Land of Cheese ~ Thursday, June 20, 2002 ~ 9:38 AM

Well, we leave today at 1. I didn't wake up until 7:40 today (with work at 8), so I've still got a few things to take care of before we leave. I've been emailing people in Wisconsin all morning, trying to get everything organized. Hopefully everything will go smoothly once we get there. It should be a lot of fun, even if I'm feeling a bit bitter. We're going to have a lot of work to do, keeping the website updated.

Of course, as soon as I get back from Wisconsin, I'm turning around and going to Tennessee for my cousin's wedding. She's getting married next Saturday, but I have to be in Oak Ridge for all the preliminary stuff. I can't wait to see her - we haven't talked in ages! She won't have much time for catching up after Thursday, but at least we can chat for a bit.

My sis is finally back from her trip to my aunt's. I think she had fun, but the kids drove her absolutely nuts. Apparently they're turning into real whiners. This could be interesting because they're coming to the wedding too, and if there's one thing my family cannot tolerate, it's whining. My grandmother will probably smite them all if they so much as peep. With twenty-something family members and god knows how many guests of the groom, I figure it's going to be a nuthouse.

Anyways, I probably won't be posting until next Wednesday when we get back from Wisconsin. Then I'll be gone again, so don't look for anything big until July. Toodles!

Awww! ~ Wednesday, June 19, 2002 ~ 10:58 AM

Well, Todd finally posted pictures of the puppy bear, now formally named Nanook. Now that, kids, is distilled cuteness. Caution, even minimal conatct may cause an instinctive goo reaction complicated by loss of all speaking ability. Symptoms include the inability to utter anything other than obnoxious cooing and a disturbing urge to cuddle. *silly grin* Oh yeah, he's got me wrapped around his little paw.

Seriously, I'm as bad as they come. Despite my well-know dislike of dogs, I have fallen completely in love with Nanook. How could I not? I mean, look at those eyes! He's just too cute. Spoiled too, or at least he will be. We're all goo in his paws and he knows it. He definitely will never lack for affection!

Current Music: 'The Weakness In Me' - Joan Armatrading

I guess it takes all kinds... ~ Tuesday, June 18, 2002 ~ 10:01 AM

Oooooookay. Remember that bit about my intense desire to put birth control in the world's water supply? Well, it's always good to be reminded of exactly how much the world needs my help.

It's a given that the weirdos hang out at Wal Mart. That's just a basic truth of society. Intellectually I know that since most of the known world shops at Wal Mart, at least some percentage of my fellow shoppers have got to be relatively normal. It's just that I never see any of these people. Most of the individuals I observe while browsing the isles have no more intelligence than a peanut. This is a known.

Yesterday, Todd and I were forced to brave the intelligence-starved isles of our local Super Wally world in order to obtain unflavored Pedialyte for a rather sick litte puppy-bear. Upon leaving, Todd noticed a small flyer on his windshield. The Raelian Revolution: The Message Given By Extra-Terrestrials. It was an invitation to a public meeting at the Huntsville library, Thursday at 7PM. This organization's basic belief: SCIENTISTS FROM ANOTHER PLANET CREATED ALL LIFE ON EARTH USING D.N.A. and now they want an embassy - a desire they felt best expressed to some random French dude back in 1973. This was just too good to resist.

Their website was listed on the flyer, so of course I had to go visit. There, it was confirmed once and for all that these people are indeed crazy. Such a pity I'm leaving for Wisconsin Thursday afternoon. I'd love nothing more than to show up for the meeting wearing my shiny new aluminum foil cap and a t-shirt proclaiming that I was abducted by aliens. Honestly, I knew these nuts existed, but I had no idea they held meetings at the public library. As far as I'm concerned, they're just asking (begging, really) for mockery. Then again, given the high percentage of weirdos at Wal Mart, Todd and I were probably the only two who thought it was funny....

Now, don't get me wrong. I very seldom make fun of other people's beliefs. Nothing gets to me quicker than to be told that choice of beliefs is stupid, so I make a point to live and let live. I may not agree with people, but no one ever said I had to. I'm perfectly content to let people believe what they want, just so long as they leave me out of it. But this....this is just too terribly amusing. Aliens. *giggle* I'm a huge sci-fi fan, but if anything that makes me more skeptical. All I can picture is the scene from Independence Day when all the alien lovers on top of the empire state building are wiped out in the midst of welcoming the invaders. Whee, I guess that makes me a bad person. ;-D But at least I'm getting a good laugh!

