| Tuesday, June 26, 2007 |
| I Was Going to Say Something About This... [LJ Repost] |
*part of a series of posts I am cross-posting. I'm finally within the MySpace timeline, which means these posts will be dated the actual date/time they were originally posted* But it looks like someone already beat me to it. http://www.gambling911.com/Chris-Benoit-Dead-062607.htmlI don't really follow wrestling or anything, but when I heard about this guy Benoit, I couldn't help but thinking it was another desperate ploy by wrestling to get anybody to watch, on the same vein as the pathetic WWE Vince McMahon hoax that happened only about a week or two ago. Upon reading a few more articles and watching some clips, it of course became apparent to me that in fact Benoit's death does not appear to be a hoax at all, and it saddened me a little that the WWE's lame marketing scheme in fact took the seriousness out of what was in fact a tragic RL human event.I'm not entirely sure of my point, I guess basically it's a boy who cried wolf kind of thing. If you(McMahon) or any of your fellow wrestlers want to be taken seriously god forbid a real tragedy ever does occur to you or your family, then you should probably wise up and cut the shit! |
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| Saturday, June 23, 2007 |
| Should I change my username? [LJ Repost] |
*part of a series of posts I am cross-posting. I'm finally within the MySpace timeline, which means these posts will be dated the actual date/time they were originally posted*
I'm thinking of trying to change all my various usernames to ishtarandromeda so It's easier to find me (there are a lot of ishtar poseurs out there) and also so I'm more recognizable to the people who listen to my podcast, in case they want to also read my other stuff. Is this going to totally confuse everyone, or do you think I should just do it?
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| Friday, June 22, 2007 |
| ?? WTF is Up WIth That !! [LJ Repost] |
*part of a series of posts I am cross-posting. I'm finally within the MySpace timeline, which means these posts will be dated the actual date/time they were originally posted*
So the premise here is this. My husband's mom died on June 22, in 2003, so today is the anniversary of that death. His Uncle and (step) Aunt sent him an e-card that was basically "thinking of you on this day" kind of thing. This isn't the first time either, and if it's not them then it's our friend Heidi or Steve's sister who calls or writes to "remind" him what happened. Now first of all this could just be me, but I can barely remember when my relatives died no matter how close I was to them. Month maybe I could tell you, but day no, and in the case of Heidi I certainly don't have time to remember the days my friends relatives died, nevermind remind them of that fact. On top of that, does anyone else find this totally classless? I mean I guess they just think they are being nice and letting the person know that they are there for them or whatever, but I mean really it's hard enough trying to deal with the death of a loved one (esp. in our case we still live in the house he grew up in) without someone constantly having to remind you every year? Personally I'd be right pissed...ETA: I was going to use one of my other icons, but Basch and Part Hat don't fit the occasion and the other two both mention death which would be just as classless.. so I'm going with Spite... yeahETA2: OK, so this is creepy. Today (the day after I posted the above)I am doing laundry. So I'm washing Steve's jean jacket which he hasn't worn in a while and as I'm drying it this pen starts clanking around, and not thinking anything of it I just the the load finish only to discover that aside from a pen is also the pamphlet from his Mom's funeral (yes from 4 years ago!) and the Boston Globe Obituary. They were ruined enough that I had to secretly throw them away so as not to have another reminder hanging around we have other copies saved in a box somewhere anyways) but still legible enough for me to be able to read what they were. It's like even she's trying to tell him to move on... Quite eerie even if it is a conicidence.
