| I only update when it rains. |
[26 Nov 2006|02:57am] |
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And of course, it's just an old meme. YEAAAAAH.
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.
What does next year have in store for me?
Good Enough (Sarah McLachlan)
Oh, it damn well better. So far... uh... Jason X! Yeah! Nothing makes me feel better than watching people get killed (hilariously) in space by a SUPER ANDRIOD JASON OF DEATH BLARRRRRGH.
What's my love life like?
Alert Status Red (Matthew Good)
Steve, you have to tell me when things are getting weird! You know I never notice anything!
What do I say when life gets hard?
Blood On Our Hands (Death From Above 1979)
You know, I think the hard part of my life would be fixed if I just stopped killing people.
What do I think when I get up in the morning?
We're Not Going To Take It (Twister Sister)
Angry, angry child. So much rage! So many old men thrown through poorly-drywalled houses!
What song will I dance to at my wedding?
Devil With the Black Dress On (Jack Off Jill)
Hey everyone, come to my goth wedding! We'll exchange massive pointy finger jewelery, weep about the darkness that is love, and then sacrafice a virgin at the alter, or whatever goths do.
What do you want as a career?
Donner Party (Alkaline Trio)
Seriously, what's with all the death, iTunes? I'm going to be a murderer? Christ.
Your favourite saying?
I'm So Excited (Le Tigre)
I just can't hide it! I'M ABOUT TO LOSE CONTROL AND I THINK BLARRRRGH.
Your pet's name?
Divided (Tegan and Sara)
My pet has a bad haircut.
Favourite place?
Poor Impulse Control (Jack Off Jill)
The hospital? A badly staffed stripclub? An old-folks home? What?
Describe your sexlife:
Bring It Home (Swollen Members)
HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, seriously. That is amazing. Fuck you, iTunes.
What do you think of your parents?
New Kicks (Le Tigre)
Uh, all I can picture is my parents dressed like new wavers, which is awful, really. New wavers = terrible. I'm so sorry, mum and dad.
What's your Pornstar name?
Virtual Insanity (Jamiroquai)
I'm so fucking CRAZY! Upside-down inside-out around and around spinning doggy style on the ceiling with 12 people! WHOOOOOOOO! YEAH!
Where would you go on a first date?
Try Honesty (Billy Talent)
"So what do you want to do after university?" "Well, iTunes says I'm going to kill people." "*leaves*" "Yeah, fuck you buddy! You're first now!"
Drug of choice?
Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden)
I like... uh... nothing! Yeah! STRAIGHT EDGE, YO.
Describe yourself:
Bridge to Nowhere (Talking Heads)
Ouch. I'm not that much of a failure, am I? AM I???
What is the thing I like doing most?
Dream of Waking (AFI)
I dream of waking up without Davey's stupid haircut/make-up flashing through my mind.
What is my state of mind like at the moment?
Lawrence Olivier For Diet Coke (Radio Free Vestibule)
I'm SPI-Lu-iced! to-get-ther from NUMEROUS o-ther Me-me-zuh I HAVE-uh du-uhn-nuh in THE passss-tah! Diet CO-ca-Co-luh.
How will I die?
Last Saskatchewan Pirate (Arrogant Worms)
Arrr, thar be wheat in thy fields! YARRRRR NOT THE HARVESTER!
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| One is so much more than nothing. |
[22 Aug 2006|01:46am] |
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Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell On You) - Aqualung |
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It's 1.48 AM and I should be asleep.
Maybe I'll write a letter, or poetry. Actually, fuck it.
I've got 5 more days at DQ and hurrah, I can lay low for 8 months. Not exactly heartbroken to leave, as though most my coworkers were awesome and quite the joy to work with, I doubt I'll end up seeing most of them again. The free ice cream was nice, though.
I better get to decorate some motherfucking cakes on Friday.
I think I might have to actually go to a chiropractor/doctor about my back soon, as the pain isn't stopping lately, just dulling and then returning in full-force. Unsettling.
