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Black Rose Immortal
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I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven
I watched flies fuck on channel 11
There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink
Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink
And there's no ring, there's no ring on the phone anymore
There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
At the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
Your private eye
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
You won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
-Private Eye by Alkaline Trio
last modified Jun 14, 2006 at 1:46
Sad, eh?
I'm fairly certain I'm the twisted little thing curled in a ball rather than the attractive girl with the metal breastplate, but then, you never know. (although the fact that she's holding the poor soul in her hand is something that I can relate to)
Just one week left until school starts... sad thing is that my sleeping schedule is from 4 am to 2 pm. Yeah, I don't think the old all-nighter trick the night before is going to work this time... I suppose I would need to by some school supplies, but I'm fine actually. If anything, I have to give Biff money first for the good time he showed me the other night. in Going the Distance. It was very good.
I'm getting randomly depressed again. Maybe listening to Space-Dye Vest doesn't help there...
There's no one to take my blame
if they wanted to
There's nothing to keep me sane
and it's all the same to you
There's nowhere to set my aim
so I'm everywhere
Never come near me again
do you really think I need you
I had a very fucked up dream last night, as usual. This one involved live sacrifices, which meant watching live kids being set on fire to the tunes of Evanescence. A nightmare causing nightmares. Worst kind.
Anywho, I'm off to play more videogames. It's the only thing right now that'll keep me sane...
What do you see when you look into my eyes? (Feel free to use the photo below for inspiration)
I can't stop staring at it, and not because I'm narcissistic, but because it tells me a lot about who I am. The eyes give it away.
Screw it, I'm just being weird.
Saturday makes it 366 days my blog has been up, making it exactly one year so far. (366? Why not 365? Simple. Leap Year.)
Appropriate title, concerning the picture at the bottom of this post.
What? There's a picture at the bottom of this post? Why yes, there is. Unfortunately, it's not visible unless you read the entire post from beginning to end, so don't even think about just skipping over what I worked for so many hard hours to create. Write. Whatever.
Bah!
Anywho, here is the details of my trip;
At 11:59 am on August 2, my bus departed from the bus terminal. I had a seat way at the back to myself. I was lucky. That meant I had the space of two chairs to sleep in (which wasn't much, to be honest) Even so, I only managed to sleep for maybe an hour that first night. Had breakfast the next morning at A&W's. Met a kid who loves Dream Theater, and plans to go into Berkeley University's music program. He left soon after that stop. Uneventful the rest of the way, until Winnipeg at about 10:00 pm. Had to switch buses, so I had to sit next to a guy near the front. He was a trucker. Talkative. Sometime during the middle of the night, I switched to a seat that had just been vacated. Managed to get half an hour of sleep there. Then we reached Regina in the morning where I switched buses (almost forgetting my pillow on the last one) and managed to get a bus that had only a handful of people. Uneventful the rest of the way. Reached Calgary finally, where my brother picked me up.
We walked around a bit, took a bus back to his place, where I promptly fell asleep. Watched movies, ate pizza, read. Basically just hung around until it was time to leave for Kelowna. The plan was to take the late bus, but my brother, unfortunately, decided to go out drinking and came back too inebriated to catch the bus. So we decided to take the bus next morning, arriving late. We barely caught that one. Even so, there were several accidents on the road, so we arrived two hours late. But we arrived.
There were many people there, in the midst of eating supper. Handful of cousins, lots of aunts and uncles, friends of the family, and my grandfather. Being shy, I just hung out way in the back, keeping mostly to myself. Didn't talk much. Most of them left that night. The rest left the next day, except one uncle, who stayed with us for two weeks or so. My brother left after one week.
During those three weeks, I picked out a stack of twenty books, and started making my way through them. Didn't really visit with my dad much. He tried to push his opinion on me often, and lecture me too. My day consisted of waking up, taking a shower, eating breakfast, going outside and reading for a couple hours. Come inside and read for a couple hours. Have dinner. Read outside for a couple hours. Come inside and watch TV. Go to bed. Fun stuff, eh? Every now and then I'd go with my dad or my uncle and look around town. There was a beach just a block away, but I felt disinclined to visit it.I dislike sw mming alone, and I didn't feel like meeting new people. Plus it was extremely hot and humid there. It never fell below 35 the entire time I was there.
We played golf a couple times. My first time. Hence I missed the ball quite often on the first two holes. By the ninth hole, I was getting the best scores. Quick learner that I am. Second time, just me and my dad. I finished 10 behind him. He golfs often, and usually gets par on every hole. We also went to see AvP, which was much better than expected, if a bit short. Predator kicks ass. Mother Alien was cool. Ending was the most cliched and expected you can guess happening.
