i have delicious tea, as well

Things I Hate:
• The Faint, for selling out their SF dates before I even realized they were happening. Dammit, dammit, dammit!

• The heat. I do love you, California, but I have no air conditioning in my car. Take pity on me and cool it down just a wee bit, please?

• The job market. And the economy. And gas prices ($4.61 last Sunday!). And pretty much everything else about America right now. Eeergh!

Things I Love:
• The yogurt place in Sacramento I went to yesterday. Mochii! Tasteh frozen yogurt with bits of delicious mochi atop. Nom nom nom. It pretty much made my day. I also bought some cute biscuits that would have made my evening, except all the cute little emoticon faces melted off in the sheer heat of the day. Awww!

• Mah new iPod. I've never had one (I know, shocking), outside a third-hand shuffle that was much loved, but very tiny in capacity. I named it Wildflower, and I love it more than I can countenance. Because I didn't buy a case, the back is already totally destroyed, but the front has bravely survived. To further that, I sewed a little red and white case with soft fuzzy lining last night. Eee!

• Thrift stores. Purchased yesterday: the amazing black lace dress I am wearing today. The pale satin lining makes it look like I am naked, but it fits perfectly. Four dollars! Also, the tiny brown pleated skirt that was only two dollars. Eee! If I could find some nice white shoes, I would be set.

• The internet, for providing me with music so beautiful it is sometimes impossible to believe.

posted Friday, June 13th, 2008 | comment at eljay

tally-ho, wot wot!

The internets at home, they work so well it is incredible. I lie, by the way. I lie horribly. The internets work about as well as two week old roadkill.

And I am trying to come up with anything worth telling you lot, but there is nothing. I spend my days reading, working, and looking for a new job.

I did get to hold a baby duckling yesterday. It peeped quite charmingly and attempted to eat my necklace. Ankle deep in marsh muck and being attacked by hordes of mosquitoes, it was still very relaxing.

Watching House tonight, they used both Jos� Gonz�lez and Iron & Wine. My heart, be still!

Honestly? Life is pretty good.

posted Tuesday, May 20th, 2008 | comment at eljay

thinking thoughts in adjectives

Not really a meme, but something I was thinking about the other day. Feel free to go anon on this, if you want.

1. Pick five positive words you think describe yourself.
2. Pick five negative words you think describe yourself.
3. Pick five words you hope other people use when they describe you.

Mine:

1. Kind, polite, empathic, engaging, sincere.
2. Lazy, unreliable, clumsy, obnoxious, cold.
3. Intelligent, interesting, amusing, thoughtful, friendly.

posted Wednesday, April 16th, 2008 | comment at eljay

not like this says anything about my clientele

Just had the image in my head of a bunch of web/graphic designers sitting around a campfire, telling horror stories. One of them ends with "...and he wanted it in Comic Sans!", and they all shriek in girlish horror, clutching at each other for support.

Hi, I'm at work!

posted Friday, April 11th, 2008 | comment at eljay

a thousand words less

I totally wanted to post a happy entry, but I have no words that can really describe my happy, so I figured I'd sum it up in this: I am ridiculously pleased with this photo. And that just makes life brilliantly awesome.

Also, those rainbow socks? Totally mine. I own rainbow socks. WIN.

posted Wednesday, April 9th, 2008 | comment at eljay

why can't it be a year from now?

A blue-mascaraed old lady told me yesterday that I was a disaster. I should have told her she was a cunt, but instead I just went and sat outside on the curb and tried not to cry. I know I'm clumsy, but I try to make up for it, and I'm very sorry for being so disorganized. Why can people be so mean, sometimes?

This is my announcement: I am leaving/have left TFL Staff. So, feel free to take me off those filters. I should have posted this a month or so ago, but I just... am not here, anymore. I'll probably do an adoption post soon: don't get too excited, it probably won't be very big.