*grin* Please, oh please if you've got a comment, let me know at Starfire_child@yahoo.com.

Monday, with a vengance ~ Monday, June 17, 2002 ~ 9:44 AM

Talk about your shitty days. Today has definitely gotten off on the wrong foot. I can only hope it improves. First thing that happened today was waking up to the news that Todd's little puppy had died during the night. He adopted her and her brother Friday and they both seemed really healthy then, but yesterday she suddenly got sick. He took her to the vet and found out that she had a terrible case of worms, even though the woman he'd adopted them from said she'd given them both deworming medicine. Russell and I spent yesterday afternoon and night feeding her every hour, trying to keep her alive long enough for the meds she got at the vet to take hold. I really thought she'd make it through the night, but Todd says she died sometime after he fed her at 3. Her brother seems to be fine - looks like the deworming stuff took hold before he got too bad off. He's just sad and looks lonely. I guess he's coming to Wisconsin now – we can't leave him alone for five days with no one to play with.

Then, as if having a cold wasn't enough, I have a pounding headache. I made it into work 15 mins late, only to find that they're installing doors and walls all over the place. They've been working on the one outside my office now since 8:30, and every single squeal of a drill and every hammer blow seems to be echoing and amplifying in my head. BOOM. My head is going to explode any time now, I just know it.

This weekend wasn’t so hot, either. I spent most of it in Johnson while Bob ran the modal analysis on STARS & Stripes. The Cam game was fun up until the point when I got screwed over, but mostly I've just been kind of bleh all weekend.

I'm really looking forward to Nationals. I still wish we were going to compete, but it'll be kind of nice to just be able to sit back and enjoy it. No stress, no running around in a frenzy. We can actually see everything that's going on. Of course, there's still that wounded pride thing. Feh. I hope Florida gets trounced.

Current Music: 'Eye' - Smashing Pumpkins

I sense fear ~ Friday, June 14, 2002 ~ 9:33 AM

This morning on my way to work, I happened to find myself in the unenviable position of being able to observe several different kinds of irrational driver fear. First and foremost, there is rain fear. This fear is manifested in the firm belief that to go any faster than 30 mph when there are clouds in the sky is to invite certain death. When rain actually begins to fall, the maximum speed not resulting a grisly demise then drops to 20 mph. This is particularly irritating in areas where the speed limit is 60 and above.

Next, there is the irrational fear that if one attempts to pass a large slow-moving truck, it will summarily destroy them out of spite. Instead of risking such a fate, a driver with this fear will sit in said truck's blind spot and pace it until the driver behind them (usually me) is frothing at the mouth and eventually keels over from a brain aneurysm. If they ever do get the balls to actually pass the truck, they usually do so by placing their car directly over the lane boundary opposite the side the truck is on, thereby taking up two lanes and further irritating those around them.

Then there is the fear that if one actually stops at the stop line in front of a red light, clowns will eat them. To prevent this, these drivers will sit one or two car lengths back from the stop line and cower in abject terror. Apparently the thought process is that if the light turns green (a situation dependent upon someone braver than they triggering the light's sensors), the extra two car lengths gives them enough time to get up to a speed where the clowns cannot catch them crossing the intersection.

Not necessarily a fear, there is also the practice whereby a driver will put on their blinker and proceed to ride their brakes bypassing turn after turn until finally reaching their ultimate destination a quarter mile down the road from where they initially signaled. This phenomenon is exacerbated by rain fear (see above), whereupon the quarter mile becomes a half mile, exponentially increasing the irritation of the following driver.

Indeed, there is a grain of truth to all these fears - these people are in mortal danger. However, the danger results not from what they perceive to be a threat, but rather their fellow drivers. Road rage, my friends, is a perfectly understandable thing. I'm not endorsing it, but I understand why. Is it so much to ask that people let me get where I'm going at a reasonable speed?

As for myself, I have granny fear. This is the perfectly logical fear that the Blue Hair going 15 mph in front of you just might do anything at any time without warning. Blue Hairs are particularly fond of random braking, just to make sure you're still awake behind them. Since they're typically driving land yachts and usually cannot see out of said vehicle, it is always safe to assume they have no immediate knowledge of their surroundings and are staying on the road simply because they've been driving the same route for the last fifty years.

