My Rights Versus Yours - New Pornographers.

- New Pornographers Lyrics

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
And you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

(break and solo)

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

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*

Blame Bob

Bloggedy bloggedy blog. Boing.

Bleh... boredom. Got up around midday today, wasted time on the computer...
Went out to Teh Museum. Mother, Nana, Freya, Bridie, Connor, Hamish and I drove out, Aunty Adair rode out, and Darcy was dropped there by Uncle Nigel after we'd been there long enough to -
Baby's got mama's eyes
She was always beautiful
When you hear his voice
Feel his arms around you
You remember mama smilin'
Daddy's little girl
Bad weather
Cold media storm
- see Circa and kspace, and had gone out to sit around in that watery gardenny place. Ignore the random lyrics there, just had to type 'em. Awesome song, and all. Anyway, then we went wandering around to see the other exhibits, including a place where you could leave notes saying what your favourite part of the museum was (Darcy left one saying "Cheese", I left one saying "Cheese teapot bubble pie" and Freya left one saying "Circa", boring girl =P ) and, of course, the cafe. Where we bought slushies. The slushie flavours were Dish-washing Detergent Green and Rotten Strawberry Chemical Red. Yum yum.
Anyway, then we abandoned Darcy at the museum, cause he couldn't fit in the car, and he was trying to call Uncle Nigel to collect him, but Nigel wouldn't pick up the phone. So we just left him at the museum. Aunty Adair rode back, and we took Hamish back home, where we arrived just as Uncle Nigel was leaving and just as Aunty Adair was getting home.
Nyes... then we went past the shops, where Nana, Freya and I stayed in the car and Freya and I played random staring games, and Nana got wished a "Merry Christmas, mate" by some random guy passing the car. Mother and the childerbeast went in and gotted foodz for dinner and t'morrer's lunch. But yes... food. Yummy.
Anyway, I'm off for now.
Merry Commercialised Myth, everybody =)

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I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
I just want to find an easy way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

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Oh yes, I remember now. I had the most random, random, random dream last night. It was like, the formal, only then, everybody went outside and there was a game of soccer. Except these birds kept swooping, and one landed in my hair, and then for some reason I was in these elevators of doom that led to all these random like, parallel universes or something, and then the bird was my pet. Only, I couldn't find anybody I knew, and everyone ended up in different universes, and I was all lost and alone and stuffs, and there were weird things like places where everything was patchwork jelly or where it was like the inside of a label and really weird places like that. And then I ended up back at the start, sitting on the side of the soccer match and watching, while holding that same random bird, and talking to Peoples... hm. Very strange dream, anyway, but at least it ended vaguely well.

Anyway, I'm off. *waves*

Ladies and Gentlemen, we interrupt your regular programming...

Firstly! Before the blog! Melissa, Bridie's friend, says she likes my style :P
A round of applause for my style, everybody! Hehehe.
Blog:

Another night, it's gonna be a long one...

I've found the flash drive I used to use to transfer long blogs from here to there (laptop to mac), SO voila. Instant long blog. Well, almost instant.
Hmm...
Well, everyone keeps asking how my Christmas shopping is going. Er... how's crap for an answer? I don't have any bloody money, how the hell am I supposed to buy presents... It's do frustrating, because Freya's gone and spent all her own money on presents for the rest of the family, and the way we normally do things is that mum and dad pay for say, ten dollar presents for each of the kids to give each other. Now Freya's gone and got everybody all sorts of things, and she's so excited about giving gifts, it's so sweet, and I can't get her anything good in return, because I have no money. Buying things for other people is the only reason I really want money, and therefore sort of need a job.
Blah... So basically mother bought a cheap plastic thing on behalf of Bridie and me to give to Freya, and I feel really bad because it's not good enough. And she's so excited about whatever it is she's getting/got me. She's all, "You're sooooo gonna love my prezzie for you!" and I'm all, "Ah, crap."
But yes... I also want to buy things for friends, and mother doesn't finance presents for anyone outside the family, and as I have no money at all, I just can't get gifts for people. Which sucks a lot.

Anyway, in other news...
Well yeah, my nana's staying with us for Christmas, which is pretty cool. My nana's awesome.
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something to do with you
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end
Anyway, ignoring my random 3 Doors Down outburst...
Yeah, nana is cool. She's great to talk to, she talks the exact way I wish I could. That is, enthusiastically but sensibly, well-thought out and involved arguments. And when I say 'arguments', I mean it in a debating/essay writing sort of way. Not that we don't argue; two similar minds will always find fault with each other. But damn, if we're both on the same side about something, we will talk for hours, and end up repeating ourselves without realising, because we just, bounce ideas off each other, and end up with these huge long spiels as to why we think what we do and why it's right, and like... very, very cool.
Nana is awesome. She's an incredibly intelligent woman. And she's not lost one ounce of that intelligence over the years. She's often surprisingly similar to me. Smart, sarcastic, stubborn, silly at random times, amongst other things. Man, I need to stop using words that start with 's'. =P But yes, we also both have a lot in common with my mother. Which means the three of us will have great conversations, but are also likely to argue over trivial things and not admit we're wrong.