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| Tuesday, June 19, 2007 |
| Songs in the Key of X, Part 2 (possible TMI) [LJ Repost] |
*part of a series of posts I am cross-posting. I'm finally within the MySpace timeline, which means these posts will be dated the actual date/time they were originally posted*
Ummm, part two of the series, if you missed part 1 it's here: http://ish-tar.livejournal.com/57280.html Eric Z. - Detachable Penis by King Missile. Eric Z. I swear to this day cannot figure out why I broke up with him. The shortest version I can give is this, it all went downhill the day of the Sextacy Ball in Boston (1995?) and Eric and I were dating and so he was supposed to go with me. I definately didn't want to be late because it was an awesome lineup consisting of My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult, God Lives Underwater and the Lords of Acid. I offered to pick him up at work, to which he responded (yes belive it enough he ACTUALLY said this) "well I don't know, how slutty are you dressed?" (funny it was never a problem before). So instead he said he'd meet me over there. Well I'm there and there's a long wait and in the meantime cusraque is talking to me keeping me company, and finally it's time to go in but Eric isn't there yet. I was torn between waiting outside for him and watching the show, but Cusraque (who was a club promoter at the time) pulled some strings with a bouncer or something to keep an eye out for him and direct him to were we where going to be. I was glad I didn't wait, because it took him until about halfway through the second band before he finally got there. Apparently the van (corporate plates) he was driving got a boot put on it way over in the south end/seaport, to which I wondered what the heck he was doing over there, and apparently he told his boss he'd pick something up over at some warehouse since he was heading to the city anyways. So let me get this straight, not only did you call me a slut, but you come late to a concert I expressly told you I did not want to be late for because you told someone else you would do something first after promising me you'd be there on time? Yeah well if that wasn't a big F U then I dunno what is. So yeah long story short, to be a smartass when I broke up with him Eric had the audacity to give me a vibrator as a present and said "you'll be needing this now". I didn't as I was already fooling around with someone else (not dating though, don't ever say we were dating it was once a touchy subject) of whom I bet you can figure out if you read the story again. Besides I hate things that vibrate, it feels like bugs crawling on you. So yeah for the least tasteless present of my life, Eric Z. I award you this song...
I woke up this morning with a bad hangoverAnd my penis was missing again.This happens all the time.It's detachable.
[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]
This comes in handy a lot of the time.I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,and the next morning I can't for the life of meremember what I did with it.First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.So I called up the place where the party was,they hadn't seen it either.I asked them to check the medicine cabinet'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimesBut not this time.So I told them if it pops up to let me know.I called a few people who were at the party,but they were no help either.I was starting to get desperate.I really don't like being without my penis for too long.It makes me feel like less of a man,and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.After a few hours of searching the house,and calling everyone I could think of,I was starting to get very depressed,so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,I saw my penis lying on a blanketnext to a broken toaster oven.Some guy was selling it.I had to buy it off him.He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.I took it home, washed it off,and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,but I don't know.Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,I like having a detachable penis.
[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" fora while, then out]
Tony W. - Don't You Want Me? by The Human League. Tony was sick with Cancer when I dated him, but he "seemed" like a nice guy who I got along with so I dated him, and I was never superficial about it even when he was loosing his hair to chemo and sometimes was too sick and had to break our dates, which were almost always at his house because I think the doctors told him not to go out of the house too often. Tony and I had worked together at DeMoulas when we met, though I think he did end up taking a break from there while he was ill. I remember spending the money on the Led Zeppelin boxed set for him for Christmas, which at that time (H.S.) was a lot of money for me, but I did it because I thought he was worth it and he really liked Led Zeppelin. Fast forward to spring, he gets a clean bill of health and can go back to work. I swear not even a week went by and he breaks up with me to go out with a girl at DeMoulas who I though was my friend (Leigh) and what's worse they pretty much spend the entire summer until I leave for college making my life miserable (they were both my supervisors) by making sure I was never assigned baggers, my draw was counted last so I was always out of work late, and even worse I was assigned the Lottery/Bottle Return counter, which was considered an upgrade from regular cashier, and Leigh had to cover me for an hour break. By the time the work day was over I was being brought upstairs to talk to the manager because $1000 in scratch cards was missing from my draw. I should mention it was not policy to change out the drawers for someone's break, as long as it was a "supervisor" covering you, DeMoulas had this crap policy that if someone was responsible enough to make supervisor there was no way in hell they would be stealing money (even if they were), so yeah I got the blame for it even though I know Leigh set me up bigtime. Fortunately I didn't get fired as it was a first offence, but I got repremanded and was not allowed to work the Lottery counter ever again, and had to endure the rest of the summer with Leigh and Tony bullying me. Tony gets "Don't You Want Me" even though it is better lyrics than he deserves because of the whole premise where one half of the couple leaves the other after after he made her life better (only in this case the role was reversed, and I felt like after I treated him so nicely when no one else gave a shit about if he lived or died he just threw me away like a fucking dickhead).
