They're kind of awesome like that.
big damn lj
ain't it just?
05 October 2009 @ 11:20 pm
Oh, god knows I'm a pain in the ass when I'm sick. I generally prefer to be left alone, so I can suffer in private, but my family has a way of bringing me things when I need them, like water or some food.
They're kind of awesome like that.
They're kind of awesome like that.
on the tape deck: Into the Nothing, Breaking Benjamin
show me
29 September 2009 @ 02:04 pm
Not even a little. I am the most uncompetitive person you could probably imagine. Also, I cheat at those games. But then, so does everyone else, so it all just dissolves about an hour in, anyway.
Also, who the hell has ever finished a game of Monopoly, anyway?
Also, who the hell has ever finished a game of Monopoly, anyway?
on the tape deck: Atoll, Smile Empty Soul
31 August 2009 @ 03:01 pm
I participated in A Day Without a Gay, a boycott of all jobs in order to show narrow-minded co-workers that people they knew and worked with every day were gay and/or supported their rights.
on the tape deck: Violence Fetish, Disturbed
25 August 2009 @ 11:01 am
... I'm not overly enthusiastic about needles, and bone marrow transplants are supposed to hurt like a bitch. They'd have to give me an extraordinarily good reason, or chloroform.
on the tape deck: Unforgiven III, Metallica
10 August 2009 @ 04:12 pm
Several things.
01. Eat the fucking receipt.
02. Blue hair dye turns green after a few days. Your best bet is to bleach beforehand.
03. Never drink screwdrivers.
04. Don't take yourself too seriously. There's enough hilarious shit out there that no one should be able to keep a straight face.
And... then I'd probably make out with myself. JUST TO SAY I DID.
on the tape deck: Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic, Ra
16 July 2009 @ 12:32 am
Today was a day
for thirteen hours of X-Files
and junk food. That's it.
for thirteen hours of X-Files
and junk food. That's it.
on the tape deck: Dead Souls, Nine Inch Nails
14 July 2009 @ 02:57 am
03 July 2009 @ 09:44 am
Road trip!
The thing about the summer is that it actually does get too hot to eat, which I have always thought to be kind of cool. Combine that with mountain weather (hot in the day, cooler at night), and being on the road, that is just one awesome way to be, my friends.
The thing about the summer is that it actually does get too hot to eat, which I have always thought to be kind of cool. Combine that with mountain weather (hot in the day, cooler at night), and being on the road, that is just one awesome way to be, my friends.
on the tape deck: Sick & Tired, Default
02 July 2009 @ 11:42 pm
Why, yes. It's called LiveJournal, perhaps you've heard of it?
Also? Diary of Anne Frank. Yeesh, people, kick her while she's down.
Also? Diary of Anne Frank. Yeesh, people, kick her while she's down.
on the tape deck: Turn Me On, "Mr. Deadman", Union Underground
28 June 2009 @ 07:55 pm
I've had to use the Heimleich maneuver on my little brother, once. He was snarfing down some kind of meat at the speed of light, stopped, and started gesturing at his throat.
The first words out of my mouth were, "Do you need the Heimleich?" While practical (if someone is actually choking, they can't speak), but it still struck me as funny.
The first words out of my mouth were, "Do you need the Heimleich?" While practical (if someone is actually choking, they can't speak), but it still struck me as funny.
16 June 2009 @ 10:22 pm
Hospitals. No one's ever there because they want to be, and chances are good that if you're there, it's because you can't leave.
Also, those things are haunted as fuck. True story.
Also, those things are haunted as fuck. True story.
on the tape deck: Fighting Tao, Hurt
06 June 2009 @ 11:57 am
The French term 'interdit', which directly translates into 'forbidden'. You'll see it on signs saying 'Entre Interdit', meaning 'Do Not Enter'.
It always cracked me up in France when a teacher or fellow student would come up to me, explaining why what I was doing was 'interdit', because when I translated the phrase in my head, I got images of condemning church officials pointing at me, screaming, "THAT IS FORBIDDEN!!!"
I got in some trouble while visiting France, mostly because I could not take anyone seriously. Personally, I think they need a less archaic word for 'you're not allowed'. But 'interdit' is still my favorite.
It always cracked me up in France when a teacher or fellow student would come up to me, explaining why what I was doing was 'interdit', because when I translated the phrase in my head, I got images of condemning church officials pointing at me, screaming, "THAT IS FORBIDDEN!!!"
I got in some trouble while visiting France, mostly because I could not take anyone seriously. Personally, I think they need a less archaic word for 'you're not allowed'. But 'interdit' is still my favorite.
on the tape deck: Engel, Rammstein
12 May 2009 @ 05:49 pm
Tile the floors, paint the cabinets, install a new shower,
Lay down gravel, knock down walls, plant new flowers.
Working for my parents till everything throbs,
While desperately searching for a job,
because at least then I'd be paid by the hour.
on the tape deck: Medicate, Breaking Benjamin
01 May 2009 @ 01:44 pm
28 April 2009 @ 01:26 pm
There's Christopher McCandless wild, and then there's The Jungle Book wild.
I'm choosing to address the former.
I think I could survive maybe a week, before I ran out of food/money, or got into trouble.
But it'd be fun!
I'm choosing to address the former.
I think I could survive maybe a week, before I ran out of food/money, or got into trouble.
But it'd be fun!
27 April 2009 @ 12:56 pm
Downloading the Fast and Furious soundtrack turned out to be a less than stellar idea, if my Walkman playlist is anything to go by.
19 April 2009 @ 07:14 pm
I really, really couldn't.
I can go without speaking to others for... a long time, sure. But I talk to myself, nonstop. It's not anything sinister (I don't think...), I just keep a running monologue of my day-to-day activities.
I've also had about four hours sleep, so stop encouraging me, LJ!
I can go without speaking to others for... a long time, sure. But I talk to myself, nonstop. It's not anything sinister (I don't think...), I just keep a running monologue of my day-to-day activities.
I've also had about four hours sleep, so stop encouraging me, LJ!
on the tape deck: Every Day Is Exactly The Same, NIN
16 April 2009 @ 11:53 am
I have got to give kudos for this one.
But, sadly, I have no one favorite line.
Here are my favorites, in general. Yes, I read poetry. Shut up.
"Oů, rimant au milieu des ombres fantastiques,
Comme des lyres, je tirais les élastiques
De mes souliers blessés, un pied pre`s de mon coeur."
Ma Bohème
Arthur Rimbaud
"The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun."
Song of Myself
Walt Whitman
"A penny for the Old Guy."
The Hollow Men
T.S. Eliot
(actually, this whole damn poem is awesome)
"The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
The Second Coming
William Butler Yeats
Trust me, they're good.
But, sadly, I have no one favorite line.
Here are my favorites, in general. Yes, I read poetry. Shut up.
Comme des lyres, je tirais les élastiques
De mes souliers blessés, un pied pre`s de mon coeur."
Ma Bohème
Arthur Rimbaud
"The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun."
Song of Myself
Walt Whitman
"A penny for the Old Guy."
The Hollow Men
T.S. Eliot
(actually, this whole damn poem is awesome)
"The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
The Second Coming
William Butler Yeats
Trust me, they're good.
on the tape deck: Hate To Say I Told You So, The Hives
15 April 2009 @ 10:31 am
Animal House, and how I was not sure how to work this LJ thing, anyhow.
Long time ago...
Long time ago...
on the tape deck: Our Lips are Sealed, The Go-Go's