We went to the National Gallery today. Not to see that Egyptian exhibit, we're too broke for that. Only, it's only $6 for me, cause I still count as a child (6-15). But it's $20 for mother, and we're that broke that we can't afford that. Anyway, we were wandering around, and mother and I started laughing madly about something, I can't even remember what it was now, and then nana joined in, and just... it's great, to be able to get along so well with my family. I know so many people who are constantly arguing and fighting with their parents, or who think their grandparents are boring, and I feel very lucky to have such a cool family. =)
But yes... we went to the member's lounge (immature sniggering goes here. Oh, man, my mind is perverted) and the mother and grandmother had coffee, and I had... dun dun dun... iced chocolate! I haven't had iced chocolate in so long... XD Tis so yummy! But yes. We got into the member's lounge cause nana's a member of the national gallery... club... thing... whatever it is.

Anyway.
My father was brushing my brother's hair this evening, and said, "You need to get your hair cut, little fellow. We both do." and Connor protested vehemently, saying he wanted to have his hair "like Uncle David's".
Weeeelll... My Uncle David's hair comes down to about fifteen centimetres below his shoulders. And then he's semi-bald on top -.-"
Presumably Connor was only talking about the long hair part of that. I'd encourage him, I think long hair is cute, but I really doubt it would suit him. Also, I think his hair is just the wrong type to grow like that. There are photos of dad when he wasn't so bald - not that he's amazingly bald now, but he's certainly thinning - and his hair, when he kept it longer (As was the fashion in those days... =P) was just sort of, shaggy. Instead of growing down, it grew out. And I suspect Connor's hair would do the same thing. Mother doesn't want him to have long hair, anyway.
Bah... long hair is superness. And very fun to mess up. Bwahahah ^-^
But yes. My aunt's three sons have all had long hair at some stage or other, and the youngest still has long hair now, but it's all, curly, type stuff, and just cuteliness, which wouldn't work in Connor's hair. That's Hamish, the little one with long hair. Darcy, the middle one, has had varying lengths of hair, but Darcy has that irritating air about him of being able to make anything stylish, so what he does with his hair doesn't matter. Angus, the oldest of those cousins, has reasonably short hair now, but it was long and curly and blond when he was little... we have photos to prove it! Embarrassing family photos! Bwahahahaha... but yes.

Wow.
I just wrote like, four paragraphs about hair.
My god I am lame ^-^
Hehe.

Anyway, Vanessa came over before. Vanessa is my neighbour, and she used to be my piano teacher, and I babysit for her a lot. She came bearing... large amounts of piano music!! The exact thing I've been whining about not having enough of for the past few months! Unfortunately, I already have most of it. But it should give me something to entertain myself with during the holidays. Which is good, because otherwise I'll just sleep all day.
Though I do plan to try to clean out my room at some stage. Mother says if I clean my room I can paint the walls... very cool. And when I say 'paint', I mean like, paint. With pictures. And I know exactly what I want to paint. I refuse to tell any of you, though, and if it goes ahead and succeeds, I shall take multitudes of photos and post them all up here.

Touch my tears
With your lips
Touch my world
With your fingertips

Mm, random interjection of sweet music... <3 =P

So much I
Wish I could
So many I
Wish I would
So much I
Wish I could
Count on you not to defeat me
Please don't turn away
Again
Please don't turn me in
To them
Please don't turn away
A friend
Please don't turn me in
To them

Storm In A Teacup is better, though. And 21st Century. Damn that song is awesome.

Anyways... I shall leave you with (Dun da daaaa):

Random lyrics to a song I don't particularly like and haven't heard in ages (because I usually skip it):

The winter here's cold
And bitter
It's chilled us to the bone
I haven't seen the sun in weeks
Too long too far from home
I feel just like I"m sinking
And I claw for a solid ground
Pulled down by the undertow
Never thought I could feel so low
In the lone darkness I feel like letting go
With all of the strength
All of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I can love you much better than this
It's better this way
I'd say
Haven't seen this place before
And everything we say and do
Hurts us all the more
Just that we've stayed
Too long
In the same old sickly skin
Pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
In the lone darkness I feel like letting go
With all of the strength
All of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I can love you much better than this
I know I can love you much better than this
It's better this way...

And while I'm listening to vaguely depressing music:

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No espression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Vhildren waiting for he day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world

Off for now, tootles all!