You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar When I met you I picked you out, I shook you up And turned you around Turned you into someone new Now five years later on you've got the world at your feet Success has been so easy for you But don't forget it's me who put you where you are now And I can put you back down too. Don't. Don't you want me? You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me Don't. Don't you want me? You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me It's much too late to find When you think you've changed your mind You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry Don't you want me, baby? Don't you want me? Oh! Don't you want me, baby? Don't you want me? Oh! I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar That much is true But even then I knew I'd find a much better place Either with or without you The five years we have had have been such good at times I still love you But now I think it's time I lived my life on my own I guess it's just what I must do Don't. Don't you want me? You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me Don't. Don't you want me? You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me It's much too late find When you think you've changed your mind You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry Don't you want me, baby? Don't you want me? Oh! Don't you want me, baby? Don't you want me? Oh! (REPEAT x3) Don't you want me, baby? Don't you want me? Oh! Don't you want me, baby? Don't you want me? Oh!
Bill P. - Squirrels in Makeup by Eddie Izzard. OK, so it's not a song, it's a comedy skit and it's funnier if you actually hear Eddie doing it, but Bill was sad because I didn't do one of these for him, even though I don't know why he would want me to do one of these for him since we've never dated and at least 75% of these are really mean, but I'm doing one because he's my friend and hopefully he'll appreciate this, and not mind that I give you all this background info on him. When I first met Bill, he was an aspiring transvestite. Eddie Izzard, who does this scetch is/was also a transvestite. Eddie kind of describes the difference between transvestites and drag queens, which not everyone distinguishes between, but I think it's important, that Drag Queens are gay men and Transvestites are straight men, even though they both wear womens clothing and makeup and the whole bit. I think a further difference that Eddie does forget to clarify is that drag queens also tend to be more "glam" than transvestites. While it is not always as clear cut as that, Eddie calls himself an "exectutive transvestite" or a "male tomboy" which I think both are excellent terms for the style that Eddie had when he was dressing more "female" which is to say when he was in "bloke" mode (mens clothes) he wore suits and manly stuff but often in garish colors like red or lime green, and when he was in "femme" mode he wore the skirts and the heels and the makeup but they were usally quite classy and never slutty. Bill when he was an aspiring transvestite was a bit depressed, because he would never look "female". I often tried to see if he could find a happy medium (like Eddie did, because Eddie will never look "female" either no matter how hard he tries) . I don't really know if he ever understood what I meant, and I think he got over the whole thing about being down on himself, but for some reason even though that was years ago, I still think about that series of conversations whenever I hear this skit.
Yes, so I was going to be in the army when I was a kid. Yes. I say that, and people go, "Oh, yeah, yeah!" No, I was, I was going to be in the army when I was a kid. 'Cause if you're a transvestite, you're actually a male tomboy, that's where the sexuality is. Yeah, it's not drag queen, no; gay men have got that covered. This is male tomboy, and people do get that mixed up, they put transvestite there - no no no no! Little bit of a crowbar separation, thank you! And gay men, I think, would agree. It's male lesbian, that's really where it is, ok? Because… it's true! 'Cause most transvestites fancy girls, fancy women. So that's where it is. So it's "running, jumping, climbing trees, putting on makeup when you're up there." That's where it is! I used to keep my makeup in a squirrel hole, up the tree. The squirrel would keep makeup on one side, and he'd keep nuts on the other side. And sometimes I'd get up that tree, and that squirrel would be covered in makeup! ( mimes squirrel putting on makeup ) "La la, la la… Oh! ( mimes squirrel eating ) What?! Fuck off!" He seemed to say. And squirrels always eat nuts with two hands, always two hands, and occasionally, they stop and go ( gasps ), as if they're going, "Did I leave the gas on? No! I'm a fucking squirrel!" And occasionally they go, "Fucking nuts! Fed up with them always. I long for a grapefruit." Yeah. So that's very much like the army-- the running, jumping, climbing trees is, not the squirrel bit-- the trees bit. And I was! I loved the army stuff, which is the running, jumping, standing still, "Found you," ah-ah, flag, "Look," hat, you know. Bang! I liked all that stuff, the gun thing… I liked blowing up milk bottles. You know, kill the milk bottles. Boom! Explode milk bottles. Yes. It seems fun - there's this thing of power in you hands. There's all this National Rifle Association and everyone in America is - I mean, 13 year olds keep going out and they get hold of weapons from their grandfather's arsenal! "I'll borrow the Howitzer, the M16 machine