I started seeing my therapist again last Tuesday, for stress-related reasons. Yesterday I saw a boy with marks all over his arms and I didn't know what to do. Am I really the best person to offer advice?

It would be incredibly neat if any of the people I have contacted about full-time jobs would even email me back. I'm very tired of this waiting game.

Taking summer math classes, to catch up with some missed credits before I can transfer over to a CSU. Basic, basic math, but I have class four times a week, two and a half hours. For three months. Blaaaargh. At least I won't feel so math-deficient, afterwards. I am pretty much so incredibly bad at math it is horrifying.

Most days are better than today, but right now I just feel so lost. I have a purpose, it's just taking too long to get there.

posted Monday, April 7th, 2008 | comment at eljay

rrrrrrrrrrgh.

You know what I hate most? Transference. Because something applies to someone, they believe it applies to everyone. As in, because I hated babies and then magically wanted them a few years later, clearly the same thing will happen to you. Because I changed my mind about getting a tattoo, you will too. Because that lady over there hates her life as an artist, so will you.

And do any of those people live inside my head? Fortunately, no.

The baby thing is the most irritating, to me. People who have had children seem to ignore the fact that there is a growing tendency towards childlessness. If you are older, this is, apparently, perfectly acceptable. But if you are my age, and nearing the "breeding age", it is impossible to think that you will never want an infestation in your uterus.

This is similar to what one of my coworkers said to me, the other week, about "working through" my panic attacks. To him, it is simply a problem of doing something enough times that you become immune to it. Which is the most utterly retarded thing I have ever heard, when it comes to any sort of mental issue. Yes! That's why I stayed depressed for so long! I was trying to become immune to it! Of course! Yeah, whatever.

I wish that I could open up my brain and allow people to see inside my head. I would give him the oil-slicked terror in my head during anxiety attacks, and I would give everyone else the shuddering, crawling horror at the idea of pregnancy.

(Really, it's not the children. I'm not that stupid. I will probably adopt one day. But the sheer disgust at the idea of having anything like that inside of me - no.)

posted Monday, March 31st, 2008 | comment at eljay

portishead portishead portishead!

Why is it not April 11th, already? Hneeeeeee.

No longer fuzzy! Vicodin and my stomach do not agree. I don't like being fuzzy-headed, so that wasn't very fun, either. Jaw hurts a bit, but I refuse to give in to the pain medication. I want to be able to think later.

The best part of yesterday: discovering that I had twenty dollars worth of change in my room. Woot! Totally exchanged it for cash. Do a happy unexpected money dance!

I have absolutely nothing of relevance to post. Hrm. People! Tell me something awesome about today! Or horrible, I guess that works too.

posted Saturday, March 8th, 2008 | comment at eljay

my salvation lies in your love

As a point of interest, I watched 1.5 episodes of Firefly. They kind of sucked. The boy claims they are bad episodes. In a series that contains only so many, that doesn't seem a very good indicator, to me, of the rest of the series' quality.

The most recent ex-boything is on a road trip out West, and we've agreed to meet up for coffee-or-something. This is intriguing to me, especially as we exchange friendly emails back and forth. Now that time has driven sanity and neutrality between us, I'm looking forward to being friends with him again.

I've mostly calmed down about the tooth removal - now I'm just anxious to get it over with so I can stop fretting. I will be fine. I willlll.

If only I weren't so tired, constantly. I just want to curl up and sleep for a few years. In between wanting to spend all day outside, rolling around in the grass. It's a tough choice, but for now, the grass is winning.

(Two weeks ago: the removal of the lip stud. Two days ago: the birth of the second eyebrow piercing.)

posted Tuesday, March 4th, 2008 | comment at eljay

it pours down on me

The sky was flat, grey. The sort of sky that comes after a long day of absolute beauty - the sort of day where you go on a long walk and end up falling asleep underneath a pear tree that has never born anything but wooden, ornamental fruit. The toads cannot stop chirruping pleasant mating calls. Tiny birds take flight and flutter abruptly to stop amidst the cotton tree leaves.