~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.

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

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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...

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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.

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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.

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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*.

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Damnit, now I have a bowl of stir fry and I'm not at all hungry.

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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.

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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.

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Caitlin's Lesson Of The Day:
Chopsticks do not go in eyes.

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Anyway, I have work to pretend to do, so. I'd best be off.

Hugs for y'all.

~

Transpositional Trivia

You've got a way with words
You've got a way that makes me feel so complicated
Your message meets the floor
The horizon meets you're hoarse and you're deliberated
I'm only clearing my throat
Don't you ever wish for just one thing you might never see
Don't you ever wish for just one thing you might never know
You might never know
You've got a way with words
You've got a way that makes me feel so complicated
A wall keeps you from me
You'd raise the door some just so you could find the key
The wolves are waiting
Don't you ever wish for just one thing you might never see
Don't you ever wish for just one thing you might never know
You might never know I'm underground
As the words just spin around and you hunt them down try to pin them to the ground there will be no sound as the words just tumble out and you won't be found by the time you hit the ground
You've got a way with words
You've got a way with words
You've got a way with words
(with words, with words, with words)
Don't you ever wish for just one thing you might never see
Don't you ever wish for just one thing you might never know
You might never know
(Dont you ever wish for, dont you ever wish for)
You might never know
(Dont you ever wish for, dont you ever wish for)
Oh you might never know

Lyrics from http://www.wowlyrics.com/read.php?wow=1754756
Which seems to be the only lyrics site the school hasn't blocked. (?!!!)
Apparently they're blocked under the heading "entertainment". Fuck?! Entertainment is blocked?! Fuck school.

I got a brand new friend, he's a robot
and he is my man, and he's megawatt
he doesn't pretend
never lies, never cheats, never steals from me
I trust nobody else with my secrets I can depend on his sequence
Logical patterns i trust in his hard drive, relax, I can unwind
I got a friend, and he's a robot man (robot man)
I got a friend, and he's a computer man (computer man)
I know there are some humans who can't know
there is nobody so day-glow
constant companion, who knows all the action, can calculate fractions
And he is zeros and ones and i know this
He is not flesh and he can't kiss
But who needs humans when humans get angry and humans get ugly
I got a friend, and he's a robot man (robot man)
I got a friend, and he's a computer man (computer man)
I got the greatest friend, he's a robot
Always begins, just non-stopcomputer language, while making a sandwich, converting the average
And he is always such fun, and he's number one
He's taking the time and he can run
right through the night and he never sleeps and he never lies down
I got a friend, and he's a robot man (robot man)
I got a friend, and he's a computer man (computer man)

Those lyrics're from... here: http://www.twin-music.com/artist_r/regurgitator_lyrics/my_friend_robot_lyrics.html

I like that song. Tee hee...
Blut blyes.
Bluber Bloredblom.
Blahahah.
I bit my tongue...

Yeah, I have a blog for yesterday I'ma put up when I get home. Tis another of those I write on the laptop, put on the flash drive, and move to the mac.
But yeah...

Gr, mum was grumbling at me last night...
Dad was sitting there and talking to me, and he said something funny and I laughed, and mother comes in and is all, "I don't see what's so funny. Why do you always just lie around and do nothing? Why can't you get up and bloody do something for once?" and bitch bitch bitch, but hey. Bleh.
I just ignored her. Cause that's what I always do, and it works.
It's easy, anyway.

But yes...
Did You Know: That if you transpose the Ben Folds song Hiro's Song into C# major, then the last chord in the first segment of four bars long is all black notes?
... I had an interesting piano lesson.
My tutor teacher made cupcakes with pink icing for the entire tutor group! They were soooo nice! I like cupcakes =)

But yes... Boredom. Offwards with me.

Virtual Sandwich

Caitlin is missing:

Izzy

Becky

Dane

Mess



Izzy cause I haven't seen her in waaaay too long.

Becky cause she moved interstate.

Dane cause he's only online late, and I can't get online late anymore.

Mess cause I keep missing him by like, ten minutes... unless he's avoiding me. *glare* No avoiding Caitlin!



Of course, there's another person I'm missing, but like. Fmeh. He knows I miss him.



Scar Tissue that I wish you saw

Sarcasm Mister Know-it-all

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you cause

With the birds I'll share

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view



Push me up, against the wall

Young Kentucky girl in a push up bra

I'm falling all, over myself

To lick your heart and taste your health cause

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view



Blood loss in a bathroom stall

Southern girl with a scarlet drawl

Wave goodbye, to ma and pa cause

With the birds I'll share

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view



Soft spoken with a broken jaw

Step outside but not to brawl

Autumn sweet we, call it fall, I'll

Make it to the moon if I have to crawl and

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view



Scar Tissue that I wish you saw

Sarcasm Mister Know-it-all

Close you eyes and I'll kiss you cause

With the birds I'll share

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view

With the birds I'll share this-a lonely view



That song is still one of my favourite three of all time, even with all the new music I've gotten.

