Song of the Week #28

So..there are three, actually...sort of. :D
I intended to post only the third one, Redemption, and when I went to YouTube to find it, I ran across these. I have to say, I was kinda impressed. I mean..they could almost be cheesy, but it really does look awesome.
It's also kinda fitting. :) (I recommend full-screen, btw.)
I also wanted to post them tomorrow, but decided that it'd be better to now..so they can be here all day. I don't know why really..that just appealed to me.

numbers

My resting heart rate is between 50 and 60 beats per minute.
I have 153 artists and 6.3 days or 19.52 GB of music in my iTunes library.
My Documents folder contains 423 items, and 90% of that is school-related.
I have 1,507 pictures and videos.
phoneAMOK has around 40 apps right now.
I wear a size 8 1/2 shoe..sorta.
I have 4 drumsticks on my kitchen table. And 1 smelly cat.
I have 6 keys on my keyring thing.
I have approximately 4 million ladybugs in my apartment at any given moment. One is looking at me now, and walking along a drumstick.
I have 4 books under my coffee table.
After tomorrow I will have 93 credits in school. 27 to go. 8-/
I have 67 FB friends, and that's about 60 too many.
I have 13 pairs of shoes.
I have 17 beers in my fridge. Who wants them?
I have 110 days until. ;)

I tend to count things. I don't know why. I notice numbers..quantities. I notice balance and imbalance. I look at license plates and addresses, I remember what time things occured. It's involuntary and likely kind of weird. You'd think I'd be decent at math, but I'm not. I get lost in the process. I think in lists and lines...like latitude and longitude. I plan things like I'm planning a drawing.
And..yes. I'm bored. *sigh*
If I wasn't on page 12 of a hellaciously miserable paper I'm forced to write, I'd likely be forcing myself to draw. I already have it all planned out in my head. :)

1 day until I get a brief break.

Song of the Week #27

Yes..I admit it..I like Glee. I succumbed after watching the Rocky Horror episode last October. I watch every week, I look forward to it, I sometimes sing along...I heart it. *sighofshame*
This week's song is early for Valentine's Day, or VD as I prefer to call it. The last couple of years it was Single Awareness Day. *grin*
I hate VD, but I just have to love THE LOVE!!!

This is super-cheesy and kinda obnoxious...really, it quite fits me. ;)

Song of the Week #26

Sometimes I'd like to painfully murder the entire male gender. Sometimes..
Lots of people assume that lesbians just hate men, as a rule...like it's something we have to swear to in Lesbo Boot Camp or something, when we go through our training and orientation...you know..after we've been recruited. "No toaster oven for you until you swear to always wear ugly shoes, walk without any semblance of grace or femininity, and swear to despise and want to maim anyone with a penis!! Hand on the Lesbo Bible!!! (an autographed copy of Ellen's autobiography) Now..go rescue some stray animals and get an unflattering haircut!! Make us PROUD!"
*sigh*
I don't hate men, and don't even normally pre-judge them. But..goddammit if they don't make it really hard to NOT hate them sometimes. One of the ones I actually like pissed me off today, unintentionally, and I needed to listen to my Chevelle to feel better and convince myself to spare his life. He's young, and therefore retarded on many levels. I tried to impart wisdom...*moresighing*
Thank you, Chevelle, even though you all have a penis. At least, I assume you do...

Song of the Week #25

This song has been chosen for two reasons:
1. Because I've heard it several times, but never really listened to the lyrics until it came on the radio on my way home this afternoon. Holyshit..it's kinda obnoxious..hahaa. Initially, I liked it better before I heard the lyrics, but decided after re-listening that I think I like it MORE now. ;)
2. Because grades were posted for the past week, and I finally fucking got ALL my points!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! Only took two months of hell and anger..and extremely hard work.
Since I like the song more now, I feel it has celebratory qualities. *grin*

The video is really bizarre, but kinda cool. Definitely different..

Strange Rain

This game is wEiRd. 8-/ But I like it..
I took a break from paper hell today and played with it a bit, and I got a few screenshots of the varying degrees of weirdness. It's not as creepy without the weird sounds and canned-piano music, but you get an idea..

skies within skies

random words fall with the rain

phrases and sentences appear

I don't really get the planes..

sometimes it's difficult

I created a static moment..everything turns blue and freezes..the rain is floating..the sound slows down and gets even creepier

I made it angry and static :D

;)

I think we should consider these pieces of sky...

Song of the Week #24

For birthday suits and all the rest...

Pieces of Sky #3

hawks :)

catalpa and oaks

shiny pond

I think the clouds look happy..

it followed me again :)

grey sunset

blue sunrise 1

blue sunrise 2

storms 1

2

3

crazy glare

Song of the Week #23

Ok..so..yes, it's from Cats, and yes it's kinda cheesy. *grin*
I LOVED the music to Cats when I was a kid. My mom and dad went to see it when they came to New Orleans, and I begged to go. I never got to, but I listened to the soundtrack (which was an album..so cool) a lot. Memory was my favorite.
Merlin the Honorary Lesbian went to see it here in B.R. last week, and he's been inflicting me with YouTube versions of this and random lyrics ever since..lol. Itisstuckinmyhead. And I remembered I actually liked it. ;)
So..here ya go. Broadway goofiness, via good ol' e.e. cummings..

The Never List

I don't think it'll ever cease to amaze me how retarded and trite people can be. And rude. And tacky. And just plain fugly. I see the majority of society as an example of what NOT to do, how NOT to be, and what NOT to wear.
Is that wrong?? Am I a snooty, closed-minded jerk for feeling this way?? I almost feel badly...
Eh..fuck it..Idon'tcare..
I'm going to share a bit of what society has taught me. I hope someone out there learns something..maybe even about themselves.