Feh, I feel like crap. I'm pretty sure my lungs are harboring some kind of developing alien lifeform. Any day now, it'll probably just pop right up out of my chest in scene to make Ridley Scott proud. Or maybe Mel Brooks....

Archy and Mehitabel ~ Wednesday, June 12, 2002 ~ 11:50 AM

the lesson of the moth

i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

archy

Archy is a cockroach with a poet's soul who writes poetry nightly by bouncing from key to key on a borrowed typewriter. Mehitabel is an alley cat who was once Cleopatra in a former life. This unlikely pair was first introduced to the world in 1916 and to me in 1981, along with my first diaper change. My mother has always been fond of quoting bits and pieces of the more memorable passages. If you've never read or heard any of this comic, then your life is probably poorer for it. ;-) Today I accidentally stumbled across a site dedicated to Archy and his friends and decided to look up my old favorites, namely The Lesson of the Moth. Since I still enjoy it, I figured I'd pass it on to you my loyal readers. *grin*

Shy Violet , huh? ~ Wednesday, June 12, 2002 ~ 8:59 AM

Quote of the Day: "You might not be able to find Bin Laden, but you sure as hell found the hooter in the hall of justice." - Claire Braz-Valentine in her open letter to John Ashcroft


Which Rainbow Brite kid are you? By Growing.

Everyone should give three cheers for Russell. ;-) He came out and paddled with us Monday afternoon and he never fell in, not even once. *grin* Of course, now there's the pain to deal with. I definitely know how you feel, Russ, and I have only the deepest sympathy. Hell, I hurt and I've only been off the water for a few months, and I can remember what it felt like when I started. Still, I'm glad you've been out and tried it! Now if I could only convince a few more people to try...

Jeff, sorry about missing your phone call. I definitely think we should watch Farscape after the Changeling game. Maybe this week's episode will be more to your liking. ;-) Jessica, I have last week's on tape and I'll get it to you ASAP.

Well, I finally saw Vanilla Sky last night. Yeah, it was kind of freaky. Yeah, it was pretty good. But it was nowhere near as mindblowing as everyone says. Maybe it's because I had such high expectations from everyone's reviews. I was expecting a mindfuck on the order of Memento and got something significantly less. The main problem was that I figured the thing out well before the end, so the ending was kind of anti-climatic. It really wasn't all that original when everything was said and done. I liked it, though, and I did have really strange dreams all night. It's just not a movie I'll go out and buy to watch over and over again.

Yesterday ended up being a totally lazy day. I went up to Todd's place when I left work to take him some lunch (he was out of work sick) and ended up passing out on their sofa. I napped until about 5, then went and got dinner and stayed to watch Vanilla Sky. I got absolutely nothing done and it was wonderful. I'm really liking this whole summer-no-obligations thing. I have no idea how I'll be able to force myself back into school come fall. It doesn't even bear thinking about.

Amusing thing of the day: Some idiot contractor requested an Atterberg limits test (it tests for plasticity - how gummy the soil is) on a crushed limestone base (that's rocks, folks). *giggle* Now that's funny. Oh well, it's their $55.

And now I'm just faxing. Not much else to do today. So sloooow. I think I'm about to go invest in some caffeine so they don't find me in a coma back here. I left my yummy lemon cookies at Todd's apartment, but at least I still have some Pringles here. Breakfast of champions. *wince*

Care Bear STARE! ~ Tuesday, June 11, 2002 ~ 10:44 AM


See what Care Bear you are.


Well, so far today has been amusing. I had just walked into work and sat down when one of the guys who's been milling around here for the last week putting up the new walls walks into my office.
"I asked one of your buddies if you have a boyfriend."
"Yeah, I do."
"Okay. Thanks."
He walked out and I started working. That's got to be a first in the weird conversation list and definitely an amusing start to a day.

Not long after that, one of my slower coworkers wandered into my office and after hearing the Tori Amos CD I was listening to asked me, "So you're listening to some Gospel, huh?" Upon hearing Tori Amos' music compared to gospel, especially since his words had the unfortunate timing to fall on the line 'so you can make me cum / that doesn't make you Jesus', I just had to crack up. I assured him that no, I was not listening to gospel music, or any form thereof. I don't think he understood why I found that so humorous.