Those three being Run - Snow Patrol, Scar Tissue - Red Hot Chili Peppers, and All The Small Things - Blink 182.

I love those songs. They're those rare songs that I loved as soon as I heard, and have loved since.



~Lonely as I am, together we cry...~



Last blog was 'I love'. Then there was 'I miss', but that was sent as a message to a specific person, because it got too personal and I ended up having an itsy bitsy bit of a breakdown.

Which brings me to today's random feeling. 'I trust'. I'm feeling very... well, naive. I swear, if a telemarketer rang up now spammerising me with offers for a free phone... well, I still wouldn't fall for that, but like... I keep the cynicism, but... I'm feeling more open to new ideas. I've always considered myself a reasonably open-minded person, but like... *shrugs* Today is fairly good for thoughts.



Anyway. Today... I spent the morning online, wishing a particular someone was online, and then, five minutes before I had to go, that someone came online. Great timing =P

But I did get the teensiest bit of conversation, which was good.



Anyway, sort of forgot to have lunch, but I went out for a walk with Freya and Dad. Out round some forest or other and to Scrivener Dam. From the Yarralumla Nursery. Which was like, 6km of walking and one or two km of running. That is, Freya decided to sprint, and I decided to sprint faster. Which was pretty fun. I'd never actually all-out sprinted before today. I'm way more inclined to jog for a long time than sprint for a short time. But Freya tired quickly, so we jogged for a while, too.

So I was rather tired when I got back from that. But shmeh. Also slightly dehydrated, but I managed to drink (perhaps a little more than I should have) nummy choc milk before I like, passed out or anything, so that was fine.

Did some maths assignmentliness this evening. Not too bad. A lot easier than the Japanese assignment. Far more simple, far less effort, and actually vaguely more interesting, though it's not my kind of math. My kind of math is actual math, as well as logic and problem-solving sort of things. This was practically a research assignment about buying cars. Supposedly the mathematical value was in the insurance rates we had to calculate. But that's just calculator work, so. Shmeh. Easy. I'm not complaining.

Aw, I forgot to eat dessert, too... which is far more tragic than forgetting lunch... though probably better for me.

Bleh.

Too much effort to go downstairs now.

I'm writing this with the laptop at the most uncomfortable angle ever on my lap. As in ow, speakers were never meant to connect with hips. Pain.

Stupid bones.



Anyway. Caitlin did lots of exercise and is sleepy.

Bedtime.

Night night.

More hugs for all. *sleepy-smile*


[Yes, I snuck this blog in well after I wrote it, but hey.]

"Cheap Garden Hoses" or "Why I'm no longer allowed to sing in public"

Magpies aren't generally attractive birds, but a magpies stomach is rather cute.
In fact, most birds have quite adorable tummies...
I wish I had an adorable tummy...
But not with feathers on it, that would just be weird.

I've been putting off updating this cause I have so much to catch up on... But tis best to just bite the bullet (Dear God, that sounds like some awful, awful euphemism...) and update as best I can before my fingers fall off from typing too much.

Right!
So:

Noosa:
Trip up was fairly good. Long drives in my uncle's car are always soooo much less awful than long drives in either of our cars. For one thing, my uncle's car has waaaaaaaaay better speakers, and my brother isn't there to tell us to turn off the music, and my cousin and uncle had some pretty good CDs. I'll list some of the ones I remember later, but there was a lot of jazz and some random old music. But yes. Also lots of pie-eating for breakfast.
Noosa was great, the apartment was like, huge, and it had two balconies and there was a pool and spa and the bath had those funny little spa jet things in it and the shower had one of those awesome movable type shower heads, which are awesome cause they mean I can get shampoo and conditioner out of my hair without having to like, attack it.
I completely and utterly failed at a surfing lesson, which wasn't too cool, but hey.
I ate more instant noodles in a week than anybody should ever eat in a lifetime. (Yay!)
I saw soem random relatives I haven't seen in a while - both my mother's parents (Ilma and Bob), my aunt Fiona, her son Bruno (19 or summin like that), my mother's uncle Trevor, and her brother Craig.
Bob was slightly less awkward with the conversation than he was last time I saw him, and Bruno was a hell of a lot less awkward. Also he had a Terry Pratchett book which wins him BIG bonus points. I nearly cracked up laughing cause my little cousin Hamish was being sooo annoying to Bruno, which is exactly what I did when I was seven or eight. Poor Bruno. Ah well, I sort of made up for my annoyingness back then by distracting Hamish this time. Hamish has an obsession with Doctor Who, by the way.
The people I went up with were my mother's other sister's family - Adair, Nigel, Darcy (15) and Hamish (6 or something).
We had fish and chips one night, and Aunty Adair and Darcy both got haircuts, and we went out on a boat on Saturday morning, on the river in the vague direction of Towantin, or however the hell that's spelt.
But yes, Noosa was fairly awesome.
Which reminds me. Darcy says he wants to start a boy band called Fabulous Awesome Guys, or F.A.G. for short, and write love songs about almonds, lyrics about looking into people's retinas, and a song called "You Touched My Hair Gel, Now It's Over". Bahahah.

