road shines after it's
rained
And this is a two-way street
but
For me all roads lead back to
you.

I know it is sketchy and ugly and half-koped off Taylor Swift but she puts it so well, there's something 'bout the way / the street looks when it's just rained / there's a glow off the pavement. Beautiful.

Leans into the mirror
Gazing
Carefully waving her wand
Magic
Blowing tissue kisses
Stained.

Yes, that's the process of putting make-up on. I actually bothered to bring my eyeshadow (L'Oreal) and eyeliner (Silkygirl) to school today to retouch after PE, since it was before lunch so I could take my time. Unfortunately there was a scare about how I was making Nimarta late for her first Helping Paws meeting. (Turns out I didn't, but whatever.)

Heart beats fast
Drums
Eyes dither flushed
Wings
Voice trembles quiet
Ebb.

Basically that's me going to take pictures for Journalism today with Amy. I really wish I could relive it. I'm probably an unprofessional giggler in everyone's eyes by now. Not counting the time when I said "SHIT!" really REALLY loudly to a REALLY quiet room when I discovered we'd missed a lunchtime appointment with Mr Tananone. SO EMBARRASSING!!!!

I still remember
how fast you made my heart beat
and how red you made my flushed cheeks.

OK, enough dithery details (I love that word! 'dithery'! It probably isn't a word, though). I'm going to WORK ON A BLOGSKIN. And then put one here. Simplicity doesn't work long for me, esp when I don't have a wishlist I can constantly add to. Now I have 2 more wishes: sandal boots, and join LookBook. I could probably get in if I could; problem now's my mother thinks joining LookBook is equivalent to murder. Or something.... Murder of my self-esteem?

I don't really think so. ):

[/edit] I just found this one-liner I wrote in my agenda. It's quite beautiful:
When I look at you
I fear to be blinded by your dazzling light.