There's lipstick in my eye. I'm planning on getting contacts so I can start wearing sunglasses again.
I just felt like writing about nothing.
Motherfucking bedtime.
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| Can we start, start over? |
[27 Jul 2006|03:08am] |
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Blood - Abandoned Pools |
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I'm pretty drunk.
I hope it's the booze talking, but I just feel so very alone right now. I have someone sleeping in my bed, it's 3 in the morning and yeah, I just... can't shake it.
I just can't. I'm at the point where there's a lot I want to say or ask, but I just can't.
I can't, I just can't.
Blame it on the alcohol. I probably won't even remember typing this tomorrow.
Yeah.
I should be asleep. I want to be able to sleep, but fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
This can't be what you're waiting for.
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| Stirb Nicht Vor Mir |
[18 Jul 2006|01:26am] |
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The Glass Prison - Dream Theater |
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Southeast Bypass
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The wind howls like a bitter child
Rain, sideways, becomes a wall I am
constantly driving through,
a transparent brick, still unrelenting.
I hold myself steady against its iron will,
it's me against what can only be clear bullets
and the very real rock wall it's pushing me closer to.
An angry cry and white-knuckled spin
rips my armor from the slippery grasp
of a simple splashing and
the sickening crunch that follows.
An iron will, rusting into buckets, becomes diamond
and steels me against the roaring wind
that calls me, it wishes I could've joined
in a wail that would've complimented its own
if only for a moment
before everything else goes black
and the horns sound a death march.
I'd be long gone.
Time follows the rain, it moves in blinding sheets
taking the shaking and the worried whimpering away.
Standing under a night sky, there are no stars
as though the wind took them with it
as it blew to a distant horizon.
Is this my punishment for not joining its howls?
Maybe the sky has been wiped clean in a vengeful stroke
a furiously painted picture to say
My dear, you could've been one of us
but you chose a different path
and now we're leaving you to ponder this
with only halogen pseudo-stars
to light your way. We refuse to shine for you anymore.
I hope you realize it's all your fault, but I guess
someday, you'll say you're sorry
by giving into the wind.
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| Babies: The Silent Killer |
[13 Jul 2006|04:02pm] |
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Straw Hat and Dirty Old Hank - Barenaked Ladies |
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After reading some articles linked from Kat's Journal, I have a few thoughts on the ideas of labeling women as "pre-pregnant" from menarche to menopause. Here's the Truthdig article on the topic and the Washington Post article for your reading pleasure (and also to educate you, my faithful reader, on what the arse I'm talking about).
The following rant is SLIGHTLY TONGUE-IN-CHEEK. Take it with a GRAIN OF SALT, or whatever USELESS FIGURE OF SPEECH you like to use to make sure that you don't TOTALLY TAKE ME SERIOUSLY. I don't have pregnant women or people with kids, this is just SATIRE. I hate putting in disclaimers, but some people just don't get it.
Just think, here I am, just reaching the prime of my life, and I'm already classified as a walking incubator, ripe for impregnation. According to some, I have been since that first awkward day at the age of 13, and will be until hot flashes and mood swings render my body unable to bear children, therefore making me useless to society in the eyes of some. Until then, my body might end up being watching, poked, prodded, and interrogated about my every move until I choose to sacrifice my loins in the wanton urge to have a child. I am no longer a person, I am a womb. Say it with me: Womb. Womb like a blanket. Womb like the noise of a quiet engine. Womb. Woooooooooooomb. Womb. Soon, the drinking age for women will be 50. You will try to buy cigarettes, and will be denied because even though you are not planning to have children, have children yet, or are pregnant, you will most likely be in the presence of other women with children, and smoke is bad, therefore women smoking = witch, or something to that extent. No burgers! No fat! Your diet will be monitored until you are thin, fit and woooooooooooomb. Wooooooooooomb! goes the giant engine of the Christian Coalition! Woooooooooooomb it shall go until I suddenly wake up one day and find out that my name is now Offred and that I should've just read that damn Atwood book in the first place. And all around me, all I can hear is the wooooooooooomb of the engine.
