(2 got burned | go swimming?) John has a purse??? [07 Dec 2005|09:57am] Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In October I helped sillyjudes hide a body (-173 points). In March I ruled Canada as a kind and benevolent dictator (700 points). In August I set idyllicnereid's puppy on fire (-66 points). In May smallaggie and I donated clothes to the needy (11 points). Last Thursday I caught a purse-snatcher who stole monkeyman219198's purse (30 points). Overall, I've been nice (502 points). For Christmas I deserve a red Radio-Flyer wagon! Sincerely, rivenmirror Write your letter to Santa! Enter your LJ username:

(6 got burned | go swimming?) Musical Chairs. . . [18 Jun 2005|08:28pm] [ mood | awake (barely) ] Step 1: Put your media player on random Step 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 25 songs that play. Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from. Step 4: Bold the ones people have guess already. ( Let the Madness Begin! ) I had to leave out a few, since they were instrumental (celtic fiddle music and 2 movements from a Franck symphony, if you must know). Plus, there was this random Russian basso profundo. So, you have to understand that not all the music in my media player is mine. On the subject of music, my discman will only play the Phantom of the Opera right now. Seriously. I have tried burned and originals, and the only cd it will play and not read "No Disc" for is my original cast recording of the Phantom of the Opera. Which, incidentally, I've been listening to obsessively since Saturday night (last Saturday). But it's freaking me out, because all of a sudden at SMI, people were singing "Think of Me" in the halls and talking about the music and the movie. It's like this vast conspiracy!!! Yeah, I'm tired. Maybe I'll write about SMI later.

(2 got burned | go swimming?) Michelle [01 Jun 2005|09:54pm] [ music | Michelle, The Beatles ] Michelle, ma belle These are words that go together well My Michelle Michelle, ma belle Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble Tres bien ensemble I love you, I love you, I love you That's all I want to say Until I find a way I will say the only words I know that You'll understand Michelle, ma belle Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble Tres bien ensemble I need to, I need to, I need to I need to make you see Oh, what you mean to me Until I do I'm hoping you will Know what I mean I love you I want you, I want you, I want you I think you know by now I'll get to you somehow Until I do I'm telling you so You'll understand Michelle, ma belle Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble Tres bien ensemble I will say the only words I know That you'll understand, my Michelle -The Beatles

(6 got burned | go swimming?) The Cheesecake Vote [09 May 2005|08:12pm] [ mood | indecisive ] [ music | Hollaback Girl, Gwen Stefani ] Don't ask questions. Just comment with your favorite cheesecake out of the choices below: Plain and Simple (virtually impossible to mess up, thus safest and least likely to poison everybody) Chocolate Chip Almond Cheesecake Chocolate Turtle Cheesecake Strawberry Cheesecake Do you have any food allergies, Peter? Please, everybody vote. . .

(3 got burned | go swimming?) Winding Road [20 Mar 2005|06:30pm] [ music | Winding Road- Bonnie Somerville ] Well, the rain keeps on coming down It feels like a flood in my head And that road keeps on calling me Screaming to everything lying ahead And it's a winding road I've been walking for a long time I still don't know Where it goes And it's a long way home I've been searching for a long time I still have hope I'm gonna find my way home And I can see a little house On top of the hill And I can smell the ocean The salt in the air And I can see you You're standing there And you're washing your car And I can see California sun in your hair And its a winding road I've been walking for a long time Still don't know Where it goes And it's a long way home I've been searching for a long time Still have hope I'm gonna find my way home All these dreams took me so far And I felt I just couldn't go on And I want to hang Out the window of your car And see just how good this baby can run 'Cause it's a winding road I've been walking for a long time And I still don't know Where it goes And it's a long way home I've been searching for a long time Still have hope We're gonna find our way home It's a winding road Still have hope One day we'll find our way home It's a long way home I've been searching for a long time Still have hope We're gonna find our way home It's a long way home It's a long way home -Bonnie Somerville