gun, the Uzi…" What the fuck's the grandfather doing?! This kid down in Arkansas just helped himself to a ton of military weapons, and went and blew away his school! And the National Rifle Association says that, "Guns don't kill people, people do," but I think the gun helps, you know? I think it helps. I just think just standing there going, "Bang!" That's not going to kill too many people, is it? You'd have to be really dodgy on the heart to have that… ( imitates gunfire noises ) I think they should just try that, you know. But yeah, shooting clay pigeons, I think, yeah, go for that. Shooting clay pigeons, they're fuckers! Come round your house, whiz through ( fly-by noises ) They do nothing, they don't even eat flies! You know? Spiders eat flies, so they're all right, keep them, you know? Flies don't eat fuckall, so kill 'em! And clay pigeons - everyone shoots them in the air. Wait 'til they land! Then go up to the clay pigeon... ( shoots ) Much easier. Yeah. So! I didn't join the army, as you might have noticed... Yeah, 'cause there's not much makeup in the army, is there? No? They only have that night-time look, and that's a bit slapdash, isn't it? And they look a mess! So you can't join, even though the American armed forces have a distinct policy of "don't ask, don't tell" towards the alternative sexualities. If you're a bloke wearing a lot of makeup, you know… I don't think they need to ask, really! And so you can't join, they go, "No, no, you can't. It's the wrong shade of lipstick for the Army, I'm afraid..." And they're missing a huge opportunity here, 'cause we all know one of the main elements of attack is the element of surprise, and so what could be more surprising than the 1st Battalion Transvestite Brigade? Airborne wing! The airborne wing parachuting into dangerous areas with fantastic makeup! And a fantastic gun! And the opposing forces going, "Fucking 'ell, look at these guys! Look at that! They've got guns. They've got guns! Jesus, they've got guns!" Ah, bugger. I was so surprised! Were you surprised? I was surprised. Anyway, so yes, sooo… Also, if you're a transvestite, you get lumped into that weirdo grouping, you know? When I was in New York, there was a guy in the Bronx who was living in a cave… like you do, and he was coming out and shooting at geese and… ( chuckles ) a lot of weird things going on with this guy; and the police picked him up and they found a collection of women's shoes, and they thought, "Maybe he's a transvestite." And if he is, he's a fucking weirdo transvestite! I'm much more in the executive transvestite area. Travel the world, yes, it's much more executive. Like J. Edgar Hoover, what a fuckhead he was! They found out when he died that he was a transvestite, and they go, "Well, that explains his weird behavior!" Yeah, fucking weirdo transvestite! ( pointing to himself )Executive transvestite. It's a lot wider community, more wide than you'd think... |
| posted by IshtarAndromeda @ 12:26 PM |
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| Monday, June 18, 2007 |
| Whatever Happened to Chat? [LJ Repost] |
*part of a series of posts I am cross-posting. I'm finally within the MySpace timeline, which means these posts will be dated the actual date/time they were originally posted*
I remember back in the day and everybody used to be on AIM. Now I log into Trillian PRO and the only person who's ever on is my brother and he's always AFK. Where is everyone, does not noone ever use online chats anymore? If you do send me a line so I can make sure my contact list is updated, and in case you care most of my names are on my profile page.
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| Songs in the Key of X, Part 1 (possible TMI) [LJ Repost] |
*part of a series of posts I am cross-posting. I'm finally within the MySpace timeline, which means these posts will be dated the actual date/time they were originally posted*
I have been toying with the idea of writing this series for a while. Basically it is a place where I come up with songs that describe in some way people I have dated or had crushes on. Some will be sentimental and others will be insulting, and all will come with little blurbs about why each person got the songs that they did along with clickable LJ cuts for the lyrics (in case you hadn't heard of the song). Some people may end up getting more than one song in the course of the series, I'm undecided still. Without further ado here is the first set of songs off the top of my head. 1) Tommy H. - Poor Wand'ring One! from The Pirates of Penzance. Tommy recieved the Pirates of Penzance song for the simple reason that he played Frederick in the school play when I was in 6th grade. Since seeing that musical I am still to this day obsessed with both pirates and Gilbert & Sullivan. I had a huge crush on Tommy, but will never know if the feeling was mutual, since he only started flirting with me on the last day of classes and then my family moved over the summer so I switched schools (well if you call stealing some keys flirting {I cannot remember now if it was my set of keys or Julie's [catscratchziggy], all I remember is going to retrive them and him insisting that he had put them down his pants and wanted me to "come and get them"). For the record in 6th grade I was way to shy and embarrassed to do that! Poor Wand'ring One is essentially the love song in The Pirates of Penzance, the lead female role, Mabel, sings to Frederick upon first meeting him and learning of the tragic circumstances which led to his becoming a pirate.