I, for one, feel that it's time that we, as women, took a stand. You know what? Fuck children. Children are expensive, loud, annoying, messy, unapologetic little bastards for the most part, and I refuse to lay down and become and incubator for this sort of quasi-political jambalaya of crap. I have designated myself a place so toxic, that if a fetus even thought about placing itself in my uterine walls, it would shrivel up and die faster than an erection when faced with a picture of Renee Zellwegger.
I will fill myself with copious amounts of alcohol and second-hand smoke (both tobacco and other) until I am more trashed than a sports bar after the Stanley Cup final. Vodka? Rum? Absinthe? The more the better. Fetuses will pickle in my presence.
I will throw out my vitamins, drink Red Bull until I can't see straight, spit on health food stores and throw Big Macs at the people buying things like folic acid. My exercise will consist of lifting food to and from my mouth, and I will mix these foods with mind-altering medications that will cause embryos to hallucinate that they are already out in the air and drown in their amniotic sac.
I will send flowers and thank you cards to abortionists, pro-abortion groups, the makers of Plan B and the other wonderful pills that cause babies to go away. I will teach safe-sex practices to every teen at every high school, handing out contraceptive after contraceptive until the teen pregnancy rate is so low that Maury Povich must now find new material after the number of paternity tests needed to keep the Shrieking Woman Quotient (or SWQ, if you like) drops so low that there's a sudden spike in shows dedicating to finding out if she's actually a man. I will dance in the streets every month that I get my period, cheering how I have gone another 31 days without producing life. Run, you stupid embryos! Run!
I will sneer at babies and poke them with sticks while their parents aren't looking. I will tell new parents that I am, "Very, very sorry" for the horrible thing that has sprung forth into their lives like an unwanted tumour. I will start movements to ban babies from restaurants, movies, malls, concerts, one-way streets, driveways, parks, sidewalks, and parking lots. Baby, be of use!
Maybe someday I will rethink my views and prepare myself to become a vessel that will put forth another life, but until then, I refuse to be "pre-pregnant." I am not an incubator. I refuse to be until I choose to be. If you don't like it, then I guess you can just keep on being a bastard, no pre- or post- involved.
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| Somewhere a clock is ticking. |
[12 Jul 2006|01:17am] |
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Am I The Only One? - Barenaked Ladies |
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(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)
| ✓ I miss somebody right now. (They say absence makes the heart grow fungus.) |
✓ I don't watch much TV these days. |
✓ I own lots of books. (If only I had more Terry Prachett...) |
| ✓ I wear glasses or contact lenses. |
✓ I love to play video games. (Wait... I'm confused! Someone explain the plot of Dead Or Alive 2 to me! There isn't one? What about the kids and the fish? THE FIIIISH!) |
× I've tried marijuana. (Poof! Begone! [Only Jocelyn will get that.]) |
| ✓ I've watched porn movies. (Bow-chicca-bow-wow?) |
× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. (Hahahaha, lets not even go there.) |
✓ I believe honesty is usually the best policy. |
| ✓ I curse sometimes. (If by "sometimes", you mean "constantly", then right, you fuckhead.) |
✓ I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. (Well, a little bit at least.) |
× I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. |
( it goes on... )
Someday, I will actually update.
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| You're driving me crazy, the way you're making me wait. |
[24 May 2006|12:27pm] |
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Promicuous - Nelly Furtado |
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From ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) chibikat_wtf. teh sexiest.
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.
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| LEEEEEEEEEEATHERRRRRRRR |
[13 May 2006|12:22am] |
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WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRR*thump* |
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To the rest of you:
One of my goals in life is to get into a fight where I am so angry that I throw a big ugly vase at someone. Like, a big ugly brown glass one, filled with dusty, nasty-ass flowers, that I can hurl at the wall in a fit of rage, and then start screaming about since there is fucking vase pieces all over the floor. I would then grab the person's wig and rip it in half (because of COURSE the person is wearing a fucking wig, GOD) and then throw another vase on it, just for fun. Then I'd pound back a martini and have angry sex with a poolboy or something, who would turn out to be my best friend's missing brother or something.