Then I found Van's blog and all the nifty quizzes. And of course, I love quizzes, so you can bet you'll be seeing results for the next couple posts.

And if that wasn't enough fun for the day, my grandparents then sent me this article. All I can say is that suddenly Claire Braz-Valentine is my hero. *snicker* Here's the actual letter if you want the whole context. Not to mention if you appreciate the image of John Ashcroft being assaulted by massive tits.

Current Music: 'Happy Phantom' - Tori Amos

Weekend time ~ Saturday, June 8, 2002 ~ 12:02 PM

Quote of the Day:
Russell: "Bras aren't really all that hard to undo."
Pat: "It is if they're resisting!" *pause* "Wait...that came out a little more criminal than I intended, didn't it?"

Well, Jen leaves in a week for her six weeks in Ireland. I would give just about anything to be going with her. She and I both visited it in the summer of '98 with part of our high school chorus and I have wanted to go back ever since. Jen, I hope you have a wonderful time. Definitely take lots of pictures, especially of any sod cones or beer clocks you might happen to see. If you don't find those, I'm sure you can find some sheep somewhere. Try looking on socks. ;-)

Yet another friend of mine is getting married today. Anessa and her fiancée are finally tying the knot. We haven't talked in a long time, but I got an invitation nonetheless. My mom was invited too and she's actually going, but I'm not. I thought I was going to have a couple things to do this weekend and by the time all of them got cancelled, it was too late to accept the invite. It's okay, though - I'm a big softy and I tend to cry at weddings, so this spares me from the embarrassment. *grin* I figure I'll get enough of that at my cousin's in three weeks. I can't wait though - I've been dying to meet Laura's fiancé since she first mentioned him. My sis assures me that he's a wonderful guy and that he's perfect for Laura. I look forward to meeting him, however brief the introduction will be in the sheer insanity of it all. I'm sure I'll like him from what everyone says.

Of course, now I'm kind of wishing I'd gone home. I knew this weekend would be boring after the last two and, sure enough, it is. At least I'm getting things I've been needing to do done. I finally cleaned my room and ended up cleaning our nasty kitchen. I swear I'm going to kill the next roommate who drops stuff on the floor and instead of cleaning it up just tracks it around until the floor is black goo. I guess in a little bit, I'll finish up the design for the nationals report page for CC.org and send it off to Dr. Gilbert for his approval. I've also got the chance to read a lot of my books.

Last night was a lot of fun, though. I went over to 608 to watch the Farscape premiere and ended up at Denny's afterwards with Pat and Russell. I really liked the show, even though some people didn't. ;-) It was kind of strange, but pretty cool. Still, if you haven't ever seen it before, I suggest borrowing the first couple seasons from someone before attempting to pick it up now.

Current Music: 'Spirit in a Vacuum' – Mortiis (thanks, Jeff *grin*)

What friends are for ~ Friday, June 7, 2002 ~ 7:18 PM

Gotta love friends. In addition to being labeled as Lucifer himself by Russell, I came home this morning to find my door duct taped shut - a gift from both Russell and Pat, with the help of my dear roommate, Kristen. *grin* This is Russell's revenge for when Pat and I taped his bathroom door shut while he was in the shower. Pat aided him simply for the pleasure of knowing he contributed to the cause. I laughed my ass off when I saw it, but of course, this means war.

In other news, I think I scared the aforementioned roommate. Paddling practice ended up being cancelled today because the two people who have keys to the trailer where the boats are stored didn't show up. This was just fine by me because it's too damn hot outside to be expending energy. So instead, I came home and finally got around to putting in laundry, then came back to my room, talked to Kristen for a few minutes, and finally laid down on my bed to read until time to go change out laundry. And I crashed. I had no idea I was that tired. Within seconds, I was out like a light and sleeping hard. About thirty minutes later, Kristen knocked on my door to tell me she was leaving for the weekend and woke me up. I am normally not coherant when I first wake up, but usually I'm not as bad as I was today. First off, I couldn't remember where I was or who she was and reacted accordingly upon opening the door...once I found the door. Then, once the fog cleared a little more, I became absolutely convinced that it was 9AM and she was waking me up to tell me I'd missed work. It took her over five minutes to communicate to me that I'd only been asleep for a half hour, that everything was okay, and that I'd put in laundry only a short time ago and should probably go retrieve it. She kept giving me weird looks when I couldn't seem to grasp this concept and sounded really concerned. I think she thought I was sick or something and since I couldn't form sentences, I couldn't convince her otherwise. Finally, I woke up enough to communicate that I was just really really tired and I could be trusted to be left by myself. She left, still giving me weird looks and asking if I was really okay.