The flat sky collected the day's heat, and everything felt humid and tired. The sort of sky that let out occasional fat drops of rain. Summer rain - the sort that sizzles on hot asphalt and leaves the taste of gasoline and the smell of dust.

In March.

Wednesday, they take out a wisdom tooth. My patient chart says "desires sedation". Unfortunately, the patient did not realize that to be knocked out means to have an IV. The mere thought causes severe hand spasms and a sudden onset of horrified, depressed tears. I will have to be sedated for that process.

They keep telling me it will be fine, that it's easy, that it means nothing. It'll be over before I know it, it won't hurt that bad. Nobody's listening. I know it will be fine. I know it won't hurt that badly. I've done it all before. And I can't handle it.

Beth had me make a list of anxieties, obsessive habits I needed to work out, work through. At the top of the list was "dentist". It's still pinned to my wall. If my life collapses in a depressed heap before I even get through the procedure, have I even begun to accomplish that goal?

posted Saturday, March 1st, 2008 | comment at eljay

you may say i'm a dreamer

Happy birthday, Megan!

As of the last two weeks, I essentially do not have internet at home. It works alright between the hours of midnight and 4 am, but, as you can guess, I am generally asleep at that point. So. I can sort of get email, but that's pretty much the extent of the capabilities. I will probably toss myself off something with frustration, soon.

In other news, I bought a jacket a month and a half ago, and it got lost. The seller is going to try to make a lost item claim. The ironic, irritating bit? It was coming from somewhere about an hour away. I would have gladly have driven to pick it up. Dammit!

In the last few months I've been casually browsing the local apartment listings. I may actually start looking in earnest, shortly. This is a scary thought. I can do it! *determined* Everyone keeps warning me away from living with the boyfriend (and the best friend, it should be noted), but you know what? I'm going to be impulsive. I've been trying to be more emotional, more human, and this is it. I'm tired of just wanting to do things. I'm going to start doing them.

Tomorrow: dentist. Oral surgery is in the near future: gum recession sucks. The good thing, however, is that it's on two teeth that I've always wanted to have shifted (they're... sideways?), so I'm looking at this as a positive thing. Hopefully the dentist will have some good news.

posted Monday, February 25th, 2008 | comment at eljay

poll! check check check woot!

View Poll: Poll of Curiousness

This question comes mostly from my desire to know if, outside the West Coast, this is as common as it is here. (The stuff offered at my local deli may not be what polite society calls "sushi", but at least it pretends.)

I AM A MESS. Officially! But I am okay with that, for right now. I won't be, like, tomorrow, when I have a nervous fit, convinced everyone in the world hates me. Right now, though? I am feeling pretty good about life. I've got an idea, and I've got a plan. I can do this.

Also: has anyone ever actually said "harbinger" out loud? Eeeeh? Thought not.

posted Wednesday, February 20th, 2008 | comment at eljay

before i start panicking

Like a horror film, I fantasize about my skin peeling apart, the flesh splitting and cracking. My arms dusty roads never traveled, the dessert floor veined with blood.

I want to hide myself behind you, and I want you to see me, naked, crouching, teeth bared. I want you to kick me. I want you to make it better.

(She thinks: why do I spend half my time deliciously content, and the rest of it wanting to claw myself apart? She thinks: side-effects include mood-swings.)

posted Friday, February 15th, 2008 | comment at eljay

motivation ftw!

My mother bought my siblings and I chocolate for Valentine's. The type differs by the child, and I think my mother's assessment of the three of us is both amusing. And accurate. My little sister got milk chocolate (standard, smooth, popular). My brother got white chocolate (odd, out-of-the box, interesting). I got extra dark. Make what you will, of that last one.

I've immersed myself in my projects, recently. My digital portfolio is halfway done; I'm watching for jobs carefully. If I can find something in my field I will be a most pleased little web designer.