Anyway, music we listened to:
Arctic Monkeys
Frankie Valli and the 4 Seasons
The Beatles
Pink Floyd
Queen
Frank Sinatra
Some Guy Called Billy Field I'd Never Heard Of Till A Week Ago
Um... who else...
Some random band... The Eagles, or summin.
Eric Clapton
That guy who sang American Pie... Don McClean, or summin.
Lou Reed
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
The Travelling Wilburys
And...
Whoever it is that sung Mack The Knife.
[Edit: I forgot two! First one being Doris Day, second one being the almost-most-important, Van Morrison. Because the Van Morrison song was Moondance, which is one of the most utterly awesome songs ever. Take Five is another of those awesome songs, but I have no idea who it's by. Cept my cousin can play it on clarinet. Sounds awesome.]

Anyway, that be the cool musicalness we heard on the way to and from Queensland.
Also! Anna tipped me off to this awesome band, Wilco, from whom I've only actually heard one song. But it was a damn good song. Tis called 'Jesus, Etc.'.

Anyway, that be the Noosa and musical side of things done.

Since I got back:

I got back to discover that we now have a 320GB external hard drive. Yaaaaaaaaaaay!! Squeal! And I hugged it :P
Also that I now have a mini-a-tcha fridge under my desk, which I'm planning to gradually stock with Coke and chocolate. So far I have a 2L bottle of Coke. Yay =)

Which brings me to my awesome shopping trip yesterday.
I caught the Woden bus, on which I found Toby, who decided to come with me while I went to get my Coke, so that was cool. We couldn't find Woolworths, so we ended up in Big W, where I got my 2L bottle of cola-y goodness. I had forty cents change, which I gave to Toby, so he had sixty cents total, and decided to go on a quest to find a single can of Black & Gold (Non-brand-name) soft drink. Which of course he couldn't find. But by the time he gave up on that idea, we'd found Woollies and were in the confectionery aisle, where we found the Holy Milky Way Banana Whip... ™.... So. Then we wandered out to the front of Woden so Toby could catch his bus, and we found Ethan, so the three of us sat around there for a while, before their bus came and I wandered off home. It was quite fun, really.

Anyway, this morning as I was walking to school, some little tiny child shouted "Ga!" as I walked past (As you do...), and when I turned around he hugged my legs. Adorableness! Slightly random, but very cute! So that had me smiling for the rest of the day.

But yes, offwards time, mother is stealing the computer.


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I was trying to put the lyrics to these songs into a collapsible list so they didn't all have to appear at once and make this post really long, but the html and javascript involved killed me. My toenails, the only surviving parts of me, are typing this.

Lyrics:

Arctic Monkeys:

- Mardy Bum
- Fake Tales of San Francisco
- When the Sun Goes Down

Four Seasons:

- Ragdoll
- Big Girls Don't Cry
- December 1963
- Who Loves You

Miscellaneous (stfu about the spelling. Gr...):

- Moondance - Van Morrison
- Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
- Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps - Doris Day

There, random lyrics. And the one I almost put up but ran out of time for is More - Frank Sinatra. If you want those lyrics, Google them.

Buh byes.

If you're going to San Francisco...

Ah, today...
As mentioned earlier, no electricity till 5 o'clock, so I did various... Oh, I can't say it... but I must!... various... social things... like talk... to my family... o.o, and watch Bridie, Connor, and Hamish draw pictures... and play tether tennis, as mentioned, with random family members...
Anyway, I ended up outside after dinner, in the dark, playing tether tennis, and singing, still with flowers in my hair. Mother made me come inside because she was worried about what the neighbours will think. Is it wrong that I consider that an achievement?
I still have the flowers in my hair, hence the seemingly random blog title (Song - "If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair"), but I'm not singing anymore. Well, not outside my head I'm not. Only cause twould wake the children. And we mustn't have that. I'm not sure why we mustn't, I just felt like using that phrase.

Random songs going through my head.
At the same time.
Two REM songs, Yesterday (Beatles (duh)), three RHCP songs... Thassa bout it, at the moment, actually. Less than usual. Oh, and that random song I've been meaning to scan my guess at the music for.