I think that would be totally awesome.
I'd probably set fire to a pile of Dilly Bars too. Fuck, I hate them.
"WHY MUST YOU TURN THIS DAIRY QUEEN INTO A HOUSE OF LIES?"
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| Stuck on a noose. |
[03 May 2006|12:00am] |
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What Are You Waiting For? - Kathleen Edwards |
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( Fresh hell. Why? )
God, what was I thinking?
I can hide out under there. I just made you say underwear.
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| paying for beer with nickels and dimes |
[24 Apr 2006|01:04am] |
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I Hate Everyone - Get Set Go |
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The intersection is filled with cars
driving up and down and driving me insane
and every minute spent listening to the horns
is like a honk that stabs my brain
I'm getting ready to set fire to my hair
I can't take myself anywhere
because I end up going into a rage
and slapped onto my record is another page.
Class is too long and too fucking boring
and the chair is digging firmly into my
spine, I bet I could throw my desk out the window
and no one would notice I crossed the line
because everyone's a zombie
and I doubt they even see me
if I set fire to my desk during the lecture
to demonstrate how much I hate it here
This comes from a place of spite
which is getting packed really tight
and even alone, late at night
I'm getting ready to start up a fight
because I wish that you were gone
I wish that you were gone
I wish that you were gone
I wish that you were gone
There isn't a line to cross
when you've totally lost your mind
and the TV and radio seem to be against you
and not one species is your kind
and I'm beginning to believe
that the only relief
is to write a confession to your spouse
and then mail it on fire to your house
This comes from a place of spite
which is getting packed really tight
and even alone, late at night
I'm getting ready to start up a fight
because I wish that you were gone
I wish that you were gone
I wish that you were gone
I wish that you were gone
I really hope you walk into a door
or maybe you'll get locked in a store
maybe you'll fall off a bridge
I really dislike you, only a smige
and I hope you lose your job
and I hope your roommate's a slob
and I'm wishing this with all the best intent
I also hope you can't pay your rent
This comes from a place of spite
which is getting packed really tight
and even alone, late at night
I'm getting ready to start up a fight
because I wish that you were gone
I wish that you were gone
I wish that you were gone
I wish that you were gone
and I hope you lose your job
and I hope your roommate's a slob
and I hope you can't get it up
and I hope you find roaches in all of your cups
and I hope you that you go and listen to this song
and I hope you realize it was for you all along.
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Well, I love you guys. I just felt like writing something delightfully angry and spiteful though I'm really just feeling great, lolz wtf mofo ^^. Seriously though. Hearts for all.
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| Play that record backwards (It's a message yo for the suckers) |
[03 Apr 2006|01:23am] |
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Flawed Design - Stabilo |
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Here's the results for the music quiz from earlier...
1. I CAN'T REMEMBER THE NAME - Spirit of the West
2. I'm Gonna Be (500 miles) - Proclaimers (lex)
3. Backmask - MSI (Lex)
4. The Golf Song - Arrogant Worms
5. Hallelujah - k.d. lang (Jordan)
6. Pride - Syntax
7. Callin In Sick Today - Weird Al Yankovic
8. Kill Me Quickly - Thrice
9. Blue Monday - Orgy (Jesse)
10. Tell Me Does She Love The Bass - Lesbians on Esctasy (Steve)
11. What I Got - Sublime (Lex)
12. X - System of a Down (Gigs)
13. Good Fucking Bye - Alkaline Trio (Lex)
14. We Both Reached For the Gun - Chicago Soundtrack (Ray)
15. Fall Victim - Alkaline Trio (Lex)
16. Flash of the Blade - Iron Maiden (Gigs)
17. Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode
18. Tsunami - Prozzak
19. Ever Dying - In Flames
20. Brackish - Kittie (Steve)
21. Desperados Under the Eaves - Warren Zevon
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| Stupid MF |
[30 Mar 2006|03:21pm] |
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People in the Quad - Laughter |
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[edit]
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
1. "It's only 60 days till Christmas, so the mantel must be cold."
