Meemix.com = Love
What it is, basically, is internet radio that learns what you like. You start by entering a song or artist, and it finds similar music. You teach it what to play and what not to play by rating the songs it gives you. It is similar to Pandora, which I used to use, but which no longer works outside of America, due to restrictions on the licence it currently operates under.
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Thursday, September 13, 2007
I played you a song but I eated it... wait, no...
Welp, it's dodgy quality recording and out of tune piano, plus it's sideways because blogger doesn't seem to like portrait-oriented videos... but it's Moonlight Sonata nonetheless.
:)
:)
Friday, April 27, 2007
Yay more random survey junk things...
:iTunes Playlist Survey:
Sort by song title:
-First Song: 10am Automatic - The Black Keys
-Last Song: The Zephyr Song - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Sort by time:
-Shortest Song: Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles (2:06)
-Longest Song: Us and Them - Pink Floyd (7:50)
Sort by album:
-First Song: Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles (1)
-Last Song: A whole bunch for which I have blank 'album' fields.
First five songs that comes up on Shuffle:
1) Light My Fire - José Feliciano
2) Tell Me Baby - Red Hot Chili Peppers
3) Sleepy Little Deathtoll Town - The Panda Band
4) Don't THink Twice, It's Alright - The Waifs
5) Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down
Top 10 Most Played Songs:
1) Run - Snow Patrol
2) Scar Tissue - Red Hot Chili Pepeprs
3) The Scientist - Coldplay
4) Jesus, Etc. - Wilco
5) One Week - Barenaked Ladies
6) Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles
7) I Want to Hold Your Hand - The Beatles
8) Fat-bottomed Girls - Queen
9) Shut Your Eyes - Snow Patrol
10) Torture Me - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Search....
"sex", how many songs come up?: 1
"love", how many songs come up?: 4
"you", how many songs come up?: 26
"death", how many songs come up? 2
"hate", how many songs come up? 0
"wish" how many songs come up? 1
Monday, April 09, 2007
... meow?
Right-o, my weekend:
Saturday was le awesome. The folk festival was freaking great, the band Doris especially, they were awesome. Their song Waltz of the Righteous Man in particular was good. Being a song about George Bush and with a chorus of "God knows he means it, God won't let him fall, God bless America... God help us all", it was sure to go down well with a folk festival crowd. Yay anti-Bush sentiments ^-^
Anyway, I went from there pretty much straight to ze party, which was, uh, interesting...
Well, certain people got totally drunk. As in, ninety percent of the alcohol was drunk by about twenty percent of the people. Which meant that through out the night there were such interesting events as three girls being sick into each others hair, and what sounded like a whale-giving-birth imitation from Hayley. I'm sorry, but that really is how she sounded. I have also never heard the phrase "I can walk on my own! *crash*" so often in one night before. But yeah. Also the what-appeared-to-be-a-nervous-breakdown-of-some-sort from Ryan was sort of scary. Scary in that it took two guys to hold onto him and stop him wandering off and getting lost in the bush or falling into a dam or something. That was just a tad stressful. But yeah... I actually got to bed reasonably early... I just didn't sleep much... heh... yeah... it was the mattress's fault. Darn small mattresses... And there was yummy food in the morning! Kim and Bailey-guy and Lachlan went home overnight, Kim cause she was bored with the drunk people, Bailey cause I dunno and Lachlan cause I-think-I-know-but-it-wouldn't-be-nice-to-say. But yes... yummy foodz! I'm not actually sure what it was, but it was nice, except for the burnt fried salt whatever it was. The nachos were good too. Wonderful healthy breakfast =)
Anyway, I got home, crashed, and slept till about four, and then headed back out to the folk festival. Which proceeded to be absolutely awesome ^-^ We saw a band of young people who were really, really good, and then there was... dun dun dun... the Beatles singalong! Which I missed last year and was really bummed about. But I saw it this year and it was awesome ^-^
I have videos and pics from it which I will upload at some stage and either post on my blog or just post the links to. So yeah, that was awesome, and the other awesome thing was that my sister saved me easter eggs from the easter egg hunt I missed.
But yeah... that was my weekend. Not very exciting, really, but definitely enjoyable. For me, anyway. Now I have some essay thing to do, the ToK one I mentioned before. Nerh.
Eurgh, my hair needs a wash...
Anyway, how was everyone's weekends? Spammerise my email/IM with accounts of your weekends, everyone.
Okies, I'm off. Mwa, mwa, you're all awesome. ^-^
Saturday was le awesome. The folk festival was freaking great, the band Doris especially, they were awesome. Their song Waltz of the Righteous Man in particular was good. Being a song about George Bush and with a chorus of "God knows he means it, God won't let him fall, God bless America... God help us all", it was sure to go down well with a folk festival crowd. Yay anti-Bush sentiments ^-^
Anyway, I went from there pretty much straight to ze party, which was, uh, interesting...
Well, certain people got totally drunk. As in, ninety percent of the alcohol was drunk by about twenty percent of the people. Which meant that through out the night there were such interesting events as three girls being sick into each others hair, and what sounded like a whale-giving-birth imitation from Hayley. I'm sorry, but that really is how she sounded. I have also never heard the phrase "I can walk on my own! *crash*" so often in one night before. But yeah. Also the what-appeared-to-be-a-nervous-breakdown-of-some-sort from Ryan was sort of scary. Scary in that it took two guys to hold onto him and stop him wandering off and getting lost in the bush or falling into a dam or something. That was just a tad stressful. But yeah... I actually got to bed reasonably early... I just didn't sleep much... heh... yeah... it was the mattress's fault. Darn small mattresses... And there was yummy food in the morning! Kim and Bailey-guy and Lachlan went home overnight, Kim cause she was bored with the drunk people, Bailey cause I dunno and Lachlan cause I-think-I-know-but-it-wouldn't-be-nice-to-say. But yes... yummy foodz! I'm not actually sure what it was, but it was nice, except for the burnt fried salt whatever it was. The nachos were good too. Wonderful healthy breakfast =)
Anyway, I got home, crashed, and slept till about four, and then headed back out to the folk festival. Which proceeded to be absolutely awesome ^-^ We saw a band of young people who were really, really good, and then there was... dun dun dun... the Beatles singalong! Which I missed last year and was really bummed about. But I saw it this year and it was awesome ^-^
I have videos and pics from it which I will upload at some stage and either post on my blog or just post the links to. So yeah, that was awesome, and the other awesome thing was that my sister saved me easter eggs from the easter egg hunt I missed.
But yeah... that was my weekend. Not very exciting, really, but definitely enjoyable. For me, anyway. Now I have some essay thing to do, the ToK one I mentioned before. Nerh.
Eurgh, my hair needs a wash...
Anyway, how was everyone's weekends? Spammerise my email/IM with accounts of your weekends, everyone.
Okies, I'm off. Mwa, mwa, you're all awesome. ^-^
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Furry Sea Slug (Not A Euphemism)
Well, I spent the weekend and Broulee, and the only sand I touched was on the tennis court. And other than that, I didn't leave the house once. I sat around reading trashy novels and playing guitar instead ^-^ I can now play the chorus of American Pie by heart, as well as some random Spanish song and the funny little squeak notes from the beginning of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
Well, when Adair booked the apartment thing, she was given a choice of 8 or 9. She chose 9. So we were settling in and watching TV when the owners of apartment 9 turned up. Apparently the real estate agents weren't actually meant to have rented it out. So the agent guy turned up, gave us the key to 8, grumbling all along, and said to go and see him in the morning, when he wasn't so grumpy. He said, "I was just about to go to bed, you know.". Well, so were we, and it would have been fine if you had given us the right freaking apartment in the first place. But we got a discount when it came to paying and he offered a discount next time we book through that agent, too. So.
Anyway, the children spent most of the time running to and from the shops, wasting money on lollies.
If it's possible for guitars to feel jealous, my poor guitar will have died of envy. Uncle Nigel has a new guitar, see, and was teaching me, and his guitar is amazing ^-^ It's it's it's beautiful, and the strings are soooo smooth, and it's so easy to press down the strings, and it sounds, so, so good, and and and it can work as an electric guitar as well as acoustic and and and mine is good, and all, but the strings, ow, pain. They're rough as anything and damn near impossible to hold down. It was just so much easier to play Nigel's. Anyway, as I'm back home my guitar is in use again, and my fingers have almost finished toughening up. They still get great ditches in them after I play for a while, but at least I can't really feel them anymore.
Anyway... nobody's online, and I'm feelink like retreating to my room and doing nothing.
Too-ra.
Oh, and the furry sea slug is this random wrist rest we got. It's all flobbity doowhatsy and squishy, but it's got this furry sort of skin stuff on it. It is not some sort of god-awful euphemism. Bleurgh... *shudders*
Well, when Adair booked the apartment thing, she was given a choice of 8 or 9. She chose 9. So we were settling in and watching TV when the owners of apartment 9 turned up. Apparently the real estate agents weren't actually meant to have rented it out. So the agent guy turned up, gave us the key to 8, grumbling all along, and said to go and see him in the morning, when he wasn't so grumpy. He said, "I was just about to go to bed, you know.". Well, so were we, and it would have been fine if you had given us the right freaking apartment in the first place. But we got a discount when it came to paying and he offered a discount next time we book through that agent, too. So.
Anyway, the children spent most of the time running to and from the shops, wasting money on lollies.
If it's possible for guitars to feel jealous, my poor guitar will have died of envy. Uncle Nigel has a new guitar, see, and was teaching me, and his guitar is amazing ^-^ It's it's it's beautiful, and the strings are soooo smooth, and it's so easy to press down the strings, and it sounds, so, so good, and and and it can work as an electric guitar as well as acoustic and and and mine is good, and all, but the strings, ow, pain. They're rough as anything and damn near impossible to hold down. It was just so much easier to play Nigel's. Anyway, as I'm back home my guitar is in use again, and my fingers have almost finished toughening up. They still get great ditches in them after I play for a while, but at least I can't really feel them anymore.