The other large project (started forever ago, resumed recently) is a cookbook. Not of anything original or unique; but merely a collection of recipes I've found in magazines or online, and from my mother's large collection. This is actually pretty exciting; eventually, I'll have a large collection of recipes I know I like. Typing them all up takes some time, but typing is actually ridiculously calming.

Speaking of typing, I'm slowly puzzling out a story idea, in my head. This is also exciting. More on that when it doesn't fizzle out like every other story idea.

I'm not sure why, exactly, but recently, I've been feeling very motivated.

posted Thursday, February 14th, 2008 | comment at eljay

attica! attica! attica!

The only acceptable form of web design is hand-coding. Dreamweaver can go to the same hell as FrontPage. It is a cold, frozen wasteland of tags that do absolutely nothing at all, and margins that belong to nothing at all.

Sincerely,
The Person Who Has To Fix The Buttugly Mess Afterwards

PS: It should be noted that my bosspeople occasionally demand I work in Dreamweaver. My soul burns a little more each time. This next one, I think it will shrivel and disappear. Can you live with that, Dreamweaver? Huh? I bet you can, you unfeeling bastard.

posted Tuesday, February 12th, 2008 | comment at eljay

random updates from the head

Most girls PMSing: Aaaargh I hate everyone and I hope you all die and I want the world dead!
Kayleigh PMSing: I am going to throw myself off this building and then SLIT MY WRISTS WITH MY BROKEN HEART.

I need to remember that from now on.

So, started the birth control. No side-effects so far; the first day my chest hurt really badly and I was like "oh god am dying!", but then I realized that was just stress. Lame, Kayleigh. Lame. The idea of chemicals coursing through my body is no longer freaking me out quite as much as it once did.

Reading "Another Bullshit Night In Suck City" by Nick Flynn, right now. Bought it years ago, has sat on the shelf since. There was a line, though, about people who don't drink, having something to hide. Or feeling like they do. Generally, that's held true, in my experience.

Except I'm not sure what I'm hiding, anymore.

Hot Chip ftw! I was like "downloady downloady dammit no! I want the CD!" So I bought it. Yaaaay Hot Chip! It's a cross between their first and second albums - more playful, electronically, but very fast-paced, at the same time. Growing on me!

posted Monday, February 11th, 2008 | comment at eljay

sometimes my dreams are horror stories

I walk out into the seaweed, my knees shaking in the cold water. My grandfather stands at the shore and doesn't turn to look at the group of people crowding behind him. Where is she?, they ask, clutching each other. He doesn't answer. I know where she is, I could say, if I could speak.

There were ghosts in the ocean. Asian spirits, with white lips and long black hair that swirls around my ankles. My palms are tattooed with a thousand stories I have not written.

...

Behind the store, the beautiful Indian man smiles at me, his mouth eager for kisses I did not promise but will give anyway. The woman is coming later, he says, and I don't understand that. Didn't I invite her first? The plastic flaps hanging from the entranceway shudder behind me.

Crying, a tall skinny boy walks up to us, clutching a baseball bat like a teddy-bear. This is your fault, he says, and takes a swing. I never die in my dreams, but everyone else does.

...

I can't figure out where lyrics would look alright, inked. Perhaps across my calf, if I could arrange them nicely. I hate my calves, though. Some days, I feel the need to cover my skin with ink, so no one knows what I look like underneath my own obsessions.

posted Friday, February 8th, 2008 | comment at eljay

be still, child

The difference between normal and unbalanced is a thin line. Welcome to February. Can it be April already? Seven days in and I'm cracking. Maybe I was meant to live on a beach in South America. If California isn't enough for me, what is?

These weeks are filled with post-hardcore (mewithoutyou on repeat) and too-sugary tea.

But you sit there silent, folded arms. and look down as I walk by / though my face has changed you know it's me / you know by the stillness in my eyes. // come and whisper in my ear, "you're very pretty, dear," and, "it'll be alright." / you're lying! / but I don't mind tonight.