I will never...

wear skinny jeans. Especially if I'm not skinny.
attend any event centered around firearms, large trucks, people fighting in a cage, or anything having to do with self-help of any variety.
eat red hot dogs. *shiver*
think it would be cool to buy anything to impress someone else.
wear knit caps as a fashion statement.
get so embarrassingly drunk that my friends and/or significant other ditch me somewhere. Especially while naked.
tell my best friend's wife what REALLY is going through his mind.
eat pig's feet. Or any part of a pig if I can avoid it. But especially the feet. THEY'RE FUCKING FEET!!!
own a gun.
give anyone a compliment if it's a huge lie, unless there's NO way around it.
wear anything fur-lined that isn't intended to keep me from freezing to death.
stop on the on-ramp while merging, because the fast-moving cars apparently scare me, so that all the cars behind me are also screwed. (This happens mostly in Louisiana.)
eat sunflower seeds and spit out the shells incessantly.
walk in front of someone at a store, then calmly peruse the items, while they're obviously looking for something on the same shelf. (This happened this morning. Good to know I'm still invisible.)
add all that unnecessary crap to my car, like the rain guard things over the windows, tinted light covers, window-tinting, spoiler bars, random flames or racing decals/paint, any kits that make it sound faster than it actually is, rims, low-profile tires, lift kits, or anything that amplifies sound so much that the car could entertain a college football stadium. These people have seen too many Fast and Furious movies and likely have small-penis issues.
speak, dress, or act like certain segments of the African American population...because I am not.
listen to anything by Kid Rock.
be left alone in a room with my brother-in-law.
be left alone in a room with Kid Rock.
allow an animal to lick me intentionally and/or at great length. eeww
wear a halter top.
become addicted to any sort of gaming.
befriend people I meet in bar or club bathrooms.
FB friend-request every single human being I know that has a FB page just so I have more friends.
FB friend-request every new person I meet.
again eat cheese fries from a bar that is also a laundromat. (I really did that...BAD idea..)
wear cargo khakis anywhere but work, where I am forced to. Especially with polo shirts. Especially green polo shirts.
allow random people to give me back rubs.
get anyone's name as a tattoo. Especially on my neck, forearm, or ankle.
consider a trip to Waffle House a fun evening out.
smoke.
put myself or my needs/wants before anyone I love.
sing karaoke.
watch Bad Santa or Road House ever again. 8-/ Ever. Everever...


This list will never shorten, and will certainly grow.. *siiiigh*

Song of the Week #22

:D
I love it...how can you not??

Pieces of Sky #2

I dunno..phoneAMOK does pretty well with these, too. :)

crossing the Sunshine Bridge

Mississippi Fugly :)

 

 

A sky divided

sunrise 1

sunrise 2

when a cold front is on its way

sunset 1

sunset 2 FAIL

(yes..that's my finger *grin*)

Song of the Week #21

Misery Is a Butterfly

Dearest Jane I should’ve known better
But I couldn’t say hello, I didn’t know why
But now I think, I think you were sad
Yes you were, you were, you were

What I say, I say only to you
Cause I love and I love only you
Dearest Jane, I want to give you a dream
That no one has given you

Remember when we found misery
We watched her, watched her spread her wings
And slowly fly around our room
And she asked for your gentle mind

Misery is a butterfly
Her heavy wings will warp your mind
With her small ugly face
And her long antenna
And her black and pink heavy wings

Remember when we found misery
We watched her, watched her spread her wings
And slowly fly around our room
And she asked for your gentle mind

I am resolute..

Lullaby


by W. H. Auden



Lay your sleeping head, my love,

Human on my faithless arm;

Time and fevers burn away

Individual beauty from

Thoughtful children, and the grave

Proves the child ephemeral:

But in my arms till break of day

Let the living creature lie,

Mortal, guilty, but to me

The entirely beautiful.



Soul and body have no bounds:

To lovers as they lie upon

Her tolerant enchanted slope

In their ordinary swoon,

Grave the vision Venus sends

Of supernatural sympathy,

Universal love and hope;

While an abstract insight wakes

Among the glaciers and the rocks

The hermit's carnal ecstasy.



Certainty, fidelity

On the stroke of midnight pass

Like vibrations of a bell,

And fashionable madmen raise

Their pedantic boring cry:

Every farthing of the cost,

All the dreaded cards foretell,

Shall be paid, but from this night

Not a whisper, not a thought,

Not a kiss nor look be lost.



Beauty, midnight, vision dies:

Let the winds of dawn that blow

Softly round your dreaming head

Such a day of welcome show

Eye and knocking heart may bless,

Find the mortal world enough;

Noons of dryness find you fed

By the involuntary powers,

Nights of insult let you pass

Watched by every human love.





The Kiss
 
by Anne Sexton
 
 
My mouth blooms like a cut.


I've been wronged all year, tedious

nights, nothing but rough elbows in them

and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby

crybaby, you fool!



Before today my body was useless.

Now it's tearing at its square corners.

It's tearing old Mary's garments off, knot by knot

and see - Now it's shot full of these electric bolts.

Zing! A resurrection!



Once it was a boat, quite wooden

and with no business, no salt water under it

and in need of some paint. It was no more

than a group of boards. But you hoisted her, rigged her.

She's been elected.



My nerves are turned on. I hear them like

musical instruments. Where there was silence

the drums, the strings are incurably playing. You did this.

Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has stepped

into fire.