My grandfather, whom I think is in his 80's, wasn't in the best of health most of time, but I still managed to talk with him a bit. As for what I said earlier, I'll just hand out one word; Eckankar.
So, after those boring three weeks, I took the bus back to Calgary which was quite unenjoyable. One person was almost left behind. Then soon after, the engine broke and started burning oil which made the whole bus stink. We had to open the roof exits, which made an awful lot of noise for most of the trip. One of the drivers had it in him to close it at around 2 in the morning while the bus was driving. Hence, as soon as he released the lock, it flew back and slammed into the roof of the bus, waking everyone who was sleeping... if they were able to. During this time, I had two different people sit beside me at different times. Being late, we didn't talk much. We arrived in Calgary at 5 in the morning, with my ass hurting. I took a cab to Chris's, and slept until well into the day. Watched Dances With Wolves, and Hellboy. Excellent and Good, respectively.
The next day, we hit the town. We went to the Chinook center, and watched Spiderman 2 in Imax. (Let me tell you, nothing else compares.) Spiderman 2 easily became one of my favourite movies of all time. (It is at this point I am reminded of a certain Loserz comic)
We then went to Chapters and HMV, wherein I blew about $200 of my money. I'll tell what I arrived home with after. After that, we took the C-Train around town. We went to the Calgary Tower, which was cool. Then we eventually made our way back home, where I indulged myself in the new music I bought. I fell asleep at 4, and woke up two hours later, because I had to catch the bus at 8 and I wasn't packed yet. I call a cab at 8, arrive at the bus terminal just in time to watch the bus drive away. So I wait for the next bus which was scheduled to arrive at 1:30. Quite a wait.
The bus arrived, filled up, and as it turned out, was full. So, I had to wait another hour for the next bus. It was worth it. It was mostly empty, so I got my choice of seats. I picked the very back of the bus, which was the only place that 3 seats together, instead of 2. Thusly, I was able to actually stretch out. The next 20 hours passed in relative comfortness. Until Winnipeg however.
In Winnipeg, they crammed us all into one bus. Arriving as one of the later ones, I had to sit next someone. In my case, it was an old man, who I would have to sit next to for the next 24 hours. Really uncomfortable. Try spending 24 hours in something as comfortable as a kitchen chair, with barely any room to move. Ouch.
The movies on the bus rides were; Life, or something like it.-crap
Down with love. -Awesome. Loved it.
Envy. -Stupid. Even Ben Stiller and Christopher Walken couldn't save it. Had it's moments.
Here on Earth -Very stupid. Even if it was written by a female, it had no good points.
Road to El Dorado -didn't watch
and some movie with J.Lo. which was reason enough in itself to not watch it. (Does anyone else find it wholly appropriate that she uses her ass, of all things, to sell her music?)
Anyways, by the end of the excruciating busride, I was nearly jumping for joy that it was finally over. I couldn't jump though, much less stand. By the time I step through the door, I'm broke, tired, and sore all over. First thing I do? Head for the computer. Figures.
And that was my trip. I'm certain I'm missing quite a bit, but... well, fuck it.
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Music CDs
-Def Leppard - Pyromania
-Kid Rock - Cocky
-Helloween - Treasure Chest
-Blind Guardian - Live
-Rhapsody - Tales From the Emerald Sword Saga
-Nirvana - In Utero
-AC[lightning bolt]DC - Back in Black
-Judas Priest - The Best of Judas Priest
-Leahy - In All Things (their newest one. Wonder if Marie has it)
DVDs
-Iron Maiden - Rock in Rio (Woo!)
-Rammstein - Lichtspielhaus
Books
-Way too many to mention, but most notably The Last Light of the Sun by Guy Gavriel Kay, my favourite authour.
Anywho, that's been my life for the past three weeks. Fun, huh?
Apologies to all for not making it to the punk show. Dr. Strangelove was just too appealing to turn down.
And since you all asked for it...
*crickets chirping*
...Screw you all then. I'm posting it anyways.
This was taken during the time I stole Lex's Digital camera and took photos of myself. Out of about 50, that was one of the better ones, and one of the few appropriate enough to put on my blog.
Let me end by saying (or pleading, rather) that you fill in the mini-quiz below. Nothing makes me happier than hearing about myself.
And it wasn't coherent. Sorry.
Okay, because I seriously have nothing better to do... (courtesy of WiggleGigs)
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. How have I affected you?