Anyway... nobody's online, and I'm feelink like retreating to my room and doing nothing.
Too-ra.
Oh, and the furry sea slug is this random wrist rest we got. It's all flobbity doowhatsy and squishy, but it's got this furry sort of skin stuff on it. It is not some sort of god-awful euphemism. Bleurgh... *shudders*
Friday, January 26, 2007
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Good Morning Toast
Three things from least to most important:
One:
OMFG I have hiccups. I HATE hiccups.
Two:
There is THE hugest storm outside. I mean, what the hell. It hardly rained in winter, it didn't rain at all last summer, it was boiling hot this morning and now there's t his HUGE storm. Massive hail and lots of it, lighting striking Oakey Hill and Woden Valley (Above and below my house, respectively)... I'm guessing the power will go out soon.
Three:
I was driving this afternoon.Round in circles and then reversing in circles and parking absolutely perfectly. There were a woman and a dog and a boy on a unicycle and I didn't hit them. Admittly they weren't actually IN the carpark I was driving in, but they were there. I drove up a street thing and reversed down it without damaging anything. And father and I both survived the whole thing ^-^ It was funny, because I got in the car at the start, and had to spend five minutes trying to stop myself cackling insanely.
Anyway, those are those three things.
I was playing tennis this morning with teh family and teh aunt's family at the Yarralumla tennis courtsies [Random reminder to self - Open Your Eyes was used as background music for the ABC news' overview of the year]. And I like, totally beat everyone else (Like, totally!), except for Darcy. So that was pretty fun, even though I'm rather sunburnt now.
Also today, I was in the middle of spending something like three and a half hours on the computer, when Freya came in with...
Eyes Open. Snow Patrol's new(ish) album. Only problem was that we already had the best songs from it from friends and LimeWire.
Anyway, apparently the neighbours are coming over for drinks tonight. Here's hoping the adults get thoroughly sloshed and do embarrassing things I can video and use against them as blackmail.
But yes. Click PhotoBucket link. Click 'Photos'. Click 'Videos'. Check out my dodgy guitar playing.
Now, I'm off. Tootlés.
One:
OMFG I have hiccups. I HATE hiccups.
Two:
There is THE hugest storm outside. I mean, what the hell. It hardly rained in winter, it didn't rain at all last summer, it was boiling hot this morning and now there's t his HUGE storm. Massive hail and lots of it, lighting striking Oakey Hill and Woden Valley (Above and below my house, respectively)... I'm guessing the power will go out soon.
Three:
I was driving this afternoon.Round in circles and then reversing in circles and parking absolutely perfectly. There were a woman and a dog and a boy on a unicycle and I didn't hit them. Admittly they weren't actually IN the carpark I was driving in, but they were there. I drove up a street thing and reversed down it without damaging anything. And father and I both survived the whole thing ^-^ It was funny, because I got in the car at the start, and had to spend five minutes trying to stop myself cackling insanely.
Anyway, those are those three things.
I was playing tennis this morning with teh family and teh aunt's family at the Yarralumla tennis courtsies [Random reminder to self - Open Your Eyes was used as background music for the ABC news' overview of the year]. And I like, totally beat everyone else (Like, totally!), except for Darcy. So that was pretty fun, even though I'm rather sunburnt now.
Also today, I was in the middle of spending something like three and a half hours on the computer, when Freya came in with...
Eyes Open. Snow Patrol's new(ish) album. Only problem was that we already had the best songs from it from friends and LimeWire.
Anyway, apparently the neighbours are coming over for drinks tonight. Here's hoping the adults get thoroughly sloshed and do embarrassing things I can video and use against them as blackmail.
But yes. Click PhotoBucket link. Click 'Photos'. Click 'Videos'. Check out my dodgy guitar playing.
Now, I'm off. Tootlés.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Tomato-Headed Real Estate Agent
Heheh.
Heh.
Eh....
I went on a wandering walk to Mt. Taylor and back with my parents the other evening.
It was pretty good. We were wandering along, and I was watching my hands, and I had this sudden random mental image of my hands talking to each other. I'm not entirely sure why, but I found this really, really funny, and burst into a fit of mad giggling.
Oh, man, you should have seen the look on mother's face when I explained it. There has never been a more 'What the fuck' expression on anyone's face, I swear.
It was almost as funny as the idea of my hands talking to each other.
Anyway, I don't even remember what day that was on. I don't know what day it is today, either.
But yeah...
Anyone who happened to be talking to me a couple of days ago may have noticed I was in a quite odd mood.
Bleh, is all I have to say.
I'm always hyperactive, because it's easier than thinking. And when I get left alone with no conversation, I think. Thinking is bad. Basically I almost always end up crying for some unknown reason.
Which is why I always act hyperactive and random. The other day, I just... stopped acting hyperactive. Sooooort of broke down a little.
It's all good, though. Tis no one and nothing's fault, and Caitlin is all good again =)
I apologise for the inconvenience :P
Anyway, I went down to Woden with Freya the other day, cause we got vouchers, and I got a blue top from Supre, and the girl gave me my change in cash (rather than writing out a voucher for the amount of change, as she was meant to do), so I got an ice cream from Wendy's and a headband from Diva, too. That was pretty cool.
But yeah. I keeps listeningk to this awesome Eskimo Joe CD...
Songs on it are:
Comfort You
New York
Black Fingernails, Red Wine
Breaking Up
Setting Sun
London Bombs
Sarah
This Is Pressure
Beating Like A Drum
Reprise
Suicide Girl
How Does It Feel
My favourite is London Bombs, and I badly want to get the piano music for it. It's superfully prettiful.
Other ones I like are Comfort You, Black Fingernails, Red Wine, Breaking Up, and the Reprise.
New York, Sarah and Suicide Girl are pretty cool, too.
The rest are okay, but not great.
Eskimo Joe = goodness.
Their lyrics aren't particularly amazing, but the music is damn awesome.
They do have some little nice bits of lyrics, but not like, pure amazingness type lyrics, like Snow Patrol's. But hey.
IAnd if you're scared about the future
I'm scared about the past
Neh... I has learned a total of two and a half chords on guitar.
Hurrah.
It's three, sort of, but the third one sounds totally wrong, so I have to double check the notes.
But yes. I brought my guitar downstairs to show Freya my small achievement, and Adair took the guitar off me and just sat around playing music, and everybody clapped for her, so I just gave up and came upstairs.
Gee, that *really* made me feel great about my utter lack of ability. I mean, I was proud of myself for learning two chords. But no, apparently I'm supposed to be able to play all kinds of songs.
Gr...
I can play songs, but not properly, just the notes of the melody, not the chords, not the guitar notes, and bleurgh.
Stupid bloody Adair making me look even worse.
>=(
I was lying on the sofa a week or so ago, watching the iTunes visualiser and listening to music of some sort, and dad was standing around for some reason, and I was like, "You know what'd be really cool? Having like... an iTunes visualiser... as the ceiling... and then having like... lava lamp walls... that'd be so cool... and you could just lie around and watch all the swirly colours... heh... colours..."
And it was vaguely amusing at the time, even though I don't remember why.
But damn, that would be so cool. Except that lava lamps get hot, and I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to touch the glass, and would probably end up burning myself.
Ah well...
It's a fun idea... and then to have like, speakers under the floor... and then play music so loud that it made the floor shake. And you could just lie on the floor and watch the ceiling or the walls or whatever... man that'd be awesome.
But I shall have to make do with the visualiser on my computer.
And I was wrong to let you know
So drink your coffee and catch your bus
But yes, offwards time for Caitlin.
*waves*
Heh.
Eh....
I went on a wandering walk to Mt. Taylor and back with my parents the other evening.
It was pretty good. We were wandering along, and I was watching my hands, and I had this sudden random mental image of my hands talking to each other. I'm not entirely sure why, but I found this really, really funny, and burst into a fit of mad giggling.
Oh, man, you should have seen the look on mother's face when I explained it. There has never been a more 'What the fuck' expression on anyone's face, I swear.
It was almost as funny as the idea of my hands talking to each other.
Anyway, I don't even remember what day that was on. I don't know what day it is today, either.
But yeah...
Anyone who happened to be talking to me a couple of days ago may have noticed I was in a quite odd mood.
Bleh, is all I have to say.
I'm always hyperactive, because it's easier than thinking. And when I get left alone with no conversation, I think. Thinking is bad. Basically I almost always end up crying for some unknown reason.
Which is why I always act hyperactive and random. The other day, I just... stopped acting hyperactive. Sooooort of broke down a little.
It's all good, though. Tis no one and nothing's fault, and Caitlin is all good again =)
I apologise for the inconvenience :P
Anyway, I went down to Woden with Freya the other day, cause we got vouchers, and I got a blue top from Supre, and the girl gave me my change in cash (rather than writing out a voucher for the amount of change, as she was meant to do), so I got an ice cream from Wendy's and a headband from Diva, too. That was pretty cool.
But yeah. I keeps listeningk to this awesome Eskimo Joe CD...
Songs on it are:
Comfort You
New York
Black Fingernails, Red Wine
Breaking Up
Setting Sun
London Bombs
Sarah
This Is Pressure
Beating Like A Drum
Reprise
Suicide Girl
How Does It Feel
My favourite is London Bombs, and I badly want to get the piano music for it. It's superfully prettiful.
Other ones I like are Comfort You, Black Fingernails, Red Wine, Breaking Up, and the Reprise.
New York, Sarah and Suicide Girl are pretty cool, too.
The rest are okay, but not great.
Eskimo Joe = goodness.
Their lyrics aren't particularly amazing, but the music is damn awesome.
They do have some little nice bits of lyrics, but not like, pure amazingness type lyrics, like Snow Patrol's. But hey.
IAnd if you're scared about the future
I'm scared about the past
Neh... I has learned a total of two and a half chords on guitar.
Hurrah.
It's three, sort of, but the third one sounds totally wrong, so I have to double check the notes.
But yes. I brought my guitar downstairs to show Freya my small achievement, and Adair took the guitar off me and just sat around playing music, and everybody clapped for her, so I just gave up and came upstairs.