(1 got burned | go swimming?) One or Singular Sensation [17 Feb 2005|09:47pm] One singular sensation, every little step she takes One thrilling combination, every move that she makes One smile and suddenly nobody else will do You know you'll never be lonely with you-know-who One moment in her presence and you can forget the rest For the girl is second best to none, son Oooh! Sigh! Give her your attention Do I really have to mention she's the one She walks into a room and you know she's uncommonly rare, very unique peripatetic, poetic and chic She walks into a room and you know from her maddening poise, effortless whirl (One thrilling combination, every move that she makes She's a special girl) strolling Can't help all of her qualities extolling Loaded with charisma is ma jauntily, sauntering, ambling, shambler One, and you know you must Shuffle along, join the parade She's the quintessence of making the grade This is whatcha call trav'ling! Oh strut your stuff! Can't get enough! Ooh! Sigh! Give her your attention Do I really have to mention She's the one! -A very catchy song that is impossible to get out of your head from "A Chorus Line."

(go swimming?) Into the Woods [17 Feb 2005|09:32pm] Lament Witch: This is the world I meant. Couldn't you listen? Couldn't you stay content, Safe behind walls As I could not.. Now you know what's out there in the world. No one can prepare you for the world. Even I.. How could I, who loved you as you were, How could I have shielded you from her, Or them? No matter what you say, Children won't listen. No matter what you know, Children refuse to learn. Guide them along the way, Still, they won't listen. Children can only grow From something you love, To something you lose! Last Midnight Witch: It's the last midnight. It's the last wish. It's the last midnight, Soon it will be boom-- Squish! Told a little lie, stole a little gold, broke a little vow, Did you? Had to get your Prince, had to get your cow, Have to get your wish, doesn't matter how.. Anyway, it doesn't matter now. It's the last midnight, It's the boom-- Splat! Nothing but a vast midnight, Everybody smashed flat! Nothing we can do... Not exactly true: We can always give her the boy... No? No, of course, what really matters is the blame. Somebody to blame. Fine, if that's the thing you enjoy, placing the blame, If that's the aim, give me the blame. Just give me the boy. No? You're so nice. You're not good, you're not bad, You're just nice. I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right. I'm the witch. You're the world. I'm the hitch, I'm what no one believes. I'm the witch. You're all liars and thieves, Like his father! Like his son will be too! Oh, why bother? You'll just do what you do! It's the last midnight, So goodbye, all. Coming at you fast, midnight-- Soon you'll see the sky fall! Here, you want a bean? Have another bean. Beans were made for making you rich! Plant them and they soar-- Here, you want some more? Listen to the roar: Giants by the score--! Oh well, you can blame another witch. It's the last midnight, It's the last verse. Now, before it's past midnight, I'm leaving you my last curse: I'm leaving you alone. You can tend the garden, it's yours. Separate and alone, Everybody down on all fours. All right, Mother, when? Lost the beans again! Punish me the way you did then! Give me claws and a hunch, Just away from this bunch And the gloom And the doom And the boom Cruuuunch! -From Into the Woods, which everyone has to see. . .*sigh* I love Bernadette Peters. . .

(go swimming?) Unexpected Song [17 Feb 2005|09:30pm] I have never felt like this For once I'm lost for words Your smile has really thrown me This is not like me at all I never thought I'd know The kind of love you've shown me Now, no matter where I am No matter what I do I see your face appearing Like an unexpected song An unexpected song That only we are hearing I don't know what is going on Can't work it out at all Whatever made you choose me I just can't believe my eyes You look at me as though You couldn't bear to lose me Now, no matter where I am No matter what I do I see your face appearing Like an unexpected song An unexpected song That only we are hearing I have never felt like this For once I'm lost for words Your smile has really thrown me This is not like me at all I never thought I'd know The kind of love you've shown me Now, no matter where I am No matter what I do I see your face appearing Like an unexpected song An unexpected song That only we are hearing Like an unexpected song An unexpected song That only we are hearing -From "Song and Dance" The most beautiful song ever. . .You have to hear it!