5. What do you think of me?
6. What's the fondest memory you have of me?
7. How long do you think we will be friends?
8. Do you love me?
9. Do you have a crush on me?
10. Would you kiss me?
11. Would you hug me?
12. Physically, what stands out?
13. Emotionally, what stands out?
14. Do you wish I was cooler?
15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I?
16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
17. Am I loveable?
18. How long have you known me?
19. Describe me in one word.
20. What was your first impression?
21. Do you still think that way about me now?
22. What do you think my weakness is?
23. Do you think I'll get married?
24. What makes me happy?
25. What makes me sad?
26. What reminds you of me?
27. If you could give me anything what would it be?
28. How well do you know me?
29. When's the last time you saw me?
30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
31. Do you think I could kill someone?
32. Are you going to put this on your LJ/Blog and see what I say about you?
Yeah, I'm bored, I know, and I want people to comment so I hve something to read and think about. If you would all kindly indulge me...
Some of these answers are going to be interesting, I think...
Btw, I will post later tonight involving the details of my trip, now that I'm finally settled back into the ass-groove on my computer chair. Wish me luck, and let's hope I'm not lazy when it comes to delivering.
okay movie, that one.
3 hours of sleep in as many days.
I like sleep, I just don't like the work involved in getting there.
Plus my ass and knees feel like PAIN thanks to that damn greyhound.
And wouldn't you know it? My grandfather checked into the hospital today.
Anywho, post tomorrow. I promise it'll be coherent.
I'm shaking like a vibrator at a... wait, I already used that one... different circumstance though... I'm just shaking for no reason that I can think of and prove offhand.
Nice to be back.
I'm tired beyond all my reasonable limits, and thus, will be trying to sleep as soon as I finish typing this post. (Yes, I know it's 12:30 in the afternoon. Bite me. Better yet, bite him --->)
So as such, just little details for now while I post the full monty later on.
Highlights will include:
-over 100 hours spent on a bus being the most bored and tired and uncomfortable I have ever been
-repairing relations with my brother. He only hit me once. His cat tore my arm to shreds though
-my infamous shopping exploits where money just seems to fly out of my wallet faster than a hummingbird (hence leaving me broke)
-meeting some 30-odd people in one day whom I barely have the vaguest recollection of for most of them, then watching them all leave that night
-kicking myself for being selfish and not going to see my grandmother earlier, which I could have while she was still alive
-talking with the patriarch of the family who turns out to be a spiritual leader and enjoys walking around the house naked
-reading exciting book after book, day after day
-getting lectured by my dad on anything and everything, since he didn't have to worry about long distance costs while I was there
-missing the hell out of everybody
So, I just summed up three in a half weeks in three and a half minutes. Now, off to bed. Bed. Mmmm...
I tell you, the solution to bedwetting is electric blankets. They'll be shaking like the only vibrator at an all-lesbian sleepover.
Anyways, this will be my last post for several weeks. I leave tonight, and arrive in Calgary in a couple days. I will spend a night or three at my brother's place, before we head out to Kelowna to meet the family, including my dad. From there it's all up in the air, but I can stay as long as I want, I am told. I'm looking forward to meeting my cousin Ward who is a member of Canada's national BMX team, and is at the world's championships right now or something. I want to steal his bike collection. I am also told to talk to as many of my relatives as possible. They're the usual stock of geniuses, apparently, one in particular getting his masters degree in Stem Cell research. Professors, Scientists, and the like. Makes me feel stupid. It doesn't take much to do that.
And don't say I'm not. Everyone is stupid.
I still have yet to pack for the trip too. Yay procrastination.
Anyways, I'm going to miss most of you. I'll live though. I always do...
Of course, I'll miss Regan most of all, but that shouldn't surprise anyone. Even the Martians know about that.
It's just crazy enough that it might work... if you were in a mental institution that is. Where else would you get cat nuns? Not in an animal hospital... or an animal church for that matter... at least according to 'The Man'...
o_O
Yeah, I don't get it either.
I'm rooting for Link in the 3rd annual GameFAQs character battle. He won the first one.
I just realized, I'm a member of the RPG-D and the RPGE... go me and my geekiness.
Hey, people are debating theology and politics in the same topic. Quick! Somebody get a dumb extinguisher!
+++ Divide By Cucumber Error. Please Reinstall Universe And Reboot +++
"The President has been kidnapped by ninjas! --Are you a bad enough dude to save the president?!"
There was a group of orphans who planned an escape. The escape failed and the orphans all died because God hates orphans.
Hmm... I'm probably going to be the kind of person who goes shopping and asks myself, "What kind of coffee table defines me as a person?"
I wanna get down on my knees and start pleasin' Jesus
I wanna feel his sweet salvation all over my face!
er... no thanks.
Post to come later tonight.
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