2. "When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you." I'm Gonna Be (500 miles) - Proclaimers, Lex
3. "You guys, man, you gotta get organized!" Backmask - MSI, Lex
4. "Gonna go out and play some golf, yeah yeah, gonna go out and play some golf, my golf bag's full of the latest stuff, I'm gonna go out and play some golf."
5. "I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music, do you?" Hallelujah - k.d. land, Jordan
6. "It's made up of lonely moments, there was always a moment there when I knew."
7. "Hit my snooze alarm for the 27th time, don't feel like going to work."
8. "Can we, can we kill each other quickly?"
9. "How does it feel to treat me like you do?" Blue Monday - Orgy (or New Order), Jesse
10. "Is it so hard to satisfy your senses?" Tell Me Does She Love The Bass - Lesbians On Ecstasy, Steve
11. "Early in the morning, rise into the street, light me up that cigarette and I'll strap shoes on my feet." What I Got - Sublime, Lex
12. "Tell the people, tell the people that arrive, tell the people, tell the people that arrive, we don't need to multiply, we don't need to multiply, we don't need to multiply, we don't need to multiply." X - System of a Down, Gigs
13. "So you broke trying to leave town, I broke down crying on your return." Good Fucking Bye - Alkaline Trio, Lex
14. "Mr. Billy Flynt and the Press Conference Rag; notice how his lips never move... almost." We Both Reached For the Gun - Chicago Soundtrack, Ray
15. "I'm not sure how this is supposed to feel, cutting like a red-hot knife with surgical steel." Fall Victim - Alkaline Trio, Lex
16. "As a young boy chasing dragons with your wooden sword so mighty, you're St. George or you're David and you always killed the beast." Flash of the Blade - Iron Maiden, Gigs
17. "Words like violence break the silence, come crashing in, into my little world."
18. "Ok, you see, 'twas 1983 when we first walked arm in arm."
19. "Die, tragedy cursing me."
20. "She is not scared to die, the best things in life drive her to cry." Brackish - Kittie, Steve
BONUS
21. "I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel."
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| Just a short. |
[16 Mar 2006|01:19am] |
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Syntax - Pride |
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I found myself standing in the middle of the back field tonight, alone in the dark.
Around me, there was nothing but stars.
If you stood still enough, the stars moved, and you flowed into the silken sliding across the sky.
And for that moment, you're not little anymore,
you're infinite.
(back field epiphany)
- Alex
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| whatever you say, it's all right. |
[26 Jan 2006|01:43pm] |
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Letting the Cables Sleep - Apocalyptica feat. Gavin Rossdale |
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This
is complete
and utter
confusion.
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Someday, I will go completely
crazy, and then what will you do?
Am i the monkey
who will bang on the bars
and tear apart the walls
to dissolve myself in
a snowstorm of down?
I question myself too often
and wonder
what painful deity
would create this room
which I inhabit?
God, I want to rip down the walls
and create a new system
made of stars
and hide in a forest
in a cathedral of leaves and whispers
that shroud me in emerald light.
What would you say
if I took your hand and clasped
it into mine?
Hiss, spit, betrayal
and run, away from my acid fingers
and into the bustling streets?
Would you recoil if
my lips touched yours and suddenly
there was a light
and a fire
and sky
stars
what would you do?
I wonder if there really is
that glow that emanates
from your eyes
radiating out like a flower dancing
into full bloom.
Would you?
Someday I will touch you
like an arrow into your chest
punching through a million years
of rib vaults and walls
and if your heart stops
I'll grasp it and push
it back into life
because these stars, these broken
twisted rays of pseudo-sun
that dapple my mind, my walls, my sky
are the only thing
that either of us can see now.