(go swimming?) Such Great Heights [17 Feb 2005|09:24pm] [ music | Such Great Heights, Iron + Wine ] I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images and When we kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God himself did make us into Corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces From the clay True, it may seem like a stretch But it's thoughts like this That catch my troubled head When you're away, when I am missing you to death When you were out there on the road For several weeks of shows And when you scan the radio I hope this song will guide you home They will see us waving from such great heights "Come down now," they'll say But everything looks perfect from far away "Come down now," but we'll stay I've tried my best to leave This all on your machine But the persistent beat Sounded thin upon listening That frankly will not fly You will hear the shrillest highs And lowest lows with the windows down When this is guiding you home They will see us waving from such great heights "Come down now," they'll say But everything looks perfect from far away "Come down now," but we'll say... - Iron + Wine This song makes me very sad. I'm not sure why. I think it's the guitar, it's so. . .wistful?

(8 got burned | go swimming?) *cough* [16 Feb 2005|08:03pm] Leave me an anonymous comment with: The first letter of your name One compliment One insult Lyrics to one of/your favorite songs An inside joke or memory And I'll try to figure out who's who. ♥ On second thought, no first letter. . .

(1 got burned | go swimming?) Sad. . . [02 Feb 2005|05:17pm] [ mood | melancholy ] [ music | Silver Swan ] Swans only sing when they're about to die.

(go swimming?) Grey Skies Turn Blue [09 Jan 2005|08:58pm] [ mood | wistful ] [ music | Grey Skies Turn Blue- MxPx ] You say you want me to say "I'm sorry." But I don't have to and I don't want to say it 'Cause I'm not sorry I play the game and I can't really say that I like it Can't really say that I hate it Can't really say that I paid attention When grey skies turn blue I'll come back for you My mind can't change my heart there's nothing I can do When grey skies turn blue When dreams do come true Will you be the way that I remember you You say that life with me is driving you crazy But I don't see it and I don't want see So I, I must be crazy I didn't mean a thing when I said "Nothing is fleeting." The word rebeating (The word rebeating) The word's rebeating (The words rebeating) When grey skies turn blue I'll come back for you My mind can't change my heart there's nothing I can do When grey skies turn blue When dreams do come true Will you be the way that I remember you The cold wind on my face Is the only thing I felt In such a long time In such a long time It's been a long time Yeah, yeah Yeah When grey skies turn blue I'll come back for you My mind can't change my heart there's nothing I can do When grey skies turn blue When dreams do come true Will you be the way that I remember you Will you be the way that I remember you

(go swimming?) Random Lyrics of the Day [06 Jan 2005|08:12pm] [ mood | cynical ] [ music | See below. . . ] "Leave me Lying here Cause I don’t wanna go Leave me Lying here Cause I don’t wanna go Leave me Lying here Cause I don’t wanna go Tell me, tell me what you really want from me You gotta let me know I’m falling off and I need you terribly One down, and one to go Volcano girls we really can’t be beat Warm us up and watch us blow Now and then we fail and we admit defeat We’re falling off We are watered down and fully grown Leave me Lying here Cause I don’t wanna go Leave me Lying here Cause I don’t wanna go A million miles of running And I hit the wall I bounce back and I run some more This is it, I’m giving up I’m calling quits So get down and meet me on the floor Way to go, way to flip off everyone I steal your thunder then I try to bolt But I could stand a little pity now and then I’m falling off, I am watered down and fully grown Go, I don’t wanna go I don’t wanna go I don’t wanna go I don’t wanna go I told you about the seether before You know, the one that’s neither or nor Well here’s another clue if you please The seether’s louise (one, two, three, wow) Leave me Lying here Cause I don’t wanna go Leave me Lying here Cause I don’t wanna go Leave me Lying here Cause I don’t wanna go Leave me, leave me, leave me Go, I don’t wanna go I don’t wanna go I don’t wanna go I don’t wanna go" You know you want to guess who. . . .