All my pieces are coming apart at the seams. But for the first time, there are a large amount of people trying to help me stay together. I'm grateful.

posted Thursday, February 7th, 2008 | comment at eljay

sometimes we find ourselves alone

Who am I?

I am life. I am autumn's second week. Tuesday's child is full of grace: do all my bruises say otherwise? I am peace: are my scales balanced? What is it I'm holding up? What do I weigh? Right, wrong? Or something more tangible - do I balance love, money? Family, friends?

I am memories. Everyone contains a collection of reminisces pertaining to themselves, and to others. Always is the connection between oneself and another; can you separate the self from the external? What if I was not there: could it be a movie? Can one separate themselves, emotionally, from anything? Will you ever exist without me?

If I did not exist, would these thoughts?

posted Monday, February 4th, 2008 | comment at eljay

i feel better about tomorrow

For the first time in over a year and a half, I've actually found a physician I like. Hurrah! She's new, but she works at the place where my last good doctor worked (years and years ago), so I think the vibes rubbed off on her. I walked into the building and it actually felt like a doctor's office, instead of a hole in the wall with terrifying people in it. (Madeline: I'm going to schedule a pap smear, and she's going to start me on the HPV vaccine at that time.) I have anti-biotics for a UTI, so hopefully that will go right away.

Re-reading The Chronicles of Narnia, as it's been years. The books are a little dry for my taste, these days, but still fun reading. Quick, certainly. My only issue now is that I'm constantly looking for religious allusion, which was not something I was concerned with at ten.

It is February 1st. As per my decision to not submit scholarship applications to Evergreen, it's been decided I'm not going. Monetarily, it would be a very stupid decision.

Unfortunately, the smart thing would have been to take care of my math credits when I was actually going to school. But my brain went "haa! I'm not goooing to a regular school, why would I take math?" So now, in the event that I am most likely going to a UC/CSU, I need to take at least two math courses. The good thing is: I don't have to stay here to take those classes. The internet is for yay! I'm not positive what I'm doing just yet, but I can't say how relieved I am that I have time to figure it out. I just couldn't handle having to re-figure out my life and commit to spending large sums of money.

My consolation to myself for feeling so lazy and like I'm taking forever is that this now gives me the opportunity to go abroad for grad school without major debt. Chances are also higher that I'll enjoy whatever it is I end up doing.

Am going to make a list of every career I could possibly be interested in, and investigate. I already made the mistake of being too confident, and now I'm at a loss. I don't want to do that again, in a few years, when I've got a BA in something I don't like anymore.

posted Friday, February 1st, 2008 | comment at eljay

and it is only 11:00 am.

Today is one of those awesome days where you have like, $230 dollars in your bank account, and then you go in for a doctor's appointment and they're like "oh, this will only cost you $20 dollars, yay health insurance!" And you are both like "yaaaay!" And then at the end they are like "oops we did not see this line, actually, they will cover nothing. $205 monies, plz?"

And you go: *cries*

On top of that you have a (rather pretty, actually) Asian woman telling you that you are a horrible, horrible person for having unprotected sex even though you are very, very careful about it (because you are dead fucking certain you are not having babies, no thank you) and you and your lover are both very, very conscientious of stds, and actually, are both mildly allergic to fucking condoms anyway so they hurt you very badly when you were using them.

And then you go like "btw I think I might have a bladder infection" and she is like "zomg you are going to die from kidney disease tomorrow if you do not get that checked out here make another appointment!" and you do, but that is before you realize they are not covered whatsoever by your insurance.

Also, what part of "genetic birth defect" sounds cancerous? Despite my repeated assurances that no, my tongue is not going to kill me (or my partner) she was still like "aaaagh it is too different for me to handle! you are stupid and doomed! stop having sex! now!"

