Archive for December, 2004

Dec 31 2004

Finally got around to making a quizizzle for y’all…

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I made a Quiz for you! Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!

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Dec 29 2004

Some poetry for you

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Ever since the knight who says Jour NI!…l played a game of LJ Mad Libs, I’ve been trying to find the handy little site that does a kind of Mad Lib generator and takes away all that work of writing it out by hand. I went through my enormous favorites folder until I found Rinkworks.

So I made a little something for all you poetry lovers out there.
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The Highwayman

The tree was a torrent of ecstasy among the delightful trees,
The toilet was a last cheese tossed upon hallowed seas.
The garbage was a ribbon of moonlight over the green moor,
And the divorce lawyer came laughing,
Laughing, laughing,
The divorce lawyer came laughing, up to the unexpected inn-door.
He’d a French cocked-hat on his earlobe, a metric ton of birdseed at his chin,
A bowling ball of the claret velvet, and breeches of greasy doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle. His squirrels were up to the thigh!
And he sang with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilts a-twinkle, under the unsettling sky.

And over the maracas he clattered and dropped in the slick inn-yard.
And he smuggled with his credit union on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
He whistled a tune to the telephone, and who should be rolling there
But the landlord’s black-eyed dude,
Merle, the landlord’s dude,
Dancing a dark chartreuse tape into her long periwinkle hair.

– Corrupted excerpt from “The Highwayman,” by Alfred Noyes.
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Because who wouldn’t be in love with Merle, the landlord’s dude?

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Dec 20 2004

Did I say I liked the winters here?

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There is too much bad weather between me and home, I’ll have to stay another night in Ace Deuce. Rowr. The weather wasn’t bad when I went to work, so I packed for home and turned down the thermostat. Then I had to go home to a cold, stripped apartment. (Gonna get a lot of laundry done.)

Work was not too bad, for the extreme level of business + lack of employees. And since I won’t be back until after Xmas, I can officially pronounce this the kindest, gentlest holiday season I’ve worked. I should switched companies long ago.

So should I post answers to the game? Let me know.

Since I have time, I guess I will take quizzes.
You're the Tortured Intellectual!
You’re the Tortured Intellectual!
Take What sort of Hipster are you? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey‘s Personality Test Generator.

You’re sensitive, you’re emotional, and you wonder why everyone else in the world exists on a different plane. You cannot eat, breathe, or sleep without analyzing each action to death. You’re usually sombre, depressed, lethargic, but you can be nearly glad from time to time. You wear whatever you can find on your cluttered bedroom floor. You carry books, notepads, reading glasses with you wherever you go. You have friends, but only a few who truly get where you’re coming from. You frequent coffee shops, libraries, and the less crowded bars. You’re obsessed with past people, past ideas, past lives. You wish you could die and be reborn as Jack Kerouac.

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Dec 17 2004

A complicated little game

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Seen on another journal:
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Step 1: Get your playlist together, put it on random, and play.
Step 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 25 songs that play.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from.
Step 4: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly.

I skipped songs that couldn’t be quoted without giving away the title. DEAL WITH IT. Googlers will be hurt.
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1. “I’m old enough to see behind me, but young enough to feel my soul”
2. “On a clear day /I’ll fly home to you /I’m bending time getting back to you”
3. “If I make it through today/ I’ll know tomorrow not to leave my feelngs out on display/ I put the cobwebs back in place/ I’ve never been too good with names but I remember faces”
4. “Dream of better lives the kind which never hate/ Dropped in the state of imaginary grace”
5. “Is there any just cause for feeling like this/ On the surface I’m a name on a list ”
6. “Now I’ve tried so hard baby/ But I just can’t see/ What a woman like you/ Is doing with me”
7. “Before she gets to sayin’ goodbye/ She oughtta think twice/ She oughtta do right by me”
8. “I got a little bit of hope/ Like a soap on a rope/ Sweeter than sour/ Getting thinner by the hour”
9. “90 miles outside Chicago/ Can’t stop driving/ I don’t know why”
10. “People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”/ You thought they were all kiddin’ you”
11. “Oh, help me but don’t tell me to deny it/ I’ve got to cleanse myself of all these lies till/ I’m good enough for him”
12. “You said that you’d never been/ But all the things that you’ve seen/ Slowly fade away”
13. “The birds and bees will sing/ and the jams begin to ring/ and the good vibes flow from me to you”
14. “We’ve got to hold on ready or not/ You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got” (Yeah, I’m busted for having this one :P)
15. “I think you’re smart, you sweet thing/ Tell me your name, I’m dying here”
16. “I guess when you met me/ It was just one of those things/ But don’t you ever bet me/ ‘Cause I’m gonna be true if you let me”
17. “I don’t know why sometimes I get frightened/ You can see my eyes, you can tell that I’m not lyin’ “
18. “We love the all the all of you/ Our lands are green and skies are blue/ When all in all we’re just like you/ We love the all of you”
19. “I dream of love as time runs through my hand”
20. “Even old New York/ Was once New Amsterdam/ Why they changed it I can’t say/ People just liked it better that way”
21. “She said I think I remember the film/ As I recall I think we both kinda liked it”
22. “Everything about it is appealing, everything that traffic will allow”
23. “The sheik he drove his Cadillac/ He went a-cruisin’ down the ville”
24. “I thought the sun rose in your eyes/ And the moon and the stars/ Were the gifts you gave/ To the dark, and the endless skies”
25. “I wake up in the morning and I wonder/ Why everything’s the same as it was/ I can’t understand, no I can’t understand/ How life goes on the way it does”

Most songs are pretty mainstream, so hopefully it won’t be too hard :P

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Dec 07 2004

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I envy the people who can just cry about things, get a puffy face, eat some ice cream, and move on.

I can’t cry.

I don’t like ice cream.

And there are times when I am so angry, I’d punch the wall, but it’s a brick wall, and I need this hand for typing.

The rational side of me sees that things really probably couldn’t have been otherwise without some kind of divine intervention. And therefore anger is pointless, and more than a little ridiculous.

Which side of me is the rational side? Maybe I can just punch that instead of the wall.

To everyone who feels like I haven’t been there for them, I wish I could say that… I haven’t even been there for myself. I’ve neglected the care I should give myself, to varying degrees, physically, emotionally, spiritually, academically, and financially. God gave me this life, this body, with some obligations attached. I need to see about those before I see to others. See, God outranks you.

Right now, I’m thinking, I should have at least made time to see a doctor.

It’s not like I haven’t been at a hospital.

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