MABEL: Poor wand'ring one! Though thou hast surely strayed, Take heart of grace, Thy steps retrace, Poor wand'ring one!Poor wand'ring one! If such poor love as mine Can help thee find True peace of mind- Why, take it, it is thine!GIRLS: Take heart, no danger low'rs; Take any heart but ours!MABEL: Take heart, fair days will shine; Take any heart -- take mine!GIRLS: Take heart; no danger low'rs; Take any heart -- but ours!MABEL: Take heart, fair days will shine; Take any heart -- take mine! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Poor wand'ring one! Though thou hast surely strayed, Take heart of grace, Thy steps retrace,ENSEMBLE MABEL GIRLS Poor wand'ring one! Poor wand'ring one! Ah, ah! Ah, ah, ah! Poor wandr'ing one! Ah, ah! Ah, ah, ah! Fair days will shine, Take heart, Take heart, Take heart, Take mine! Take any heart Take heart! but ours! Take heart! Take heart! Take mine! Take heart, no danger lowr's; Take any heart but ours! Ah, ah! Take heart, take heart, Ah! Take any heart but ours, Take heart! Take heart!
2) Craig S. - You're So Vain by Carly Simon. I swear to this day that Craig probably thinks he did me a favor dating me, even if it did only last a week or two. I think the only good thing that came out of that whole ordeal is that he ended up setting me up (sort of) with Gates. It's not necessarily that Craig is a bad person, in fact I don't hate him or anything, but once I got to know him better I always thought him very pretentious, like he just thinks he's better than everybody else or something, from the things he talks about, to the affect in his speach, to the way he walks he just exhudes the kind of over-confidence I think Carly pegs so perfectly in this song.
You walked into the partyLike you were walking onto a yachtYour hat strategically dipped below one eyeYour scarf it was apricotYou had one eye in the mirrorAs you watched yourself gavotteAnd all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partnerThey'd be your partner, andYou're so vainYou probably think this song is about youYou're so vainI'll bet you think this song is about youDon't you? Don't you?You had me several years agoWhen I was still quite naiveWell, you said that we made such a pretty pairAnd that you would never leaveBut you gave away the things you lovedAnd one of them was meI had some dreams they were clouds in my coffeeClouds in my coffee, andYou're so vainYou probably think this song is about youYou're so vainI'll bet you think this song is about youDon't you? Don't you?I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffeeClouds in my coffee, andYou're so vainYou probably think this song is about youYou're so vainI'll bet you think this song is about youDon't you? Don't you?Well, I hear you went up to SaratogaAnd your horse naturally wonThen you flew your Lear jet up to Nova ScotiaTo see the total eclipse of the sunWell, you're where you should be all the timeAnd when you're not, you're withSome underworld spy or the wife of a close friendWife of a close friend, andYou're so vainYou probably think this song is about youYou're so vainI'll bet you think this song is about youDon't you? Don't you?
3) Peter T. - I am the Walrus by The Beatles. Pete got this songs for two basic reasons. Firstly because he was obsessed with John Lennon, to the point at which he used to ask me everytime he sang a Beatles song (which was a lot) if he sounded like John, (I used to lie and tell him yes, because well we were dating and at that time I think I thought to do otheriwse would be rude). He also broke up with me to date some Japanese girl (how Yoko!). Aside from this he was also probably the heaviest person I have ever dated, which was also something he constantly harped on about in addition to his penis size (basically I think this guy had a lot of insecurities, and rightly so in hindsight). So just to be a bitch I have chosen I am the Walrus, because well Walruses are kind of large, just like Pete (well except that other problem area he kept harping on). LOL!