Shining Happy People - REM

Shiny happy people laughing
Meet me in the crowd
People people
Throw your love around
Love me love me
Take it into town
Happy happy
Put it in the ground
Where the flowers grow
Gold and silver shine

Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing

Everyone around love them, love them
Put it in your hands
Take it take it
There's no time to cry
Happy happy
Put it in your heart
Where tomorrow shines
Gold and silver shine

Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing

Man on the Moon - REM

Mott the Hoople and the game of Life
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See you heaven if you make the list
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby
Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby
Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Here's a little agit for the never-believer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a little ghost for the offering
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (Wrestling bears)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Yesterday - The Beatles
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, I yesterday came suddenly

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm


The Zephyr Song - The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Can I get your hand to write on
Just a piece of lead to bite on
What a night to fly my kite on
Do you want to flash your light on
Take a look its on display - for you
Coming down no not today

Did you meet your fortune teller
Get it off with no propellor
Do it up its always stellar
What a way to finally smell her
Pick it up its not to strong - for you
Take a piece and pass it on

Fly away on my zephyr
I feel it more then ever
And in this perfect weather
We'll find a place together
Fly on my wing

Riddlin on liberator
Find a way to be a skater
Rev it up to levitator
Super mainly aviator
Take a look its on display - for you
Coming down no not today

Fly away on my zephyr
I feel it more then ever
And in this perfect weather
We'll find a place together
In the water where the scent of my emotion
All the world will pass me by
Fly away on my zephyr
We'll find a place together

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa - do you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa - want to
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Fly away on my zephyr
I feel it more then ever
And in this perfect weather
We'lace together

In the water where the scent of my emotion
All the world will pass me by
Fly away on my zephyr
We're gonna live forever
Forever

By the Way - The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
I'd be there... waiting for
Dani the girl
Is singing songs to me
Beneath the marquee... overload

Steak knife card shark
Con job boot cut
Skin that flick
Shes such a little dj
Get there quick
By street but not the freeway
Turn that trick
To make a little leeway
Beat that nic
But not the way that we play
Dog town blood bath
Rib cage soft tail

Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And there's a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
I'd be there... waiting for

Black jack dope dick
Pawn shop quick pick
Kiss that dyke
I know you want to hold one
Not on strike
But I'm about to bowl one
Bite that mic
I know you never stole one
Girls that like
A story so I told one
Song bird main line
Cash back hard top

Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And there's a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
I'd be there... waiting for
Dani the girl
Is singing songs to me
Beneath the marquee... oversold
By the way I tried to say
I'd be there... waiting for


Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
I'd be there... waiting for
Dani the girl
Is singing songs to me
Beneath the marquee... oversold
By the way I tried to say
I know you
From before
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
I'd be there... waiting for

Scar Tissue - The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know-it-all
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you cause
With the birds I'll share
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
Push me up against the wall
Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
Fallin all over myself
To lick your heart and taste your health cause
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view...

Blood loss in a bathroom stall
Southern girl with a scarlet drawl
Wave goodbye to ma and pa cause
With the birds I'll share
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view

Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl
Autumn sweet we call it fall
I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view...

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know-it-all
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you cause
With the birds I'll share
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view...

Some of the lyrics are a little... well, incorrect, but hey. I just stole them off various lyrics sites. I have my own copies typed up, with what I believe to be the correct lyrics, but they're on the laptop, not the mac. So. They're close enough to give an idea of what I'm listening to.

Anyways, offwards be the Caitlin. Twootle-oo.


[Random edit:
See Caitlin's idol:
http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/index.php/bios (Scroll down to Chef Brian... or you could read the others', too...)
http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php?d=20050216
http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php?d=20040202
http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php?d=20050813
http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php?d=20060204
Chef Brian. My God. I hearts Chef Brian. <3, and all that.]

Brave Sir Robin

Having had this song wandering lazily through my head quite often recently, due to several various things triggering memories of Monty Python and the Holy Grail, I felt like posting the words.

As Sir Robin sets off on his quest for... whatever it was, he is accompanied by a troup of bards, engaged to commit to history the brave deeds of Sir Robin.
Their tales are as follows:

"Bravely bold Sir Robin
Rode forth from Camelot
He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin
He was not in the least afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbow broken
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brav Sir Robin
His head smashed in and his heart cut out and
His liver removed and his bowels unplugged and
His nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off and
His penis-"
Here the minstrels are cut off by an understandably upset Sir Robin with the words (something along the lines of) "Right, right, I think that's enough music for now" . After a while, they continue, quietly at first.
"He is brave Sir Robin, brave Sir Robin who..."
"To fight and..."
Around about here, Robin and his minstrels encounter a three headed... ogre, or something. The three heads disagree with themselves for a while, possibly about how to kill Sir Robin (I haven't seen the movie in a while, I don't quite remember), and as they argue, Robin... retreats. Bravely.
"Brave Sir Robin ran away
Bravely ran away, away
When danger reared its ugly head
He bravely turned his tail and fled
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about
And gallantly he chickened out
Bravely taking to his feet, he beat
a very brave retreat, bravest of the brave, Sir Robin"
Again they are interrupted by a disagreeing Sir Robin... and again they continue.
"He is packing it in, and packing it up
And sneaking away and buggering up
And chickening out and pissing off home
Yes bravely he is throwing in the sponge"
And the last verse is interspersed with indignant shouts from 'brave' Sir Robin of "I didn't! I never did! It's all lies!".