And since we all know that Kayleigh suffers severe paranoia, she now has little Plan B pills that she has to take. Because otherwise she would have spent about a week going "that Asian lady was right I am going to poop out babies any day now." So now she is going to probably get all weird and hormonal and try to kill herself with a shoe.

Kill me.

posted Monday, January 28th, 2008 | comment at eljay

of album lists and programming

Okay, so, as most people (who care) know, CD-Tracker died. And yeah, there's RecordNerd, but it's so ugly. So very, very ugly. (So was CD-Tracker... ugh...) Question: does anyone know of any good record listing sites?

Because I was thinking of making one.

Does that sound like it would be a good idea at all, or would I just be wasting my time on a project that, well, nobody gives a crap about?

posted Thursday, January 24th, 2008 | comment at eljay

of pretty much everything

The sign on the road said ?Unsettled Weather, Carry Chains?. I imagined weather an enormous monster, staring pensively at feeble old cars, unsure if it wanted to let them pass or not. Funny enough, but it was all rusted old cars with 1988 box designs that rode up close, urging me almost physically to move over.

Yesterday, There Will Be Blood. I have been waiting for this movie since September 29th - I saw the trailer before 3:10 to Yuma, and the trailer was probably better than that movie. I bought the book, thinking it would somewhat be based off of it. Firstly, outside of a scene at the very beginning and a few conversations, there is about as much similarity between the two as a piece of toast and a rock. Then again, Oil! is mostly about communism, whereas TWBB is more a biopic of one man's life. (Oil! is about his son, whose name I much prefer. Bunny!)

Regardless. I will say one thing, and this should sum up the brilliance of the movie: it's Daniel Day-motherfucking-Lewis. It's Daniel Day-Lewis being absolutely intense and perfect and terrifying and brilliant and horrible and beautiful. If he doesn't win for that performance I have lost all faith in the world. If Depp takes it, I kill. (I am also rooting for Javier Bardem. Geniusssss.)

Today in a book of poetry, I read the line ?... the archangel of an occult called Genius.?

I'm with the general populous on this one: why? Why, mister Ledger? So many people loved you. I've been talking about him for the last week straight, as The Dark Knight takes over my brain. He looks brilliant in it. He was brilliant. He was one of those actors that had just started to get their foothold in making amazing films, and you know only brilliance could follow. I will miss him very, very much.

Having had my cellphone plan for a year now, and having not missed a single payment, they sent me my security deposit back. Yay! I'd like to spend it on something frivolous and silly, but being as I have basically no monies and sort of no job, I can't. Poo. But: Daniel and I are probably going to end up moving out together at some point in the next few months. In addition, I do believe Ameh will be moving with me, as well. I'm quite pleased with the idea of that. The two of them get along well, and that arrangement would be most excellent. Now, if only I could convince Lizzy that moving with us would be a good idea... hrmmm!

More than anything, and more than anyone, he makes me laugh.

My voice is pretty much completely wasted. The throat does not hurt, it's just... coated in phlegm, I think. So my words squeak out and change pitch unexpectedly, and I speak at about whisper-level. My sister said I sound like a wookie. Graaagh.

Now that I've been accepted to Evergreen, I'm having second thoughts about going. Especially if I'm brave enough to major in Photography, which is what I think I really want to do. I don't know if Design is doing it for me, anymore. Evergreen would be perfect, if I were sticking with Design, due to their combination classes. (I strongly believe that Design majors should be taking mandatory Psychology/Sociology classes.) But if I'm not... I don't know.

Long entry of doom, over!

posted Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008 | comment at eljay

of flailing and GRAAAH

For the first time since I was... I dunno, ten?... I've been keeping a private journal. That's just so incredibly weird to me. I've been blogging online since I was thirteen. I've got absolutely no sense of shame when it comes to my personal life, I just get weird talking about people, because it totally does not interest anyone but myself. And lately, my life has been peopled with, well, people. Having a social life is weird. Not unwelcome, but definitely weird.