Since then, I've woken up enough to go out to the store and to call people to arrange to meet up for the Farscape premiere, but I still have a funny floating feeling, like my brain is running just a few steps behind. I'll be lucky if I make it through Farscape without passing out again. Being a somewhat intelligent being, I am appropriately wary of falling asleep in 608. Knowing them, I'd probably awaken duct taped to the sofa.

Other than the duct tape war developing, today's just been pretty uneventful. Work was boring for most of the morning, so I left a little early and ran up the mountain to see if Todd was feeling any better. He was sound asleep, so I didn't stay very long. He woke up for a few minutes to say hi (I was trying to be quiet), but then I headed back down to Tech Hall to finish up the bacterial counts for the samples Shalana and I took yesterday. Not the most thrilling activity, but at least it was easy. Shalana seems interested in paddling and asked when we practice, so hopefully we'll have another girl out.

I really could use some prank suggestions.

Current Music: 'Silent All These Years' - Tori Amos

*snicker* ~ Wednesday, June 5, 2002 ~ 9:58 AM

Emode strikes again:

---

You are a Hippie Chick

The '60s are over, but their legacy of peace and love lives on in you, a genuine, granola-loving Hippie Chick. A fan of flowing skirts, Birkenstocks, and all-natural organic foods, you probably wear your hair long and loose so you can always go with the flow. The rhythm of your life is definitely laid-back and groovy. Genuine and unpretentious, you're a free spirit with a big heart.

---

Now that's just funny, especially considering the number of people who call me a hippie on a regular basis. Although, for the record, I think "organic" foods are retarded. For one, all food is organic, being carbon-based and all, or at least it had better be. I sometimes wonder about Pop Tarts, but that's another issue altogether. Give me good old insecticide-spritzed veggies any day. ;-) I'm not exactly a pacifist either, now that I think about it. Hmm...I think that could definitely be a debatable result. But it's funny nonetheless.

Yesterday ended up being a pretty decent day, although I never expected to end up talking to one of my professors for two hours. I didn't mind spending the time - I think he needed someone to talk to, someone who would just listen. After I left his office, I went with Todd and Blake to check out their new house. They officially took possession of it yesterday so they went over to assess all the work the owner asked them to do in lieu of a down payment on the rent. They agreed to repaint the house and to fix the bits of siding that the squirrels have chewed through, but there's also a lot of yard work to be done, gutters to be installed, and several other little fixing things that they want to do just to make the house better for them. I'm not the biggest fan of the place - it's a strange design, very dark inside, and smells quite strongly of wet dog when it rains (the owner has five dogs, you see) - but with a little time and effort and a LOT of lamps, it could turn out to be pretty nice. It's got a pretty yard, a huge kitchen, and a POOL. *grin*

*shiver* It's freakin' cold in my office today! Monkeys must have been at the thermostat during the night. I'm about to go into hibernation mode. At this rate, they'll come in and find me snugged up under the desk, snoozing away, waiting for the next heat wave. I need to remember to bring a parka and a hot water bottle with me tomorrow. Maybe I can start a fire with the left-over concrete reports.....is imminent hypothermia just cause for arson?

Current Music: 'Hold On' - Sarah McLachlan

Suprisingly enough... ~ Tuesday, June 4, 2002 ~ 11:41 AM

I've decided I really like my boss. Not only does he come up with completely unexpected jokes at random intervals, but he's also a pretty cool guy. Today he brought in a geode he found on a site somewhere in Limestone County for all the lab techies to look at. Despite my first impressions of him, he's turning out to be a fun boss. And to top it off, he didn't even blink an eye when I asked for a week off to go to Nationals, he just agreed.

Today started out as just one of those days. For most of the morning I had the distinct feeling that I should just go home and cry, even though there wasn't really a good reason. I'm pretty sure I'd have felt better if I had, although I don't have a clue why I'm so stressed all of a sudden. At this point, I feel compelled to state that the first person who makes a crack about hormones is going to get kicked in the head, 'cause that's not the reason....you bastards. *grumble* But anyways, it's gotten a lot better. I think once I leave work, today might actually develop into a day that was worth my time.