Gee, that *really* made me feel great about my utter lack of ability. I mean, I was proud of myself for learning two chords. But no, apparently I'm supposed to be able to play all kinds of songs.
Gr...
I can play songs, but not properly, just the notes of the melody, not the chords, not the guitar notes, and bleurgh.
Stupid bloody Adair making me look even worse.
>=(
I was lying on the sofa a week or so ago, watching the iTunes visualiser and listening to music of some sort, and dad was standing around for some reason, and I was like, "You know what'd be really cool? Having like... an iTunes visualiser... as the ceiling... and then having like... lava lamp walls... that'd be so cool... and you could just lie around and watch all the swirly colours... heh... colours..."
And it was vaguely amusing at the time, even though I don't remember why.
But damn, that would be so cool. Except that lava lamps get hot, and I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to touch the glass, and would probably end up burning myself.
Ah well...
It's a fun idea... and then to have like, speakers under the floor... and then play music so loud that it made the floor shake. And you could just lie on the floor and watch the ceiling or the walls or whatever... man that'd be awesome.
But I shall have to make do with the visualiser on my computer.
And I was wrong to let you know
So drink your coffee and catch your bus
But yes, offwards time for Caitlin.
*waves*
Thursday, November 23, 2006
~Ineloquence and anger :: Are all we have~
Yawn, sigh, sleep.
Today... neh...
First class: Maths.
Test. I don't think I did too badly. A couple of things I wasn't sure whether I was doing right or not, cause I hadn't payed any attention when we were learning them, but I'm pretty much certain I passed, and got over 70%, probably.
Second class: Science.
Test. This one, not so good. I think I passed, but I'm not sure. I hope I did. And I have to do all those classwork thingies for tomorrow, bleurgh.
We had the last fifteen minutes or so to work on those assignments. Madeleine of course did nothing at all, and Jared wasn't there again, he hasn't been there for like, a week, so I tried to work, and got some stuff done, but I couldn't possibly finish it by the end of the lesson, which we had to. The teacher said people could come in at lunch to work on them, but no, Madeleine says she has other work she has to do at lunch.
"When's it due?"
"Friday."
"This is due today. Are you working with other people whose grades will also suffer if you don't do the work for those assignments?"
"Nope."
...*twitch*
Anyway, that assignment has now totally failed.
Recess was kinda boring. Only cause I don't remember it.
Outdoor ed longline was bleh. I was kind of working on this booklet thing that, if I finish it, would enable me to pass o.e., but I don't know any of it.
Lunch was pretty good, Toby and Rosalind and Stephen and Martin and I were sitting around, like we usually do, then Toby went off somewhere, and then the sprinklers randomly turned on, and there was one right near us, so Martin rescued Toby's bag and guitar, and the rest of us jumped up and moved away, and we were all standing there for a minute or so, watching everyone running around and being stupid with the sprinklers, when Martin randomly ran over and kicked the top off the nearest sprinkler, which made this huge jet of water shoot up, so we were laughing our heads off at this impromptu fountain, and these year nine kids were sticking their heads in it and stuff... eh, twas funny =P
World Issues we presented our assignment thing in, that was okay and didn't require any effort, so that was good.
Photography was a bludge, as always, but hey :P
I wanted something
That's purer than the water
Like we were
It's not there now
Ineloquence and anger
Are all we have
Like Saturn's rings
An icy loop around me
Too hard to hold
Lash out first
At all the things we don't like
Or understand
And it's beginning to get to me
That I know more of the stars and sea
Than I do of what's in your head
Barely touching in our cold bed
Are you beginning to get my point?
That all this fighting with aching joints
Is doing nothing but tire us out
And no one knows what this fight's about
The answer phone
The lonely sound of your voice
Frozen in time
I only need
The compass that you gave me
To guide me on
And it's beginning to get to me
That I know more of the stars and sea
Than I do of what's in your head
Barely touching in our cold bed
Are you beginning to get my point?
That all this fighting with aching joints
Is doing nothing but tire us out
And no one knows what this fight's about
It's so thrilling but oh so wrong
Don't have to prove that you are so strong
Cause I can carry you on my back
After our enemies attack
I tried to tell you before I left
That I was screaming under my breath
You are the only thing that makes sense
Just ignore all this present tense
We need
To feel
Breathless with love
And more words I can't make out.
Snow Patrol = love.
The only band that comes even near to having such good lyrics is RHCP, and everyone with any sense knows they're just awesome.
But still, Snow Patrol's lyrics... better than RHCP's. Tragic, but true. Chasing Cars, Shut Your Eyes, It's Beginning to Get to Me, Run... beautiful music, beautiful words. Eloquence, something I envy hugely. I love this music...
Yeah... anyway, drinking strawberry milk, and I scanned this random, semi-journal-entry-thing I wrote last night... It's not really a journal entry thing, it's not written in my diary, that ran out of pages, it's just a notepad's page of writing, but I thought I'd share it. It's just something I've been thinking about.
I'll upload it and stick it below when I remember.
In the meantime, I'm off.
*hugs*
Voila.
Today... neh...
First class: Maths.
Test. I don't think I did too badly. A couple of things I wasn't sure whether I was doing right or not, cause I hadn't payed any attention when we were learning them, but I'm pretty much certain I passed, and got over 70%, probably.
Second class: Science.
Test. This one, not so good. I think I passed, but I'm not sure. I hope I did. And I have to do all those classwork thingies for tomorrow, bleurgh.
We had the last fifteen minutes or so to work on those assignments. Madeleine of course did nothing at all, and Jared wasn't there again, he hasn't been there for like, a week, so I tried to work, and got some stuff done, but I couldn't possibly finish it by the end of the lesson, which we had to. The teacher said people could come in at lunch to work on them, but no, Madeleine says she has other work she has to do at lunch.
"When's it due?"
"Friday."
"This is due today. Are you working with other people whose grades will also suffer if you don't do the work for those assignments?"
"Nope."
...*twitch*
Anyway, that assignment has now totally failed.
Recess was kinda boring. Only cause I don't remember it.
Outdoor ed longline was bleh. I was kind of working on this booklet thing that, if I finish it, would enable me to pass o.e., but I don't know any of it.
Lunch was pretty good, Toby and Rosalind and Stephen and Martin and I were sitting around, like we usually do, then Toby went off somewhere, and then the sprinklers randomly turned on, and there was one right near us, so Martin rescued Toby's bag and guitar, and the rest of us jumped up and moved away, and we were all standing there for a minute or so, watching everyone running around and being stupid with the sprinklers, when Martin randomly ran over and kicked the top off the nearest sprinkler, which made this huge jet of water shoot up, so we were laughing our heads off at this impromptu fountain, and these year nine kids were sticking their heads in it and stuff... eh, twas funny =P
World Issues we presented our assignment thing in, that was okay and didn't require any effort, so that was good.
Photography was a bludge, as always, but hey :P
I wanted something
That's purer than the water
Like we were
It's not there now
Ineloquence and anger
Are all we have
Like Saturn's rings
An icy loop around me
Too hard to hold
Lash out first
At all the things we don't like
Or understand
And it's beginning to get to me
That I know more of the stars and sea
Than I do of what's in your head
Barely touching in our cold bed
Are you beginning to get my point?
That all this fighting with aching joints
Is doing nothing but tire us out
And no one knows what this fight's about
The answer phone
The lonely sound of your voice
Frozen in time
I only need
The compass that you gave me
To guide me on
And it's beginning to get to me
That I know more of the stars and sea
Than I do of what's in your head
Barely touching in our cold bed
Are you beginning to get my point?
That all this fighting with aching joints
Is doing nothing but tire us out
And no one knows what this fight's about
It's so thrilling but oh so wrong
Don't have to prove that you are so strong
Cause I can carry you on my back
After our enemies attack
I tried to tell you before I left
That I was screaming under my breath
You are the only thing that makes sense
Just ignore all this present tense
We need
To feel
Breathless with love
And more words I can't make out.
Snow Patrol = love.
The only band that comes even near to having such good lyrics is RHCP, and everyone with any sense knows they're just awesome.
But still, Snow Patrol's lyrics... better than RHCP's. Tragic, but true. Chasing Cars, Shut Your Eyes, It's Beginning to Get to Me, Run... beautiful music, beautiful words. Eloquence, something I envy hugely. I love this music...
Yeah... anyway, drinking strawberry milk, and I scanned this random, semi-journal-entry-thing I wrote last night... It's not really a journal entry thing, it's not written in my diary, that ran out of pages, it's just a notepad's page of writing, but I thought I'd share it. It's just something I've been thinking about.
I'll upload it and stick it below when I remember.
In the meantime, I'm off.
*hugs*
Voila.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
The Blue Sailboat In My Head
~
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me, and
Just forget the world?
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
I am officially in love with Snow Patrol. I'd only heard Run, and I thought, well yes, it's my favouritest song of all time, but maybe it was just a fluke.
No.
I just got Chasing Cars (Thanks Mel!).
I love Snow Patrol.
I love this song.
It is so beautiful.
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
Best lyrics, those. I have them in my MSN name.
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see
I'm afraid I've become addicted to this song.
Ah well, tragic.
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I saw V for Vendetta last night.
Damn good movie. Only problem is, now I have to watch it again.
It reminded me of 1984, the world that was created, and the slogans...
"Strength through unity
Unity through faith"
Reminded me of 1984's slogans:
"Ignorance is knowledge
Peace is war
Freedom is slavery"
1984's are probably in the wrong order, and perhaps "Freedom is slavery" is meant to be "Slavery is freedom", but the general idea is the same.
It's a scary idea, in that it is so disconcertingly possible. 1984 is set, perhaps deliberately, in a land that is not identified as any of the countries in the world today. V for Vendetta is set in the UK. One of their slogans is "Britain will prevail", or "England will prevail" or something, my memory isn't great. Is it strange that I find that more reassuring than hearing the words "America will be victorious" constantly on today's news?