A recent discovery: I like sex. I like sex a lot. Logic says that when you have more of something, you should get tired of it faster. Unfortunately, reality tends to work against that principle: when you eat a lot of chocolate, you tend to want more chocolate. When you have a lot of sex, you tend to want more sex. Of course, there is the other side: too much chocolate, too much sex. One makes you sick and the other makes you tired. And I suppose it also depends on the quality of chocolate. Or sex.

Today I got an email from Evergreen: scholarship applications due February 1st! Imagine my look of horror. Graaaaah. And once more, for good measure: graaaaah! *flail*

I don't even know what the hell I'm majoring in anymore. Graphic Design? Media Arts? Photography? What am I doing with my life? I have no idea. Oh god. I'm thinking I should save myself the horror of having to find a creative enterprise and become a doctor.

Graaaah!

posted Thursday, January 17th, 2008 | comment at eljay

of the future arriving

I really need to find another job. My current workplace not only has no work for me, but also cannot afford to keep me. I've only worked for like, six hours in the past three days. Not good, when I really need to be saving up monies.

Besides that, I got my acceptance letter to Evergreen. There are mixed feelings about this. On one hand: zomgyay the perfect school for me and the classes sound exciting and I will be learning so much! On the other hand: omg I have to find monies and omg I have to move up to Washington and omg friendsfamilylife.

I am leaving this house in March. That is my goal. Whether it be to Sacramento or Olympia, I don't know yet.

The Lyrics Meme!
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line(s) from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly (No lyric hunting! That is cheating!)

01: Never want to fly, never want to leave, never want to say what you mean to me. Never want to run, frightened to believe. (Savage Garden - The Best Thing: guessed by heartsdissolved)

02: On top of the world you get nothing done. The talk is cold and burns like the sun. Can't you see these skies are breaking?

03: The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings.

04: Without a sound ever heard, without a lesson I have learned, you are foolish and deluded.

05: I've been thinking it's a sign, that the freckles in our eyes are mirrors images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned. (Iron & Wine - Such Great Heights: guessed by mermaid_feet, textgoeshere)

06: Psycho! Groupie! Cocaine! Crazy! (System of a Down - Psycho: guessed by lacus)

07: Show me where you found your faith, and does it help you sleep at night? I am not that complicated, I just need some time.

08: Somewhere in between the beginning and the end, September took the tourists and settled in for good.

09: I got the fuel in my head from the flesh I need to break sweat; I've got the fuel and I might get offensive, I might be some threat.

10: Welcome to your life, there's no turning back. Even while we sleep, we will find you acting on your best behavior, turn your back on mother nature.

11: There's nothing you can do that can't be done, nothing you can sing that can't be sung. (The Beatles - All You Need Is Love: guessed by stillxmyxheart, spidermansays)

12: Midnight walkers, city slickers, gunmen and maniacs, all featured on the freakshow and I can't do nothing 'bout that, no. (Massive Attack - Safe From Harm: guessed by spidermansays)

13: I thought the future held a perfect place for us, that together we would learn to be the best that we could be. In my naivete I ran.

14: Let the good times roll, let them knock you around. (Powerman 5000 - Good Times Roll: guessed by mermaid_feet)

15: Ca c'est l'histoire de Melody Nelson qu'� part moi-m�me personne n'a jamais pris dans ses bras ca vous �tonne mais c'est comme �a.

16: Dont get lost in a lie! Hit or miss, beside myself, with doubt, push on what's to come must be proved, focus bliss charcoal stares. (Kittie - What I Always Wanted: guessed by textgoeshere)

17: It seems we're here I miss you something rotten. The stinks are here, it's guaranteed all's forgotten, down here.

18: Good love, bad love. Good love, yeah. My time, your time, my time, yeah.

19: Zombies! Zombies! Zombies! Zombie nation!

20: I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep, no bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet, upon the rooftops in dead of night, you'll hear me cry, I'll shake you from your sleep.

posted Friday, January 11th, 2008 | comment at eljay