Maybe just for a moment
the world will go dark and
we can take just a second
to look up
up
and away
and remember that nature's first light
was silver
and those which we find most precious
can only be seen
as gold.
Silence is not the way.
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| We can go right down the list and throw them out. |
[05 Jan 2006|11:40am] |
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Start Over - Abandoned Pools |
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I'll be heading back to Toronto soon, so to everyone, enjoy your new year, and I'll be back (kind of like that headache you think is gone, but then you're in class and WHAM it comes back, and you're like, "Damn headache." and I laugh. That is a bad analogy) sometime. Party on.
( 2005 meme )
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| Cheer up, emu kid. |
[31 Dec 2005|06:20pm] |
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Good is Good - Sheryl Crow |
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OMG I'M LIKE SOOOOOOOOOOO A POET.
There's a question I've had
dancing in the back of my head for a time.
but for every moment spend reaching out
there's an eternity spent losing my grip
on everything else I've got, please say
that there's another way, another day
something else I can say
yo regain my grasp on these things
I hold so dear. Do you wonder at night?
Do you ever lie awake and let the moon tapdance
across your face through the slats in the window
and through your open eyes, please
what if this bed was empty? Would you mind
if it was on fire? Would you hold a candle
to the darkness and curse the light
that allows you to see these things
you never saw before. Is it the dark that
holds you so close or are there arms
I can't see? Sometimes, do you question
the operations of the night?
I can't see you. You're a million miles away
and yet I'm thinking that you're right behind me
because I can still feel your touch on the nape
of my neck and your kiss on the base
of my ear. I can't hear a thing, but I thought
I heard your voice whisper something beautiful
that an infinity of lovers has spoken
but only now can I hear the words.
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| We bounce back to-and-fro, we clean the dirty floor |
[25 Dec 2005|12:42am] |
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In the Water, I am Beautiful - City and Colour |
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Merry effing whatsit, everyone.
K, now that that's over with...
I'm bored, and still very awake, so I'm going to rip off sousuke and do the whole really weird facts that you probably don't need to know about me thing.
Stupid night.
- I grew up reading Dave Barry, Calvin and Hobbes, The Far Side, and random science books. This explains my sense of humour, but not my lack of skill in science...
- If I could go out for dinner with anyone, I'd go with GIl Grissom. Not William Peterson, mind you, the character he plays. I'm sure William is a great guy, but if I could, I'd go out to dinner with a fictional character because I'm a complete loser, mmmkay?
- The song "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" makes me so angry that ALEX SMASH. I hate that song, ok? HATE IT.
- I once watched the Humane Society infomercial when I was a kid and watched a dog get put down (and other such things), and it traumatized me for life. I don't think I'll ever get that out of my head...
- I tend to giggle, fall down a lot, and have the attention span of a gnat when I'm drunk.
- I can pretty much recite all the Family Guy episodes off by heart from seasons 1-3, and also know way too much about almost every Simpsons' episode from seasons 1-12. Sick.
- My first appearance on TV involved me being on the MCTV kids show and dancing out the Simpsons' theme song on a giant keyboard with the host. Dork.
- I can't live without 3 things in Toronto: my student card, my keys, and my cell. They are always on me.
- When I yawn, I either mew or sound like a wookie.
- I love the smell of a damp forest, freshly dug dirt, and clean laundry. Mmmmm... dirt.
- I tend to destroy things senselessly out of boredom. If I have nothing to concentrate on, I will DESTROY YOU.
- I will not admit to liking Prozzak, you hear me?!
- I once had my thumb set on fire. It hurt.
- My first CD I ever remember really getting into was either Weird Al Yankovic's "Bad Hair Day", or Oasis's "(What's the Story) Morning Glory?"
- I am a closet romantic. Ok, not really closet. Mmmmm... love me do. Or is that what hey WHAT ARE THESE BUGS DOING IN MY COMPUTER WHAT TH
Ok, that's enough.
When I get this feeling I'm alone, I pounce, you take control
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