Perhaps it was generally accepted by the filmmakers that to set it in the US would be too close to the current and real situation...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bleurgh...
I had to go downstairs to get dinner, and Bridie and Connor were throwing wooden blocks and toy trucks around and making heaps of noise. Then I came upstairs and had to help Freya set up this random palmtop-mac connection thing. Which totally ruined the nice, contemplative mood I had going there.
Bleh, also I'd kind of run out of stuff to say... But I'll come up with something.
Mmm, stirfry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yeah... I got up at about eleven this morning, because I stayed up so late watching that movie last night.
And then I ate and read the newspaper and waited for Freya to get off the computer till midday. Then I wasted time (chasing cars, around my head) talking to people who didn't want to be talking to me, trying unsuccessfully for about an hour to download Chasing Cars from LimeWire, before Mel sent it to me. (Thankee!)
Yes... talked to... people... but not for long enough. It's never for long enough.
Did a bit of English work, went to Body Balance, which had crappy music today, got back, and got onto this computer, after the little ones crashed it and couldn't get it going again.
And here I am.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Does anybody actually read the nonsense that I write?
Well yes, I know Mess reads it, and David says he reads it, and Jared and Lardo read it sometimes, and I think Jess does, too.
I suppose what I'm actually wondering is, does anybody read it, and find it funny, or interesting, or anything other than boring and meaningless?
What do I write? I write crap. I write whatever happens to me each day.
If I find my life boring, why should any of you find it interesting? What does anyone who reads this care about what so-and-so said in maths today, or how many bowls of noodles I had for breakfast today?
*sigh*
Is there a point to this blog?
I guess there is, in that I like to write it. It's like writing in a diary. But if I didn't blog for a month, would anybody apart from me notice?
Scratch that, I know at least two people would notice. But would anybody care? I doubt it.
I won't stop blogging. Because it's become part of my routine. When I have something or someone I want to avoid, I set up the laptop on my bed and sit and write for a few hours, lock myself away in my room, turn up the music, and cry, laugh, bounce or half-sleep while typing for two or three hours.
And I suppose that's it, really. It's my way to get away from everything, absolutely everything else. Because I'm talking to no one but myself, nobody will disagree with me or make me feel completely worthless. Except perhaps me. I don't feel like I'm wasting people's time, because it's so easy to simply close the window and stop reading, if the crap I write is boring you.
I concentrate on what I'm thinking, and don't concentrate on the work I'm supposed to be doing. I don't concentrate on the mess in my room I'm supposed to clean, I don't concentrate on those overdue English assignments, I don't concentrate on trying to make light conversation with people I'm having serious disagreements with. *cough* Mother *cough*.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Damnit, now I have a bowl of stir fry and I'm not at all hungry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hum ho. I'm just wondering whether there was anything that brought about that rant about bloggliness.
I doubt there was anything specifically relating to blogs that did it, that's not how my brain works. Something will make me want to rant, make me upset or angry or happy or obsessive, and I'll rant about whatever happens to float through my mind at that exact moment.
I suspect the whining rant was brought on by being pissed off at mother about the whole, no driving thing. Anyone who's talked to me in the past couple of weeks will know, I was really, really looking forward to getting that licence and actually feeling like I'd achieved something, but no. Mother doesn't trust my "mental stability". Well, fuck her.
She says, "I can't have you having a hissy fit while you're driving".
Well for one thing, they're not "hissy fits". Fuck. You'd think she'd pay attention to the flipping psychologists, even if she won't pay attention to me.
And for another, driving is not the sort of thing that would bring on one of those so-called "hissy fits".
I get anxiety attacks when I fail at something I know I should be doing well at. Or something I think I should be doing well at.
I don't expect to sit in the driver's seat of a car and immediately be able to drive, or even know how to start the bloody thing. I have never driven before.
It's something I would learn, very slowly, and I wouldn't expect to learn quickly. So I'd be learning slowly, which would be how I'd expect to be learning. So no "hissy fits".
But no, mother rejects logic.
So as you may be able to tell, I am not pleased with my mother, and she is not pleased with me.
We'll get over it, eventually, but right now I am severely pissed off.
Also, my leg makes a bloody useless mousepad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo!!
This song is goddamned funny. XD
It's quite awful at times, but it's hilarious in that the euphemisms are so horrible. I mean, "quiver bone"?! You have to laugh at that.
So hypothetically
I don't want to beat around the bush
Foxtrot
Uniform
Charlie
Kilo
Foxtrot
Uniform
Charlie
Kilo
Heh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Caitlin's Lesson Of The Day:
Chopsticks do not go in eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Anyway, I have work to pretend to do, so. I'd best be off.
Hugs for y'all.
~
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me, and
Just forget the world?
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
I am officially in love with Snow Patrol. I'd only heard Run, and I thought, well yes, it's my favouritest song of all time, but maybe it was just a fluke.
No.
I just got Chasing Cars (Thanks Mel!).
I love Snow Patrol.
I love this song.
It is so beautiful.
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
Best lyrics, those. I have them in my MSN name.
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see
I'm afraid I've become addicted to this song.
Ah well, tragic.
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I saw V for Vendetta last night.
Damn good movie. Only problem is, now I have to watch it again.
It reminded me of 1984, the world that was created, and the slogans...
"Strength through unity
Unity through faith"
Reminded me of 1984's slogans:
"Ignorance is knowledge
Peace is war
Freedom is slavery"
1984's are probably in the wrong order, and perhaps "Freedom is slavery" is meant to be "Slavery is freedom", but the general idea is the same.
It's a scary idea, in that it is so disconcertingly possible. 1984 is set, perhaps deliberately, in a land that is not identified as any of the countries in the world today. V for Vendetta is set in the UK. One of their slogans is "Britain will prevail", or "England will prevail" or something, my memory isn't great. Is it strange that I find that more reassuring than hearing the words "America will be victorious" constantly on today's news?
Perhaps it was generally accepted by the filmmakers that to set it in the US would be too close to the current and real situation...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bleurgh...
I had to go downstairs to get dinner, and Bridie and Connor were throwing wooden blocks and toy trucks around and making heaps of noise. Then I came upstairs and had to help Freya set up this random palmtop-mac connection thing. Which totally ruined the nice, contemplative mood I had going there.
Bleh, also I'd kind of run out of stuff to say... But I'll come up with something.
Mmm, stirfry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yeah... I got up at about eleven this morning, because I stayed up so late watching that movie last night.
And then I ate and read the newspaper and waited for Freya to get off the computer till midday. Then I wasted time (chasing cars, around my head) talking to people who didn't want to be talking to me, trying unsuccessfully for about an hour to download Chasing Cars from LimeWire, before Mel sent it to me. (Thankee!)
Yes... talked to... people... but not for long enough. It's never for long enough.
Did a bit of English work, went to Body Balance, which had crappy music today, got back, and got onto this computer, after the little ones crashed it and couldn't get it going again.
And here I am.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Does anybody actually read the nonsense that I write?
Well yes, I know Mess reads it, and David says he reads it, and Jared and Lardo read it sometimes, and I think Jess does, too.
I suppose what I'm actually wondering is, does anybody read it, and find it funny, or interesting, or anything other than boring and meaningless?
What do I write? I write crap. I write whatever happens to me each day.
If I find my life boring, why should any of you find it interesting? What does anyone who reads this care about what so-and-so said in maths today, or how many bowls of noodles I had for breakfast today?
*sigh*
Is there a point to this blog?
I guess there is, in that I like to write it. It's like writing in a diary. But if I didn't blog for a month, would anybody apart from me notice?
Scratch that, I know at least two people would notice. But would anybody care? I doubt it.
I won't stop blogging. Because it's become part of my routine. When I have something or someone I want to avoid, I set up the laptop on my bed and sit and write for a few hours, lock myself away in my room, turn up the music, and cry, laugh, bounce or half-sleep while typing for two or three hours.
And I suppose that's it, really. It's my way to get away from everything, absolutely everything else. Because I'm talking to no one but myself, nobody will disagree with me or make me feel completely worthless. Except perhaps me. I don't feel like I'm wasting people's time, because it's so easy to simply close the window and stop reading, if the crap I write is boring you.
I concentrate on what I'm thinking, and don't concentrate on the work I'm supposed to be doing. I don't concentrate on the mess in my room I'm supposed to clean, I don't concentrate on those overdue English assignments, I don't concentrate on trying to make light conversation with people I'm having serious disagreements with. *cough* Mother *cough*.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Damnit, now I have a bowl of stir fry and I'm not at all hungry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hum ho. I'm just wondering whether there was anything that brought about that rant about bloggliness.
I doubt there was anything specifically relating to blogs that did it, that's not how my brain works. Something will make me want to rant, make me upset or angry or happy or obsessive, and I'll rant about whatever happens to float through my mind at that exact moment.
I suspect the whining rant was brought on by being pissed off at mother about the whole, no driving thing. Anyone who's talked to me in the past couple of weeks will know, I was really, really looking forward to getting that licence and actually feeling like I'd achieved something, but no. Mother doesn't trust my "mental stability". Well, fuck her.
She says, "I can't have you having a hissy fit while you're driving".
Well for one thing, they're not "hissy fits". Fuck. You'd think she'd pay attention to the flipping psychologists, even if she won't pay attention to me.
And for another, driving is not the sort of thing that would bring on one of those so-called "hissy fits".
I get anxiety attacks when I fail at something I know I should be doing well at. Or something I think I should be doing well at.
I don't expect to sit in the driver's seat of a car and immediately be able to drive, or even know how to start the bloody thing. I have never driven before.
It's something I would learn, very slowly, and I wouldn't expect to learn quickly. So I'd be learning slowly, which would be how I'd expect to be learning. So no "hissy fits".
But no, mother rejects logic.
So as you may be able to tell, I am not pleased with my mother, and she is not pleased with me.
We'll get over it, eventually, but right now I am severely pissed off.
Also, my leg makes a bloody useless mousepad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo!!
This song is goddamned funny. XD
It's quite awful at times, but it's hilarious in that the euphemisms are so horrible. I mean, "quiver bone"?! You have to laugh at that.