Berry Smoothies

Death of a Martian is now my favourite song for a while. It's about one of the RHCP guys' dog that died, but I'm not sure whose it was... it's kinda sad... specially considering the saddish RHCP songs tend not to sound that sad unless you listen to them. This one sounds sad without listening to the lyrics. But yeah.

So! Squee! You guyses! Madeleine says she can scan the back two pages of my English book and maths book! Yay! Then I can post em up here, and you guys can see why I never get any work done at school.

Got my progress report back t'day. Satisfactory achievement for everything except Outdoor Ed, which doesn't count anyway, and I got a borderline rather than unsatisfactory, anyway. Satisfactory effort/achievement for everything except maths and outdoor ed, which were borderline. Apparently a concern for both those teachers is my "lack of positive involvement in class"... hehe... Well, once I get my scribble pages up, you'll be able to see why.

We had some random Bundah College Japanese teachers round in the Japanese lesson today, they seemed really nice, but I'm going to Canberra, not Narrabundah, so. And I won a little pretty fabric thing for getting questions right, watashi wa tensai kara des. "Cause I'm a genius". And the student teacher type lady, Hogan-sensei asked for the url of this blog, so Hey miss, if you end up checking this out, hello =P

Ooh, my spit is purple... berry smoothie!

So yeah... nothing much up. Jess and I got these awesome seats on the bus, and like, comfiness to teh max.

We had Ms Sharma for English, and the funny thing is she can hardly speak English herself, so she just went and sat at her desk and let me scribble in my book. But she wouldn't let me listen to music. Grr...
Science was in the library, so I sat around and listened to Madeleine's music with her and Jared, and we sat round the computer and generally looked at random stuff like my blog and these random comic things of Madeleine's... cept Jared ran away then, hehe.

Yeah, not much going on. 'm feeling pretty good, apart from missing Someone rather more than I perhaps should... mm. I can sort of ignore that for a while, and while I'm ignorig it, I can feel pretty good.

I'm gonna post the lyrics to Death of a Martian, cause it's awesomeness. They're not quite right, but I couldn't be bothered fixing them. On second thoughts... I fixed them a little, but not too much, cause I'm lazy.
Voila:

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Bear paws and rascal power
Watching us in your garage
Big girl you ate the neighbor
The nova is over
Wake up and play
By the radio
Make room for Clara's bare feet
The love of a martian

Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door

Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know how to say
Losin' what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know what to say
Look at what I lost today
And these are the things that I

Blood flowers in the kitchen
Signing off and winding down
This martain ends her mission
The nova is over
She caught the ball
By the mission bell
Chase lizards bark at donkeys
The love of a martian

Let's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul

(She's got the sword in case
Though this is not her lord incase
The one who can't afford to face
Her image is restored to grace.

Disappeared.
No trace.
Musky tears.
Suitcase.

The down turn brave
Little burncub bearcareless turnip snare
Rampages pitch color pages...
Down and out but not in Vegas.
Disembarks and disengages.
No loft.

Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude
For the sniffing black noses that snort and allude
To the dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its.
It's for you.

Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck
Muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show.
It's a beehive barrel race.
A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her.
Embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost.
The kind that you find when you mind your own business.
Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket.
Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay.
Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesterday's fallen freckles... away...)
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Aiming for aimlessness

I have here a problem.
I want to waste time.
I can't waste time unless I'm trying to do school work, or something else. And here I am, trying to waste time, and not being able to think of nonsense to say! Not fair!
*whines*
My wrist hurts. Aggressive piano playing = pain.
And pins and needles in my foot. Gr...
And I'm cold. But meh :P
Hehehe.
Hehe.
He.
Hehe.
Hehehe.
=)

§Shining happy people holding hands§
Hehe, funny song...