And now I'm really hungry. Kind of wishing I'd brought a snack or a piece of leftover pizza with me today. I could get something from the snack machine, but I'm just not in the mood for more junk food. Of course, if it comes to a choice between snack machine or gnawing on coworkers, I can make an exception. At least there's only about an hour left before I can skip out. Since today's been even slower than yesterday, I'm really looking forward to it.

Current Music: 'Heart-Shaped Box' - Nirvana

Dead Tired ~ Monday, June 3, 2002 ~ 9:35 AM

At least I made it to work. That in and of itself is a minor miracle. By all rights I should have fallen asleep at the wheel leaving the parking lot at school. I don't know why, but despite two naps yesterday and a good six hours of sleep last night, I have the distinct feeling that sometime during the weekend my brain was removed and replaced with an even mix of dust bunnies, cotton gauze, and molasses. It's all I can do to keep my eyes open and I've been yawning constantly. All I want to do is go home and crawl into bed. So far, no less than five people have come by demanding information I can't access because the computer system is down again, and I apparently haven't had the capability of articulating this fact because none of them seemed to understand. I suppose it's difficult to resist the urge to snarl and form coherent thoughts at the same time, although I thought I was making sense. *yawn*

It doesn't exactly help that today has been a slow day so far here at work. With the system down, I can’t do any concrete reports and I can't access the information complete soil reports. About all I can do is fax stuff that's already been filed. Hence this blog entry. It's about time to succumb to Emode and hope 12:30 gets here quickly.

Oooh, but first I have to share this pic. It's part of the "Week in Pictures" series for last week. Pretty, no da?

Current Music: 'Not a Virgin' - Poe

Down by the lake ~ Sunday, June 2, 2002 ~ 9:07 PM

Let me tell you, there is no better way to spend a day than how I spent Saturday. Yesterday was the ASCE lake day, down at Jackie's land on Smith Lake. Friday and Saturday night Todd, Jackie, and I all camped out. It was my very first time camping in a real tent (summer camps don't count because of the wooden platforms on their tents), so that was fun. Everyone else came down on Saturday and we spent the day swimming in the lake, grilling out, and playing games. I got to go tubing for the first time, too! ;-) Smith Lake is the cleanest lake I've ever been in and the water was just the perfect temperature all day, so I spent most of the day floating around just off of Jackie's dock. Talk about a fun relaxing weekend!

In fact, I've spent the last two weekends enjoying the outdoors. Last weekend was at the cabin with rafting and this weekend at the lake camping. I'm afraid next week will seem rather boring after all the fun I've had. ;-) But really, I can't think of a better way to enjoy the summer. TVs and video games are all well and good in the winter (although I personally prefer books), but when the weather's nice, you should be outside in it.

I finally got to go see Spider-Man today! I went with Clint, Russell, and Trent. Trent is a fellow ASCE slave and concrete canoe paddler, albeit at Auburn University. He's in town for the summer working at a local Enivronmental Enginnering company. He and I spent a good hour comparing clubs and boring the socks off just about everyone else. *grin* I had fun, though. A good end to a good weekend.

Current Music: 'Even Angels Fall' - Jessica Riddle

 


Name : Sarah, Flame, Sly, Ferocious, S
Birthdate : October 3, 1981
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You Get Me
Michelle Branch

So I'm a little left of center
I'm a little out of tune
Some say I'm paranormal
So I just bend their spoon
Who wants to be ordinary
In a crazy, mixed-up world
I don't care what they're sayin'
As long as I'm your girl

Hey, you are on my side
And they just roll their eyes

You get me
When nobody understands
You come and take the chance
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never knowing what you'll find
And still you want me all the time
Yeah, you do
You get me

So what if I see the sunshine
In the pouring rain
Some people think I'm crazy
But you say it's okay
You've seen my secret garden
Where all of my flowers grow
In my imagination
Anything goes

I, I am all you want
And they, they just read me wrong

You get me
When nobody understands
You come and hold my hand, baby
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never knowing what you'll find
Still you want me all the time
Yeah, you do
'Cause you get me

Hey, you are on my side
They, they just roll their eyes

'Cause you get me
When nobody understands
You come and take the chance
You get me
When none of the pieces fit
You make sense of it
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never knowing what you'll find
And still I want you all the time
Yeah, I do
'Cause you get me