So hypothetically
I don't want to beat around the bush
Foxtrot
Uniform
Charlie
Kilo
Foxtrot
Uniform
Charlie
Kilo
Heh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Caitlin's Lesson Of The Day:
Chopsticks do not go in eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Anyway, I have work to pretend to do, so. I'd best be off.
Hugs for y'all.
~
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Tin of Insanity
Huge blog is written! Huge blog is in my pocket. On a flash drive. That does not work on school computers. Or rather, the school computers reject flash drives altogether. Even the school-issued ones. But hey, shall upload when I get home.
In the mean time, blog of today!
Got no brekkie this morning, therefore Caitlin is hungry.
Saw Madeleine and Ryan this morning 'fore school, and Ryan is actually funny. (Shock, horror.) I hadn't noticed cause I was so busy with the fact that he's also a dickhead. But he's a funny dickhead, just for future reference.
Tutor group boring bleh.
Science = vaguer-ly intermaresting... lollipops for Madeleine and Jared, and two for me. And I made evil and totally unsubtle insinuations about Madeleine and Jared. Muahaha. >=)
Outdoor ed, we watcheded Dodgeball. Which I hadn't seen before! And now I have to see the rest. We got up to the bit where they win the game in LA where they have the hilarious uniform. Of course, maybe that's just me finding it hilarious. Perhaps my sense of humour is a little mean. But hey =)
Recess is a time that I do not remember.
World issues involved avoidance of work, again, and reading of Dilbert blog comments and check out the link I commentified into the last post... I think... If I remember right, it was an article about a 14 year old girl who was investigated, without her parents being notified, by like, secret service people, for creating a group on MySpace (land of sluts and emos, but forget that for the moment) called 'people who want to stab Bush'. Hell, I woulda joined, but this chick got all investigated and crap. Apparently it's an offense to 'threaten the president'. Well duh, they weren't threatening him, they were just fantasising about his death. Jeez, learn to tell the difference.
Lunch was gewd. Got lollies off of Rosamalind, then fell over backwards and lay in the sun for a while, listening to music, until Toby said I shouldn't be lying in the sun, for some reason I didn't hear (music music music music), and helped me up. So then I was all dizzy from watching the specks of light and stuff.
Photography. Bleh bleh bleh.
Moozik.
Sucker love is prone to swing
Prone to cling and waste these things
Pucker up, for heaven's sake
There's never been so much at stake
There's nothing here
But what here's mine
De de dee...
My cousin was listening to this song on the way back from Noosa, and then it was stuck in my head for ages, and now I have it, so that's all super-good and everything.
Except people keep calling me emo for listening to it.
Returds. =P
I like my P music. Goes, The Panda Band, Pink, Pink Floyd, Placebo, Powderfinger.
___
Moozikly moozik. ( ^-^ )
Um... headphones? ^^^^^
But yeah... looking forward to getting home, eating instant noodles (beef t'day. Num num junk food), and sitting at the computer, eating Nesquik from the Tin of Insanity with a spoon. Mm, hyper choccie powder.
English next, bleh, and I'm s'posed to do something about this whole, possibly-failing thing. Bleh. As if. I'm just beyond giving a crap about anything, even if I'm failing, I just don't care. I want to care, but I don't, and I'm too apathetic/lazy/stupid/stubborn to do anything about it.
Bleh.
Powderfinger. Good music. 'stralian band, 'pparently. Good, good...
And after Powderfinger comes Queen. Queen, Queen, Queen. Damn good music.
*dances*
Here, quote from that article I mentioned:
"Her name is Julia Wilson, and she learned a vivid civics lesson Wednesday when two Secret Service agents pulled her out of biology class at McClatchy High School to ask about comments and images she posted on MySpace.
Beneath the words "Kill Bush," Julia posted a cartoonish photo-collage of a knife stabbing the hand of the president. It was one of a few images Julia said she used to decorate an anti-Bush Web page she moderated on MySpace, the social networking Web site that is hugely popular among teenagers."
My photography teacher is annoying Kelly. Bwahahah. Bwahah. Heh.
Also amusemental is Cass's shirt - "My anger management classes PISS ME OFF!"
Bleh! Teacher just tried to pull my earphone out and I kind of slapped him. Just a little. Not on purpose, just on reflex. Bah, his fault. Never, ever touch my music. Mine mine mine mine mine.
=)
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=)
=)
=)
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=)
Tilt your head right instead of left, and it becomes mushrooms and tufts of grass instead of smiley faces and random arrows.
Bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh.
Yay =)
Bleh bleh.
=)
Okay, perhaps I'm a little bored.
Bored and hyper.
Dangerous combination.
=)
Wheee! Running away time! Huggles for all! =)
In the mean time, blog of today!
Got no brekkie this morning, therefore Caitlin is hungry.
Saw Madeleine and Ryan this morning 'fore school, and Ryan is actually funny. (Shock, horror.) I hadn't noticed cause I was so busy with the fact that he's also a dickhead. But he's a funny dickhead, just for future reference.
Tutor group boring bleh.
Science = vaguer-ly intermaresting... lollipops for Madeleine and Jared, and two for me. And I made evil and totally unsubtle insinuations about Madeleine and Jared. Muahaha. >=)
Outdoor ed, we watcheded Dodgeball. Which I hadn't seen before! And now I have to see the rest. We got up to the bit where they win the game in LA where they have the hilarious uniform. Of course, maybe that's just me finding it hilarious. Perhaps my sense of humour is a little mean. But hey =)
Recess is a time that I do not remember.
World issues involved avoidance of work, again, and reading of Dilbert blog comments and check out the link I commentified into the last post... I think... If I remember right, it was an article about a 14 year old girl who was investigated, without her parents being notified, by like, secret service people, for creating a group on MySpace (land of sluts and emos, but forget that for the moment) called 'people who want to stab Bush'. Hell, I woulda joined, but this chick got all investigated and crap. Apparently it's an offense to 'threaten the president'. Well duh, they weren't threatening him, they were just fantasising about his death. Jeez, learn to tell the difference.
Lunch was gewd. Got lollies off of Rosamalind, then fell over backwards and lay in the sun for a while, listening to music, until Toby said I shouldn't be lying in the sun, for some reason I didn't hear (music music music music), and helped me up. So then I was all dizzy from watching the specks of light and stuff.
Photography. Bleh bleh bleh.
Moozik.
Sucker love is prone to swing
Prone to cling and waste these things
Pucker up, for heaven's sake
There's never been so much at stake
There's nothing here
But what here's mine
De de dee...
My cousin was listening to this song on the way back from Noosa, and then it was stuck in my head for ages, and now I have it, so that's all super-good and everything.
Except people keep calling me emo for listening to it.
Returds. =P
I like my P music. Goes, The Panda Band, Pink, Pink Floyd, Placebo, Powderfinger.
___
Moozikly moozik. ( ^-^ )
Um... headphones? ^^^^^
But yeah... looking forward to getting home, eating instant noodles (beef t'day. Num num junk food), and sitting at the computer, eating Nesquik from the Tin of Insanity with a spoon. Mm, hyper choccie powder.
English next, bleh, and I'm s'posed to do something about this whole, possibly-failing thing. Bleh. As if. I'm just beyond giving a crap about anything, even if I'm failing, I just don't care. I want to care, but I don't, and I'm too apathetic/lazy/stupid/stubborn to do anything about it.
Bleh.
Powderfinger. Good music. 'stralian band, 'pparently. Good, good...
And after Powderfinger comes Queen. Queen, Queen, Queen. Damn good music.
*dances*
Here, quote from that article I mentioned:
"Her name is Julia Wilson, and she learned a vivid civics lesson Wednesday when two Secret Service agents pulled her out of biology class at McClatchy High School to ask about comments and images she posted on MySpace.
Beneath the words "Kill Bush," Julia posted a cartoonish photo-collage of a knife stabbing the hand of the president. It was one of a few images Julia said she used to decorate an anti-Bush Web page she moderated on MySpace, the social networking Web site that is hugely popular among teenagers."
My photography teacher is annoying Kelly. Bwahahah. Bwahah. Heh.
Also amusemental is Cass's shirt - "My anger management classes PISS ME OFF!"
Bleh! Teacher just tried to pull my earphone out and I kind of slapped him. Just a little. Not on purpose, just on reflex. Bah, his fault. Never, ever touch my music. Mine mine mine mine mine.
=)
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=)
=)
=)
<
=)
Tilt your head right instead of left, and it becomes mushrooms and tufts of grass instead of smiley faces and random arrows.
Bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh.
Yay =)
Bleh bleh.
=)
Okay, perhaps I'm a little bored.
Bored and hyper.
Dangerous combination.
=)
Wheee! Running away time! Huggles for all! =)
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Twenty-two
iTunes playlist from October 28th!
Squee!
I've added since then...
Hiro's Song - Ben Folds (current piano piece)
Evaporated - Ben Folds
Every Me, Every You - Placebo
But yes, playlistliness!
And if you can't read that, you can probably read it on my photobucket. If clicking the picture isn't a link or anything, the link to my photobucket's in the sidebar, and it's under 'random'.
If you still can't read it, then meh. You'll get over it.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Green Silver
Sweet fuck the speakers on this laptop are crappy...
And I just noticed the only redeeming feature of the Mac the other day - it has really, really good speakers, considering they've been used at full volume quite a lot, and at normal volume even more, for six years.
And especially considering the computer completely sucks in every other way.
Whereas this computer is awesome, except for the crappy speakers (They're totally ruining a 3 Doors Down song with crappy crackling crapness at the moment) and also the lack of internet access, which Dad keeps saying he'll get fixed, but always forgets about...
Sigh...
I love.
I just love.
Not any particular person, necessarily.
But I love.
Everybody should love.