§Powers, keep on lyin', while your people, keep on dyin'§
Coolness... go RHCP
Hehe, the lyrics to Suck My Kiss are so dodgy. Awesomeness :P

Tell Me Baby - Red Hot Chili Peppers
They come from every state to find
Some dreams were meant to be declined
Tell the man what did you have in mind
What have you come to do

No turning water into wine
No learning while you're in the line
I'll take you to the broken sign
You see the lights are blue

Come and get it
Lost it at the city limit
Say goodbye
Cause they will find a way to trim it
Everybody
Lookin' for a silly gimmick
Gotta get away
Can't take it for another minute

This town is made of many things
Just look at what the current brings
So high it's only promising
This place was made on you

Tell me baby what's your story
Where you come from
And where you wanna go this time
Tell me lover are you lonely
The thing we need is
Never all that hard to find
Tell me baby what's your story
Where do you come from
And where you wanna go this time
Your so lovely are you lonely
Giving up on the innocence you left behind

Some claim to have the fortitude
To shrewd to blow the interlude
Sustaining pain to set a mood
Step out to be renewed

I'll move you like a baritone
Jungle brothers on the microphone
Getting over with an undertone
It's time to turn to stone

Chitty chitty baby
When your nose is in the nitty gritty
Life could be a little sweet
But life could be a little shitty
What a pity
Boston and a kansas city
Looking for a hundred
But you only ever found a fitty

Three fingers in the honeycomb
You ring just like a xylophone
Devoted to the chromosome
The day that you left home

This is the song that's currently replaying through my head... nonstop.... damnit... it's a pretty cool song, though.
Shmeh.
Anyways, I be offskis. Buh byes.

It is made of apples...

BaHAH!
Hi, everybody, I love you all again!
Hehe, I'm feeling hyper again. Hurrah!
Well, not quite, actually.
But certainly more hyper than before.
I cried again this afternoon, but then it was like hitting a peak of feeling crap, and then suddenly settling back down into being fairly good, if not yet hyper.
But yeah. Feeling rather improvéd.
Thanks mostly to a wonderful Someone and a song =P
Thank you, magician =p
Also thanks in part to a few randoms saying nice things to me or about me.
Thank you randoms.

Yay, music XD

Powderfinger!
Man, haven't heard this song in so long! The lyrics aren't exactly intellectual, but it's good list'ning.

§Baby I got you on my mind
Honey, you won't ever know
How much I need you by my side
Promise you won't ever go
I won't take no from you this time
Cause baby I got you on my mind§

Hehe, music.

§How long how long will I slide
Separate my side I dont
I dont believe its bad
Slit my throat
Its all I ever
I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
Ive got to take it on the otherside

Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
Ive got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on

How long how long will I slide
Separate my side I dont
I dont believe its bad
Slit my throat
Its all I ever
I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
Ive got to take it on the otherside

Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtrays full and Im spillin my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
Ive got to take it on the otherside

Scarlet starlet and shes in my bed
A candidate for my soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
Ive got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on

How long how long will I slide
Separate my side I dont
I dont believe its bad
Slit my throat
Its all I ever
I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
Ive got to take it on the otherside

Turn me on take me for a hard ride
Burn me out leave me on the otherside
I yell and tell it that
Its not my friend
I tear it down I tear it down
And then its born again

How long how long will I slide
Separate my side I dont
I dont believe its bad
Slit my throat
Its all I ever
I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
Ive got to take it on the otherside

How long I dont believe its bad
Slit my throat
Its all I ever§

I heart RHCP =)

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Push me up against the wall
Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
Fallin’ all over myself
To lick your heart and taste your health ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

Blood loss in a bathroom stall
Southern girl with a scarlet drawl
Wave good-bye to ma and pa ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view

Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl
Autumn’s sweet we call it fall
I’ll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause
With the birds I’ll share
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view
With the birds I’ll share
This lonely view...

Ah... I never figured out what those words in the chorus are, but according to this, that's what it is.

Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
White heat is screaming in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble
Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with 50 belly dancers

[Chorus:]
The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to

Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone
So smart she's leading me to ozone
Music the great communicator
Use two sticks to make it in the nature
I'll get you into penetration
The gender of a generation
The birth of every other nation
Worth your weight the gold of meditation
This chapter's going to be a close one
Smoke rings I know your going to blow one
All on a spaceship persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you
J. Butterfly is in the treetop
Birds that blow the meaning into bebop

[Repeat Chorus]

Wait a minute I'm passing out
Win or lose just like you
Far more shocking
Than anything i ever knew
How about you
10 more reasons
Why i need somebody new just like you
Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
Right on cue

Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant

Kick start the golden generator
Sweet talk but don't intimidate her
Can't stop the gods from engineering
Feel no need for any interfering
Your image in the dictionary
This life is more than ordinary
Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these
Come from space
To teach you of the pliedes
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
This life is more than just a read through

Heeee....

Long song, that.
Goes faster when you're list'ning to it.

Sleepy-time, akchuhlly.
Night-night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite, and all that.
Hee... =)