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.I'm crying.Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.MAN, you been a naughty boy, and let your face grow long.I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,goo goo g'joobMister City P'liceman sittingPretty little policemen in a row.See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.I'm crying. I'm cry------------ing,I'm crying. I'm cry------------ing.Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your Knickers down.I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,goo goo g'joobSitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.If the sun don't come, you get a tanFrom standing in the English rain.I am the eggmen, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joobExpert texpert choking smokers,Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (ho ho ho, he, he he, ha, ha, ha)See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied.I'm crying.Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo goo g'joob, g'goo goo g'joob g'goo(rhythmical speaking along with juba's).Juba juba juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba juba. Juba juba.....(speaking)--Repeat (eventually juba's will stop) and fade until end.--during the fade out background vocals:[Simultaneously:] 'Everybody smokes pot' and 'Oompa, oompa, stick it up your joompa' [jumper]
4) Steve E. - Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison . Overall this realtionship rates neither on the positive or negative scale. Steve was basically the first person I had consentual sex with (I was raped my official first time) but other than that is not noteworthy. While I do not have Brown Eyes (mine are Blue) this song is here mainly because when we did "do the deed" it was undernearth Veterans Memorial Stadium in Lawrence, MA, and of course this song has the famous line "making love in the green grass/behind the stadium with you".
Hey where did we go, Days when the rains came Down in the hollow, Playin' a new game, Laughing and a running hey, hey Skipping and a jumping In the misty morning fog with Our hearts a thumpin' and you My brown eyed girl, You my brown eyed girl. Whatever happened To Tuesday and so slow Going down the old mine With a transistor radio Standing in the sunlight laughing, Hiding behind a rainbow's wall, Slipping and sliding All along the water fall, with you My brown eyed girl, You my brown eyed girl. Do you remember when we used to sing, Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da So hard to find my way, Now that I'm all on my own. I saw you just the other day, My how you have grown, Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometime I'm overcome thinking 'bout Making love in the green grass Behind the stadium with you My brown eyed girl You my brown eyed girl Do you remember when we used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da.
5) Jonathan W. - Wish by Nine Inch Nails. This is why I have to tell you the stories behind the songs, if I were to just tell you I dedicate Wish to Jon without explaining why and you knew/read the lyrics you would say to yourself, wow what did this guy do to her that she hates him so much? This is in fact not true at all. Jon is probably my best male friend, ever. Mostly because were are almost the exact same two people, you know separated at birth kind of thing. We dated for like a day (O.K. more like a month) but I broke up with him even though I still liked him a lot for a kind of complicated reason involving the fact that we were too much alike, I didn't want to lose him as a friend, and I was still not quite over another ex. We didn't talk for a while, and for a while I even thought he may be dead (he was suicidal in his younger years) but we got back in touch and have stayed quite good friends for a number of years now. The reason he recieved "Wish" is it was the song which was playing when we were first introduced. We both loved NIN and we both worked building sets for Boston University Stage Troop.
This is the first day of my last daysI built it up now I take it apart Climbed up real highNow fall down real farNo need for me to stayThe last thing left I just threw it awayI put my faith in God and my trust in youNow there's nothing more fucked up I could doWish there was something realWish there was something trueWish there was something realIn this world full of youI'm the one without a soulI'm the one with this big fucking holeNo new tale to tellTwenty-six years on my way to hellGotta listen to your big time, hard line, bad luck fist fuckDon't think you're having all the funYou know me I hate everyoneWish there was something realWish there was something trueWish there was something realIn this world full of youI want to but I can't turn backBut I want to, but I can't turn backWish there was something realWish there was something trueWish there was something realIn this world full of you
6) M. Gates R. - Who Knew by Pink. Gates is probably the only person whom I wished I had married, aside from my husband (who of course I actually did). It took me almost two years to even date anyone after we broke up, even though I tried not to make a big deal of it at the time (because really when someone lets you know they don't think it's working out what're you really supposed to say or do that isn't going to make you look like an idiot). We dated for 2 years and seven months (how sad that I remember) and I think we attempted to stay friends for a few more after that, but I can't remember if he thought me being around still was holding him back from moving on or if I just found it too painful to continue trying to be friends with him, that we just stopped talking or hanging out all together. He gets this song mostly for the particular line "if someone said three years from now you'd be long gone/I'd stand up and punch them out 'cause they'd be all wrong" since at the time I was still Goth and really into angry industrial Music (well ok I'm still into that ) and I remember being so thrilled the day he finally asked me out that I think I quite literally would have had a fight with anyone that told me it wasn't going to last. Too bad if that had happened they would have been right.