So many people hate. And I hated for so long, and things went wrong and I'd just hate everything more. I don't know, I was walking back from school this afternoon, and it was the most beautiful weather, sunny but with those nice warm breezes, and just... I was listening to music, and smiling so widely, and I couldn't put my finger on the exact reason. And all the tiniest things seemed so clearly beautiful, things like gum leaves and the sparkles reflected from the sun in my glasses (something which normally annoys me, but seemed pretty for some reason today), and just... the air was beautiful, and the sky and *everything*, it was all beautiful, and I just... I love. I loved, I love, and it's everything.
If I were a gullible sheep I might turn religious at this point, I'm sure it's that sort of feeling, but religion's just not something I'd go for...
I don't know, I was wondering what it was, but the past week or so, I've been feeling so great for some completely unknown reason (as the one or two regular readers of my blog may have noticed =P), and I suddenly realised what it felt like, and just...
Aeurgh, I dunno.
Great, though.
Hugs all round! Everything must be celebrated with a dozen hugs! Per person! =)
Mm, visualiser from iTunes going in the background....
Colours, and stuff... heh... I love watching the visualiser... all the swirly colours =P
Pretty colourful swirly patterns really appeal to me, I'm that kind of simply entertained person. I'm easily bored, but easily amused. If I don't have something fun to do right this instant, I immediately deem myself bored and complain, or eat. But the simplest things will keep me amused for hours, things like drawing colourful swirls or watching colourful swirls, or writing nonsensical crap like this...
Oh and you say I don't care, but of course I do, I clearly do!
So laugh and joke around...
Remember cuddles in the kitchen yeah to get things off the ground
And it was up up and away
Oh but it's right hard to remember that on a day like today
When you're all argumentative
You've got the face on
Arctic Monkeys.
Big thumbs up from Caitlin.
The lights are flashing
Down in here tonight
Some might exchange a glance
But keep on pretending to dance
Don't act like it's not happening
As if it's impolite
So go and mention your name
Instead you just do the same
As they all do and hope for the best
Chances are those lyrics aren't quite right, I wrote them super-quickly as I was listening to the song. I don't even know what it's called.
Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room...
Oh yeah, I'll
Tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I
Say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Oh please
Say to me
Oh let me be your man
And please
Say to me
Oh let me hold your hand
Oh let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you I feel happy
Inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I get high
I get high
I get high
Yeah you've
Got that something
I think you'll understand
When I
Feel that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you I feel happy
Inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I get high
I get high
I get high
Yeah you've
Got that something
I think you'll understand
When I
Feel that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Woooooooooooooot! Uber-speedily-written-lyrics! Oooww... hand cramps...
Yay =P
I got lots of new music since this new space thing...
I got...
Beatles:
I Want To Hold Your Hand (Woot, makes me bounce XD)
Eleanor Rigby (I always loved this song... I never knew it was by The Beatles, though, till it popped up while I was getting another song)
Blackbird ("Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly..." Toby says he can play it on guitar)
Come Together (which makes me giggle madly, for a couple of reasons =P "Come together, right now, over me"... hehe! "He got, walrus gumboot". How could lyrics ever be more cool than walrus gumboots?)
Let It Be (Which, coincidentally, is the song I was listening to while walking home this afternoon... "And when the broken-hearted people, living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be..."... And some random girl at school has a Let It Be shirt... I swear, I want that song played at my funeral. No, I am not being morbid, I'm planning ahead! =P)
Strawberry Fields Forever (My father said the most utterly random thing about this song... heh, twas amusemental... "It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me... let me take you down cause I'm going to, strawberry fields, nothing is real, nothing to get hung about, strawberry fields forever")
You've Got To Hide Your Love Away ("Here I stand, head in hand, turned my face to the wall... if she's gone I can't go on, feeling two feet small...")
Wooooooooot, Freya gave me a chocomalate... from Italy =)
*cough* That isn't music.
Um...
Queen:
Bohemian Rhapsody ("Mama... I just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead... Mama, ooo-ooo-ooh, life had just begun, and now I've gone and thrown it all away")
Don't Stop Me Now
("Tonight, I'm gonna have myself
A real good time
I've been ali-i-i-ive
And the world
Is turning inside out
Floating around, in ecstasy
So, don't stop me now")
Wilco:
Monday
Jesus, Etc. ("Don't cry, you can rely on me, honey")
Radio Cure
3 Doors Down:
Kryptonite (Which I had once, but had to delete when we ran out of space)
So I Need You (acoustic)
This Time
When I'm Gone
Here Without You (Okay, perhaps I had that one already. But I thought it deserved a mention.)
Woot, eavesdropping time!
Sister is on the phone just outside my room...
I hear...
"And omigod Talea has a boyfriend and his name is Christian and he's thirteen!"
"And his name was Michael and he liked Talea and him and Christian had a punch up over her and he came up to me and was like, 'Do you think I'm sexy?'and I was like, 'No.', and he asked for a kiss before I left and I said no."
"And like, they didn't know Bob Dylan or The Beatles or The Shins but they DID know Bob Marley! How could they not know the Beatles?! But like, The Shins, they're all Anna's kind of music and indie and stuff, so like, they wouldn't be well known..."
"He sucks! I hate him! He's a perve! Hahaha! He kept on playing with me and Anna's hair! Oh my god he's a perve! You have him for science? Hahahaha!"
"All the guys there liked Talea and they kept on having punch ups over her!"
"What are you wearing?"
"I'm being emo! But only for that party. Calm down, I'm not turning emo! You can't be emo, you don't have black clothes, man!"
"And I gained five kilograms!!"
My sister is... odd. Hehe.
So apparently there were like twelve guys having fistfights over Talea. Hehehehe! It's kind of surprising. Like, Talea's a sweet little girl, and fashionable and pretty, but she's not particularly flirtatious. Freya is, actually, not that she realises or would admit it. There's this one kid in year seven who was annoying me on the bus who was like, obsessed with her. Hehehe... Wish I had guys obsessed with me, though... *pout* =P
And apparently Talea is like, obsessed with this 'Chrissy' boy. Freya says that everytime Talea cries cause she's missing him she takes a photo. o.O Kinda creepy, especially in like, twelve-thirteen-whatever year olds...
All your life... you were only waiting for this moment to arrive, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive...
"1 2 3 1 2 no no no no no, hang on... you've got to twist that, so that this is higher tha- *crash* Yes, like that. Okay. 1 2 3 1 hang on hang on.... ready? Yes? 1 2 3 1 2 3... *music*"
Mmm, pastalicious...
Wee-eelll, that was at seven-ish, and tis now 10.17pm...
Mm... ate too much for dinner, now my stomache's gonna be all, explosion and stuff, and there'll be like, internal organs everywhere, and some poor somebody'll have to like, clean it up. Yeurk...
Anyway, had nummy ice block too. Mango. ^_^
Played piano... people sung... though cause I had no idea where the music was, mother had no words to read, so only I knew all the words... and the music... I memorise stuff like that quickly...
Watched TV... crappy Collectors type show on ABC... then Midsomer Murders, which was alright. Not the best episode, but fairly good...
Mm, sleepilicious...
Alarm set to 8 for tomorrow morning... there are some nice people online if I have the energy to get up that early in the morning... also it's early enough that if there aren't good people online I can just go back to bed... mm... sleep...
Well yes... song I'm listening to is nearly over, and early night is required to get up that early...
Night nights.
And I just noticed the only redeeming feature of the Mac the other day - it has really, really good speakers, considering they've been used at full volume quite a lot, and at normal volume even more, for six years.
And especially considering the computer completely sucks in every other way.
Whereas this computer is awesome, except for the crappy speakers (They're totally ruining a 3 Doors Down song with crappy crackling crapness at the moment) and also the lack of internet access, which Dad keeps saying he'll get fixed, but always forgets about...
Sigh...
I love.
I just love.
Not any particular person, necessarily.
But I love.
Everybody should love.
So many people hate. And I hated for so long, and things went wrong and I'd just hate everything more. I don't know, I was walking back from school this afternoon, and it was the most beautiful weather, sunny but with those nice warm breezes, and just... I was listening to music, and smiling so widely, and I couldn't put my finger on the exact reason. And all the tiniest things seemed so clearly beautiful, things like gum leaves and the sparkles reflected from the sun in my glasses (something which normally annoys me, but seemed pretty for some reason today), and just... the air was beautiful, and the sky and *everything*, it was all beautiful, and I just... I love. I loved, I love, and it's everything.
If I were a gullible sheep I might turn religious at this point, I'm sure it's that sort of feeling, but religion's just not something I'd go for...
I don't know, I was wondering what it was, but the past week or so, I've been feeling so great for some completely unknown reason (as the one or two regular readers of my blog may have noticed =P), and I suddenly realised what it felt like, and just...
Aeurgh, I dunno.
Great, though.
Hugs all round! Everything must be celebrated with a dozen hugs! Per person! =)
Mm, visualiser from iTunes going in the background....
Colours, and stuff... heh... I love watching the visualiser... all the swirly colours =P
Pretty colourful swirly patterns really appeal to me, I'm that kind of simply entertained person. I'm easily bored, but easily amused. If I don't have something fun to do right this instant, I immediately deem myself bored and complain, or eat. But the simplest things will keep me amused for hours, things like drawing colourful swirls or watching colourful swirls, or writing nonsensical crap like this...
Oh and you say I don't care, but of course I do, I clearly do!
So laugh and joke around...
Remember cuddles in the kitchen yeah to get things off the ground
And it was up up and away
Oh but it's right hard to remember that on a day like today
When you're all argumentative
You've got the face on
Arctic Monkeys.
Big thumbs up from Caitlin.
The lights are flashing
Down in here tonight
Some might exchange a glance
But keep on pretending to dance
Don't act like it's not happening
As if it's impolite
So go and mention your name
Instead you just do the same
As they all do and hope for the best
Chances are those lyrics aren't quite right, I wrote them super-quickly as I was listening to the song. I don't even know what it's called.
Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room...
Oh yeah, I'll
Tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I
Say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Oh please
Say to me
Oh let me be your man
And please
Say to me
Oh let me hold your hand
Oh let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you I feel happy
Inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I get high
I get high
I get high
Yeah you've
Got that something
I think you'll understand
When I
Feel that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you I feel happy
Inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I get high
I get high
I get high
Yeah you've
Got that something
I think you'll understand
When I
Feel that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Woooooooooooooot! Uber-speedily-written-lyrics! Oooww... hand cramps...
