(No, I don't speak French, but I thought it sounded nice when I used the translator.)
I feel like I haven't wrote in a while since my little stint of depression. (Thankfully it only lasted about three days or so...)
Good news and bad news, my libelings...
Bad news first? Sure, why not. My fish died. It lived a good long seven months, though! But alas... As all fish do, it glubbed it's last glug and floated (sideways and somewhat upside down as all dead fish tend to do) into the light. May he rest in peace.
RIP
Heigh Fischie II
Nov. 2004 - June 2005
And now for the good news! My new room is DONE! I want to share it with everyone but I have to re-take the pictures first. I thought I had my crappy camera all figured out, but apparently not. *stands on a large stone, points a finger to the air and vows* One day I shall have the cool camera that I want!
"Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do
Now that I have allowed you to beat me!
Do you think that we could play another game?
Maybe I could win this time.
I kind of like the misery you put me through.
Darlin' you can trust me completely!
If you even try to look the other way,
I think that I could kill this time."
Disturbed is so freaking awesome. Random songs are on my playlist tonight. Too bad I had to miss them in concert back in the day... Amber always has good taste in music. If you ever get the chance, download The Game by Disturbed. It feels good to be getting back to my goth/punk/alternative roots.
ANYWAY! Here's an update on the GED thing if I didn't say it already: The seats were filled up by the time I went to pay for it, so I have to wait a month. July 26th, I believe. I'm just thinking - Hurry up and get here! I want out of the hell hole that is Wal-Mart! I never realized how vile that place really is and how fake they are.
"Oh, we care about the customer." (Said in a bumpkin retard voice)
*rolls eyes* Yeah right! All they care about is making people miserable so that they can feel better about being at their miserable job! They care about making themselves look important just so they can get more money, when Wal-Mart plays squat as it is.
You know what I want, right? I want a FACTORY job! Yeah! *snicker*
Not really, but the pay is good. Are you kidding me? Do you think I really want to work hard? But it would be pretty neat to be on the other end of the table this time. I worked in a factory before, but I was the lunch lady. This time, I'll be the worker.
Come on, July 26th! I know I'll pass my GED test without fail. I was busting through the tests. They said I'll pass it with no trouble. It's just a question of if I'll get the 3,000 score I need to get a year-paid scholarship to college.
In other news, we had Jeremy's birthday party Sunday night. Our boy is growing up! He turned 18 Monday, but they usually have their parties on the weekends. It was pretty nice. I got to spend the whole day over at Amber's house. We went to a car show and I discovered the beauty of the Stingray! We went to their grandma's house where Paws (the fat cat) bruised up my arm when he bit me. We were just rough-housing, though. (Or however that's supposed to be written.) They paid for my dinner at some Mexican place, so I picked some cheap thing. Tasty and cheap. lol I didn't want to be the tag-along, you know. He liked all the presents I got for him. Then I watched him play Zelda until I passed out. Amber was at work all night so I didn't get to see her until we got home. By then, it was 9:00 at night. Got to spend the whole day with Aydiah, though! (Amber's daughter.) I heard her say "cake", she said "Take it, Papa!"
And the last segment of tonight's broadcast... I was finally able to download FULL songs from Flight of the Conchords! Man, they crack me up. Here's a bit from the Hiphopopotamus Meets the Rhymenocerous:
"They call me the Rhymenocerious.
Not because I'm fat,
Not because I got birds on my back,
Because I'm horny. I'm horny!"
"Other rappers diss me, say my rhymes are sissy!
What? What? Why? Why? Why?
Be more constructive with your feedback!
What? Because I rap about reality like me and my grandma having a cup of tea!
There ain't no party like my nana's tea party. Hey... Ho!
(break it down)"
"My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment,
I made all of the lady listeners pregnant."
Or how about stuff from the song Angels:
"There are angels in the clouds doin' it.
There are angels doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it in the clouds!
Behind the shroud of the clouds foolin' 'round.
In the clouds, they're lyin', feathers flyin', angels sighin'."
Stuff from the song Bowie:
"What's a rock musician doing out there in space, man?
Isn't it cold out there Bowie? Do you need my jumper Bowie?
Does the space cold do funny things to your nipples, making them all pointy? Ooh, Bowie!
Do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antenna transmitting data back to Earth?
Data back to Earth! (laser noises) I bet you do, you freaky old bastard, you.
Is it lonely out there in space, man? Or is there life on Mars?
And wouldn't that be weird because you wrote that song- 'Is there life on Mars?'
And you could write a follup tune and call it... 'There is!'."
Or how about Pencils in the Wind?
"People are like paper dolls. Paper dolls and people, they're the very same shape. Mmm, yeah.
Love is like a roll of cellotape. Real good for making two things one!
But just like that roll of cellotape, love sometimes breaks off before you're done.
Another way that love is similiar to cellotape that I've noticed,
is that sometimes it's hard to see the end. Ain't that the truth my friend?
You search on the roll, you SEARCH on the roll! YOU SEARCH ON THE ROLL WITH YOUR FINGERNAIL!!!
Again and again, and again and again, and agaaaaain... (Drums)
Brown paper, white paper, stick it togehter with cellotape, uh-huh. Ooh, that sticky stuff."
Anyway, that's all for now. Have a good night. I'll write again with the next turn of events. Stay tuned for more action-packed adventure! Same bat-time! Same bat-channel!
Good fight. Good night!
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