You took my handYou showed me howYou promised me you'd be aroundUh huhThat's rightI took your wordsAnd I believedIn everythingYou said to meYeah huhThat's rightIf someone said three years from nowYou'd be long goneI'd stand up and punch them outCause they're all wrongI know betterCause you said foreverAnd everWho knewRemember when we were such foolsAnd so convinced and just too coolOh noNo noI wish I could touch you againI wish I could still call you friendI'd give anythingWhen someone said count your blessings now'fore they're long goneI guess I just didn't know howI was all wrongThey knew betterStill you said foreverAnd everWho knewYeah yeahI'll keep you locked in my headUntil we meet againUntil weUntil we meet againAnd I won't forget you my friendWhat happenedIf someone said three years from nowYou'd be long goneI'd stand up and punch them outCause they're all wrong andThat last kissI'll cherishUntil we meet againAnd time makesIt harderI wish I could rememberBut I keepYour memoryYou visit me in my sleepMy darlingWho knewMy darlingMy darlingWho knewMy darlingI miss youMy darlingWho knewWho knew |
| posted by IshtarAndromeda @ 8:36 AM |
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| Thursday, June 14, 2007 |
| Birthday Wishes [LJ Repost] |
*part of a series of posts I am cross-posting. I'm finally within the MySpace timeline, which means these posts will be dated the actual date/time they were originally posted* I won't be home Sunday, so an early Happy Birthday to adarklake |
| posted by IshtarAndromeda @ 9:34 PM |
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| What is wrong with me? [LJ Repost] |
*part of a series of posts I am cross-posting. I'm finally within the MySpace timeline, which means these posts will be dated the actual date/time they were originally posted*
I feel like I am betraying my husband or something. I totally just named a character on Guild Wars after one of my ex-bf's. The one right before my husband in fact, who is probably the only person I still have feelings for besides my friend Jon. I dunno I couldn't help it, see he's a monk (my ex used to do kickboxing as a hobby) and they start you off with the blondish hair and they naturally have a larger build and the lighter skin and well long story short I ended up giving him the hairdo that was long enough to put in a ponytail but shaved underneath (which is the hairstyle my ex had when we dated) and a different face and yeah he just looked so much like him when we used to date that I couldn't help myself so I named him Abraxas (which is a nicnkname my ex used to use esp. in games) Gates (which is his real name, Ok well his middle name but he used to go by that and still does I think). It's just kind of wrong... but I couldn't think of anything else when I made him and I hate the fact that normally i sit there for like 3 hours looking at the character creation screen trying to think of names. P.S. Annie, my other char is Ishtar Andromeda (Fighter/Necro), not that we'll probably even play at the same time unless you have a day off.ETA: Playing the game with a monk already makes more sense, now I actually know who the girl IS they show in the darn cutscene. LOL! |
| posted by IshtarAndromeda @ 10:29 AM |
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| Friday, June 8, 2007 |
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*part of a series of posts I am cross-posting. I'm finally within the MySpace timeline, which means these posts will be dated the actual date/time they were originally posted*
I'm am now officially beta-testing Warhammer Online: Age of Reckoning, as if I needed another game to play! Amusingly I've never technically played the tabletop game, I've only watched people play it, but it always looked kind of neat and I am a sucker for pretty much any MMORPG. I felt like a total loser filling out the application when I started listing my online gaming experience, like the guy on the other end was picturing me as this gigantic fat pimple faced person with no life (like the female version of the guy in the World of Warcraft South Park Episode). It went kind of like this: List the games you have beta tested: Second Life Everquest Online Adventures (PS2) City of Villians List all the MMORPGs you have played: Second Life Everquest Online Adventures (PS2) City of Villians City of Heroes Everquest Everquest 2 Final Fantasy XI World of Warcraft Anarchy Online Star Wars Galaxy The list of what I haven't played is shorter! LOL! And of course I am also half tempted to sneak over and play Guild Wars with alienpigpenwhich would add another to my list. |
| posted by IshtarAndromeda @ 8:44 AM |
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