Yay =P
I got lots of new music since this new space thing...
I got...
Beatles:
I Want To Hold Your Hand (Woot, makes me bounce XD)
Eleanor Rigby (I always loved this song... I never knew it was by The Beatles, though, till it popped up while I was getting another song)
Blackbird ("Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly..." Toby says he can play it on guitar)
Come Together (which makes me giggle madly, for a couple of reasons =P "Come together, right now, over me"... hehe! "He got, walrus gumboot". How could lyrics ever be more cool than walrus gumboots?)
Let It Be (Which, coincidentally, is the song I was listening to while walking home this afternoon... "And when the broken-hearted people, living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be..."... And some random girl at school has a Let It Be shirt... I swear, I want that song played at my funeral. No, I am not being morbid, I'm planning ahead! =P)
Strawberry Fields Forever (My father said the most utterly random thing about this song... heh, twas amusemental... "It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me... let me take you down cause I'm going to, strawberry fields, nothing is real, nothing to get hung about, strawberry fields forever")
You've Got To Hide Your Love Away ("Here I stand, head in hand, turned my face to the wall... if she's gone I can't go on, feeling two feet small...")
Wooooooooot, Freya gave me a chocomalate... from Italy =)
*cough* That isn't music.
Um...
Queen:
Bohemian Rhapsody ("Mama... I just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead... Mama, ooo-ooo-ooh, life had just begun, and now I've gone and thrown it all away")
Don't Stop Me Now
("Tonight, I'm gonna have myself
A real good time
I've been ali-i-i-ive
And the world
Is turning inside out
Floating around, in ecstasy
So, don't stop me now")
Wilco:
Monday
Jesus, Etc. ("Don't cry, you can rely on me, honey")
Radio Cure
3 Doors Down:
Kryptonite (Which I had once, but had to delete when we ran out of space)
So I Need You (acoustic)
This Time
When I'm Gone
Here Without You (Okay, perhaps I had that one already. But I thought it deserved a mention.)
Woot, eavesdropping time!
Sister is on the phone just outside my room...
I hear...
"And omigod Talea has a boyfriend and his name is Christian and he's thirteen!"
"And his name was Michael and he liked Talea and him and Christian had a punch up over her and he came up to me and was like, 'Do you think I'm sexy?'and I was like, 'No.', and he asked for a kiss before I left and I said no."
"And like, they didn't know Bob Dylan or The Beatles or The Shins but they DID know Bob Marley! How could they not know the Beatles?! But like, The Shins, they're all Anna's kind of music and indie and stuff, so like, they wouldn't be well known..."
"He sucks! I hate him! He's a perve! Hahaha! He kept on playing with me and Anna's hair! Oh my god he's a perve! You have him for science? Hahahaha!"
"All the guys there liked Talea and they kept on having punch ups over her!"
"What are you wearing?"
"I'm being emo! But only for that party. Calm down, I'm not turning emo! You can't be emo, you don't have black clothes, man!"
"And I gained five kilograms!!"
My sister is... odd. Hehe.
So apparently there were like twelve guys having fistfights over Talea. Hehehehe! It's kind of surprising. Like, Talea's a sweet little girl, and fashionable and pretty, but she's not particularly flirtatious. Freya is, actually, not that she realises or would admit it. There's this one kid in year seven who was annoying me on the bus who was like, obsessed with her. Hehehe... Wish I had guys obsessed with me, though... *pout* =P
And apparently Talea is like, obsessed with this 'Chrissy' boy. Freya says that everytime Talea cries cause she's missing him she takes a photo. o.O Kinda creepy, especially in like, twelve-thirteen-whatever year olds...
All your life... you were only waiting for this moment to arrive, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive...
"1 2 3 1 2 no no no no no, hang on... you've got to twist that, so that this is higher tha- *crash* Yes, like that. Okay. 1 2 3 1 hang on hang on.... ready? Yes? 1 2 3 1 2 3... *music*"
Mmm, pastalicious...
Wee-eelll, that was at seven-ish, and tis now 10.17pm...
Mm... ate too much for dinner, now my stomache's gonna be all, explosion and stuff, and there'll be like, internal organs everywhere, and some poor somebody'll have to like, clean it up. Yeurk...
Anyway, had nummy ice block too. Mango. ^_^
Played piano... people sung... though cause I had no idea where the music was, mother had no words to read, so only I knew all the words... and the music... I memorise stuff like that quickly...
Watched TV... crappy Collectors type show on ABC... then Midsomer Murders, which was alright. Not the best episode, but fairly good...
Mm, sleepilicious...
Alarm set to 8 for tomorrow morning... there are some nice people online if I have the energy to get up that early in the morning... also it's early enough that if there aren't good people online I can just go back to bed... mm... sleep...
Well yes... song I'm listening to is nearly over, and early night is required to get up that early...
Night nights.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Randomosity The Second
Wow, once again I neglected my poor little blog yesterday... I think.... Yeah, think I did... And once again the world didn't end, golly gosh. So like, doctor's appointment in half an hour ish, and I've got to go for that in fifteen minutes or so. Martin was laughing at me for being so blog-obsessed before, but like... pfft. I'm not so blog-obsessed as I used to be, I'm not even as internet-obsessed.... I'm not really anything obsessed, and I've been really sort of, detatched from everything lately. I think that's fine; I feel reasonably alright, but like... I don't connect to anything, but it doesn't matter somehow. Meh, tis all gewd.
So like, stuff. Dane surprised me the other day, as I may have mentioned, by being rather more talkative than usual, and rather less 'I'm better than the rest of the world' than usual as well. Twas odd... Dane has this habit of saying something along the lines of "But not as awesome as me." whenever I say anything is awesome, and then he suddenly didn't and stuff the other day. He is awesome though, probably my second or third favourite person, not that I'd say that to his face. Funny though, my three favourite people are guys... though my fourth and fifth are both girls. But like, guys usually seem to be funnier and less whiney than girls, and less inclined to rant and rave about shoes or shopping... girls just irritate me most of the time. Pheenix-girl doesn't count, cause she's cool, but she's friends with Dane, so of course she was gonna be cool. Falling-grace-girl is also awesome, but she's friends with Edward, so of course she was gonna be fun. But like, three favourite people are Edward, Josh and Dane, and Josh and Dane are possibly tied, but I dunno. And like, meh, I'm not sure where this was leading.
Heheh, Martin gotted in trouble for eating in class. Tsk, tsk. And all that.
Hiccup.
Man I'm bored... Oh, Freya was ranting and raving abouthow good this song was, and I'm like, meh, and then she said it was by RHCP, and I'm like, yeah, probably good then, and then she said it was an old RHCP song, and I'm like, yeah, should be good, and then I heard it, and like, it was Under The Bridge, and I'm like, Heeey! I know this song! And it was awesomeness. I want to get that song now, though, as well as Can't Stop and The Zephyr Song, and a few others, but I can't, ause the computer sucks...
But like, yeah, doctorness time... Buh byes =)
So like, stuff. Dane surprised me the other day, as I may have mentioned, by being rather more talkative than usual, and rather less 'I'm better than the rest of the world' than usual as well. Twas odd... Dane has this habit of saying something along the lines of "But not as awesome as me." whenever I say anything is awesome, and then he suddenly didn't and stuff the other day. He is awesome though, probably my second or third favourite person, not that I'd say that to his face. Funny though, my three favourite people are guys... though my fourth and fifth are both girls. But like, guys usually seem to be funnier and less whiney than girls, and less inclined to rant and rave about shoes or shopping... girls just irritate me most of the time. Pheenix-girl doesn't count, cause she's cool, but she's friends with Dane, so of course she was gonna be cool. Falling-grace-girl is also awesome, but she's friends with Edward, so of course she was gonna be fun. But like, three favourite people are Edward, Josh and Dane, and Josh and Dane are possibly tied, but I dunno. And like, meh, I'm not sure where this was leading.
Heheh, Martin gotted in trouble for eating in class. Tsk, tsk. And all that.
Hiccup.
Man I'm bored... Oh, Freya was ranting and raving abouthow good this song was, and I'm like, meh, and then she said it was by RHCP, and I'm like, yeah, probably good then, and then she said it was an old RHCP song, and I'm like, yeah, should be good, and then I heard it, and like, it was Under The Bridge, and I'm like, Heeey! I know this song! And it was awesomeness. I want to get that song now, though, as well as Can't Stop and The Zephyr Song, and a few others, but I can't, ause the computer sucks...
But like, yeah, doctorness time... Buh byes =)
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Toe-Knuckle-Martian-Century
Ouch. Major toe-pain-age. Seriously, ouchness. My toe-knuckle is deciding that it would be a good idea to cause me as much pain as possible. And what I find vaguely amusing is that this random arthritis cream stuff mother put on it actually worked, ish. Gawd, I'm getting old o.o"
So I've practically finished this world issues assignment. It took about three hours. If I'd started earlier, it would've been done really quickly, and over with, but that's not the way I approach things. I poke at them, add and remove single sentences about once a day for two weeks, then, the day before it's due, I do the lot in a few hours.
It's just the way I work.
I've gone a little RHCP mad... like, more than before.
I like their almost-new stuff the most. Not their old-old-old stuff, and not really the latest album. I mean sure, it - Stadium Arcadium - is awesome, but Scar Tissue, Otherside, Can't Stop, By The Way, and The Zephyr Song are better for sittin' round and list'ning to, and just like... forgive my use of the word, but 'chilling'. Good music, good lyrics, just good for relaxing with.