(1 got burned | go swimming?) Confessions of a Teenage Girl [03 Jan 2005|09:41pm] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | Confessions of a Teenage Girl- Bonnie McKee ] I'm just a girl, with good intentions. I don't cry to get attention- Most of the time. . . I'm a just a girl, I do some damage. I use my gender to my advantage. Is this a crime? If there is a time I ever need an alibi, I don't have to try- It's built in, It comes with the package! Along with sugar and spice and everything nice, The power I possess to entice, It's built in- It comes with the package! That's why I love being a teenage girl, feeling to find where I fit in the world, I'm in bloom! I'm in bloom! And if ever I'm caught doing what I should not, They'll assume- I'm an innocent girl. I'm just a girl, I keep my promise. I won't bite- Completely harmless- Most of the time. I'm just a girl, my wrath is tender, Bat my eyes, and they surrender- Is this a crime? (chorus) -Bonnie McKee

(3 got burned | go swimming?) I Love Being Me [11 Dec 2004|05:09pm] You are a double espresso at three AM. You are the tortured, nail-biting essence of coffee. You see visions. You could change the world if only you were up at the same time as everyone else. You have created a programming language that throws errors if the code is not written in iambic pentameter, and you are infuriated by the typos in the new edition of Ulysses. You practice sarcasm as a form of tantric sex, and your cats have doctorates. You believe in virgin sacrifice in a good cause. What kind of coffee are you? brought to you by Quizilla

(1 got burned | go swimming?) "To remember me" [02 Dec 2004|05:50pm] [ mood | depressed ] The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has ended. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain. Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever. ~ By Robert N. Test from The Coalition on Donation

(1 got burned | go swimming?) Friend's Only [09 Nov 2004|06:00pm] [ mood | weird ] For some dorky reason I've decided to make this lj friend's only. Unless, of course, I'm too lazy to finish going back and making all 100 or so previous entries friend's only. Anyway, if you want to read, ask me (as in comment) and tell me who the heck you are. I've left a few up, as a random sampling of what I write about. Obviously it's not comprehensive. For those who care: My life is rated PG-13. What is your life rated? Didn't see that coming, did you?

(go swimming?) Mwahahahhaaha [01 Oct 2004|08:56pm] [ mood | naughty ] You seem to be an intelligent, good-looking, well-adjusted person. I hate you.

(go swimming?) [18 Sep 2004|07:58pm] [ mood | jealous ] Too tired to think. Can barely feel. I sure as hell don't want to talk.

(go swimming?) Now, now- be responsible [16 Aug 2004|08:52am] [ mood | giggly ] Angela has Motrin. Cower in fear!! Seriously. I also have v. mild tendonitis, apparently. Dr. Gillman goes,"I know you don't want to hear this, but you need to rest your elbow for about the next 2 weeks." *cracks up* *can't stop laughing* 2 WEEKS?????? What planet is this guy from- everything starts in ONE WEEK. How can I possibly miss my 6 hour YOSA Retreat?? Answer: I CAN'T!!! Ahem. Anyway. You really shouldn't worry, I mean, they only gave me 200s, though I have to take 3 three times a day when I have pain, so short of swallowing, oh I don't know, 20, I should be fine. The whole bottle might kill me, but I can't even think of a truly idiotic reason to go about doing that at this time. It has all the usual warning labels- take with food, stay out of strong direct sunlight, avoid llamas- you know, the basics. I also got my allergy medication- and I need a brace for my elbow to support the tendon I am straining. Go me!! For future reference- Systolic: 103, Diastolic: 62, Pulse: 65; weight 148 (although I suspect it is lower, because they only took off 3 lbs for clothes and shoes, and my shoes alone probably weigh 4 lbs); height 5'11" I went to Camp Bullis for a physical thingy, obviously. Typing practice time!!! I *heart* Mavis Beacon

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