Off the Stadium Arcadium album, though... on the first CD (Jupiter), I like Dani California, Snow, the chorus of Charlie, Stadium Arcadium, She's Only 18, Slow Cheetah, Strip My Mind, Wet Sand, and Hey. On the second CD (Mars), I like Desecration Smile, Tell Me Baby, Hard To Concentrate (kinda), 21st Century, She Looks To Me, Make You Feel Better, So Much I, Storm in a Teacup, We Believe, Turn It Again, and Death of a Martian. The lyrics at the end of Death of a Martian are messed up, 's great. I know what most of them are about, too... or some of them, actually.. My sister and I have this theory that Dani California is this idea of a girl, cause in By the Way, there's the line, "Dani the girl is singing songs to me beneath the marquee", and then there's Californiacation, and Dani California, and there's no way a real girl coulda lasted that long. I also thought it could be the writer's mother - "Getting born in the state of Mississippi, papa was a copper and my mama was a hippie". Cause that would lead nicely into Dani California being about his 'mama' and her hippieness. Just random thoughts, though. I like the feel from Strip My Mind, it's the perfect music to lie around to. Just lie round, chill, read, think, it's great. The songs on the second CD took a lot more getting used to. I liked Tell Me Baby and 21st Century from the beginning, but I had to listen to the others for a bit before I warmed to them. They're pretty cool, though. Storm in a Teacup has funny lyrics... I like Make You Feel Better, too, it's a happy-makey-song... "Somehow, we'll make it, cause that's what they do"
"Something out there, where love is your only friend"
Anyways... Music, man. Awesome. I've no idea how I'd survive without it. It makes me happy, makes me sad, relaxes me, gets me hyper, I'd feel so blank without it. Like, more than I do anyway...
I was talking to... I think it was Pheenix-girl-person... if it wasn't her, it was Melissa (who is also a new addition to the awesome list =P), but I think it was Pheenix, talking to one of them, and I said something like, "I love music; it's a distraction, and I live on distractions.", and I realised, yeah, I do. I don't really do anything. Everything I do that I enjoy is simply a distraction from what I should be doing. Talking to people, listening to music, reading, gaming, drawing... They're all just ways to escape from real life, and the crap I 'have' to do, like school. Perhaps it's because I have so little real substance in my life, but everything I ever do seems to be completely unnecessary... meh. It keeps me entertained, I suppose.
Anyway. That's basically what I'm doing now. If you take out reading, I'm making use of all my distractions at once. I'm only not reading cause my books're in the other room, and also cause if I read I do everything else too slowly, cause I get too involved in the book.
"I know you can
Straddle the atmosphere
A tiny storm in your teacup, girl
I know you can't
Battle the masses, dear
A tiny storm in your teacup"
Heh, so dodgy. Great, y'know.
"Pretty baby, time you're gonna take some
Pretty baby, love you're gonna make some
Little lady, hearts you're gonna break some
Kinda shady, tears you're gonna fake some"
Hah, great prechorus there. Kinda shady, tears you're gonna fake some. So me. Eh... >.> I'm so manipulative. And it's easier, cause I can make myself believe in whatever I'm saying. Twould make me a great lawyer, if I could be passionate about anything enough to be a lawyer...
"Harmonic Cacophony says: (12:34:30 AM)
What is it?

::Caitlyn::3::Teh Queen ::  :: Kinda shady, tears you're gonna fake some :: Temporarily RHCP-mad :: says: (12:34:51 AM)
Tell Me Baby. RHCP. I stole my sister's CD. 've gone slightly mad 

Harmonic Cacophony says: (12:35:00 AM)
Ah, Flea

::Caitlyn::3::Teh Queen ::  :: Kinda shady, tears you're gonna fake some :: Temporarily RHCP-mad :: says: (12:35:05 AM)
Yep yep.

Harmonic Cacophony says: (12:35:05 AM)
Yes, he's a very good bassist"
Aha. Dane says Flea is good. I'll just be taking that as conclusive evidence, then =P
Hehe.
I'm not sure which one it is, but in the lyrics booklet, there's a photo of one of them, with this bluey purpley background, and whichever one it is, he's totally hot. Hehe ^^;.
I know a lot of the songs, but I don't know much of the fan trivia. I think some of the only trivia I know is that I Could Have Lied, which I haven't heard, is about Sinèad O'Connor, who I also have a song by... One More Day; half English, half Gaelic. Awesomeity. Well, almost half-half. Both choruses are in English.
But yeah...
"Lots of love, just keep it comin'
Making something out out of nothin'"
Oh, man. These lyrics are so messed up. Sorta near-nonsense I spout out, it makes sense, if you know the train of thought between the words, but for me I think through things so quickly I only catch snippets of what's going through my mind, and they make very little sense on their own. 'spretty cool, though.
Anyway... I be offski'd. Farewell, my shoelaced arthritic pancakes.
So I've practically finished this world issues assignment. It took about three hours. If I'd started earlier, it would've been done really quickly, and over with, but that's not the way I approach things. I poke at them, add and remove single sentences about once a day for two weeks, then, the day before it's due, I do the lot in a few hours.
It's just the way I work.
I've gone a little RHCP mad... like, more than before.
I like their almost-new stuff the most. Not their old-old-old stuff, and not really the latest album. I mean sure, it - Stadium Arcadium - is awesome, but Scar Tissue, Otherside, Can't Stop, By The Way, and The Zephyr Song are better for sittin' round and list'ning to, and just like... forgive my use of the word, but 'chilling'. Good music, good lyrics, just good for relaxing with.
Off the Stadium Arcadium album, though... on the first CD (Jupiter), I like Dani California, Snow, the chorus of Charlie, Stadium Arcadium, She's Only 18, Slow Cheetah, Strip My Mind, Wet Sand, and Hey. On the second CD (Mars), I like Desecration Smile, Tell Me Baby, Hard To Concentrate (kinda), 21st Century, She Looks To Me, Make You Feel Better, So Much I, Storm in a Teacup, We Believe, Turn It Again, and Death of a Martian. The lyrics at the end of Death of a Martian are messed up, 's great. I know what most of them are about, too... or some of them, actually.. My sister and I have this theory that Dani California is this idea of a girl, cause in By the Way, there's the line, "Dani the girl is singing songs to me beneath the marquee", and then there's Californiacation, and Dani California, and there's no way a real girl coulda lasted that long. I also thought it could be the writer's mother - "Getting born in the state of Mississippi, papa was a copper and my mama was a hippie". Cause that would lead nicely into Dani California being about his 'mama' and her hippieness. Just random thoughts, though. I like the feel from Strip My Mind, it's the perfect music to lie around to. Just lie round, chill, read, think, it's great. The songs on the second CD took a lot more getting used to. I liked Tell Me Baby and 21st Century from the beginning, but I had to listen to the others for a bit before I warmed to them. They're pretty cool, though. Storm in a Teacup has funny lyrics... I like Make You Feel Better, too, it's a happy-makey-song... "Somehow, we'll make it, cause that's what they do"
"Something out there, where love is your only friend"
Anyways... Music, man. Awesome. I've no idea how I'd survive without it. It makes me happy, makes me sad, relaxes me, gets me hyper, I'd feel so blank without it. Like, more than I do anyway...
I was talking to... I think it was Pheenix-girl-person... if it wasn't her, it was Melissa (who is also a new addition to the awesome list =P), but I think it was Pheenix, talking to one of them, and I said something like, "I love music; it's a distraction, and I live on distractions.", and I realised, yeah, I do. I don't really do anything. Everything I do that I enjoy is simply a distraction from what I should be doing. Talking to people, listening to music, reading, gaming, drawing... They're all just ways to escape from real life, and the crap I 'have' to do, like school. Perhaps it's because I have so little real substance in my life, but everything I ever do seems to be completely unnecessary... meh. It keeps me entertained, I suppose.
Anyway. That's basically what I'm doing now. If you take out reading, I'm making use of all my distractions at once. I'm only not reading cause my books're in the other room, and also cause if I read I do everything else too slowly, cause I get too involved in the book.
"I know you can
Straddle the atmosphere
A tiny storm in your teacup, girl
I know you can't
Battle the masses, dear
A tiny storm in your teacup"
Heh, so dodgy. Great, y'know.
"Pretty baby, time you're gonna take some
Pretty baby, love you're gonna make some
Little lady, hearts you're gonna break some
Kinda shady, tears you're gonna fake some"
Hah, great prechorus there. Kinda shady, tears you're gonna fake some. So me. Eh... >.> I'm so manipulative. And it's easier, cause I can make myself believe in whatever I'm saying. Twould make me a great lawyer, if I could be passionate about anything enough to be a lawyer...
"Harmonic Cacophony says: (12:34:30 AM)
What is it?

::Caitlyn::3::Teh Queen ::  :: Kinda shady, tears you're gonna fake some :: Temporarily RHCP-mad :: says: (12:34:51 AM)
Tell Me Baby. RHCP. I stole my sister's CD. 've gone slightly mad 

Harmonic Cacophony says: (12:35:00 AM)
Ah, Flea

::Caitlyn::3::Teh Queen ::  :: Kinda shady, tears you're gonna fake some :: Temporarily RHCP-mad :: says: (12:35:05 AM)
Yep yep.

Harmonic Cacophony says: (12:35:05 AM)
Yes, he's a very good bassist"
Aha. Dane says Flea is good. I'll just be taking that as conclusive evidence, then =P
Hehe.
I'm not sure which one it is, but in the lyrics booklet, there's a photo of one of them, with this bluey purpley background, and whichever one it is, he's totally hot. Hehe ^^;.
I know a lot of the songs, but I don't know much of the fan trivia. I think some of the only trivia I know is that I Could Have Lied, which I haven't heard, is about Sinèad O'Connor, who I also have a song by... One More Day; half English, half Gaelic. Awesomeity. Well, almost half-half. Both choruses are in English.
But yeah...
"Lots of love, just keep it comin'
Making something out out of nothin'"
Oh, man. These lyrics are so messed up. Sorta near-nonsense I spout out, it makes sense, if you know the train of thought between the words, but for me I think through things so quickly I only catch snippets of what's going through my mind, and they make very little sense on their own. 'spretty cool, though.
Anyway... I be offski'd. Farewell, my shoelaced arthritic pancakes.
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