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Halleujah -

Oct. 29th, 2005 | 10:54 pm



Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Well Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room, and I've walked this floor,
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Maybe there is a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

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Whoa.

Oct. 27th, 2005 | 12:11 pm
mood: colortest.com
music: wake up - les savy fav

Brittney's Existing Situation
Attracted by anything new, modern, or intriguing. Liable to the bored by the humdrum, the ordinary, or the traditional.


Brittney's Stress Sources
The tenacity and strength of will necessary to contend with existing difficulties has become weakened. Feels overtaxed, worn out, and getting nowhere, but continues to stand her ground. She feels this adverse situation as an actual tangible pressure which is intolerable to her and from which she wants to escape, but she feels unable to make the necessary decision.


Brittney's Restrained Characteristics
Relationships rarely measure up to her high emotional expectations and her need to be made the center of things, leading to disappointment . Always has mental reservations and tends to remain emotionally isolated and unattached.

Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity.

Feels that things stand in her way, that circumstances are forcing her to compromise and forgo some pleasures for the time being.


Brittney's Desired Objective
Preoccupied with things of an intensely exciting nature, whether erotically stimulating or otherwise. Wants to be regarded as an exciting and interesting personality with an altogether charming and impressive influence on others. Uses tactics skillfully so as to avoid endangering her chances of success or undermining others' confidence in herself.


Brittney's Actual Problem
The tensions induced by trying to cope with conditions which are really beyond her capabilities, or her reserves of strength, have led to considerable anxiety and a sense of personal (but unadmitted) inadequacy. She attempts to remedy this by intense activity and by insistence on getting her own way. Faulty self-control can lead to ungovernable displays of anger.

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And no, I'm not talking about suicide.

Oct. 27th, 2005 | 09:30 am
mood: apathetic
music: inherited scars - sage francis

Okay, well, I'm finished. I can't keep doing this.

I expect you'll find out what that means soon enough.

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actually, boredom is the mindkiller

Oct. 26th, 2005 | 07:58 am
mood: blank
music: jesus online - bush

I've been listening to LAUNCHcast's Hard Rock station since 5:00 am.

Here's a quick rundown of what I've gleaned from the experience:

-OMG AM SO MAD AT MY PARENTS!!!!!111!!!!el3ven!!!1
-The overwhleming message of EVERY song, but particularly Disturbed songs, seems to be "FUCK YOU!" (Three Days Grace, too.)
-Every Disturbed song is, in actuality, the same song, only someone had the job of taking a thesaurus to whichever of them came first.
-Jay-Z + Linkin Park = PURE GENUIS.
-I require violence. Abritrary Arpee Shootout #5685486948? YESGO.
-JARED LETO, why are you so hot?!?!?
-I really love Trapt. God, I'm lame.
-Also having the vague urge to wear big boots and other things with leather and spikes (will, of course, refrain)


Well, that was pointless.

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Emm Gryner needs to marry me for covering Fugazi (and being so hot).

Oct. 21st, 2005 | 09:40 am
mood: cheerful
music: guess

I am a patient boy
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait
My time is like water down a drain
Everybody's moving,
Everything is moving
Please don't leave me to remain
In the waiting room
I don't want the news
I'm not a part of it
I don't want the news
I have no use for it
Sitting outside of town
Everybody's always down
Because... they can't get up
But I don't sit idly by
I'm planning a big surprise
I'm gonna fight for what I want to be
I won't make the same mistakes
Because I know how much time that wastes
Function is the key
In the waiting room

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!

Oct. 20th, 2005 | 10:29 am
mood: shocked
music: plans - bloc party

http://www.beliefnet.com/story/84/story_8415_1.html

This is the CRAZIEST shit I've ever read. Thank God that no one I've seen posting comments is stupid enough to buy into it.

Omgwtf.

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As promised...

Oct. 16th, 2005 | 10:14 pm
mood: bored
music: sleep - azure ray

omg, omg, picspam!Collapse )

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lalala

Oct. 15th, 2005 | 04:17 pm
mood: bouncy
music: air and angels - ailsha's attic

I'm starting to feel like a normal human being again, thank god. I went and bought groceries to last me through the weekend, I cleaned my apartment from top to bottom, did my English work, sorted laundry (with plans to do it at darth mother's house while she's off in FL), took a nice long bath, blew my hair dry and I am now preparing to go visit my aunt at the hospital. Not because I want to or anything (I'm not even entirely sure why she's there...probably some kind of plastic surgery, ahem), but because Matthew offered to take me out to dinner with him if I braved the situation with him.

I feel spendy. I hit up the Estee Lauder counter at Dillards and let their people primp at me-- I came away with twenty-five dollar facial scrub, thirty dollar foundation, and a neat little tote with presents in it. Sweet. Totally worth the money, too. My face looks freaking airbrushed...but not in a scary way. ::Cough.:: I also picked up a faux-designer pet carrier, because I've come to find that there is nothingnothingnothing I hate more than carting around an ugly, bulky, dirty kennel cage. I alsoalso got a start on my xmas shopping, yay!

I so, so needed today. I feel rested, organized and a little bit rich. Ahem. But I apologize to everyone I've been flaky with; I know I haven't been too...here. I've been feeling really detatched and definetely sick-- last night I got home and slept for about fourteen hours. It's been a taxing month so far. But I feel much better today, and by tomorrow, I should be all caught up on the work/school front. So. Yeah. That said...

still to-do:

-laundry
-history worksheet # 45690689789056
-dentist apt.
-doctor apt., both general phys. and gyno.
-call Saturn dealership to see about oil change.
-stop being a baby and buy some winter gear (hat, gloves, de-icer, wiper fluid)
-look into "fine arts" classes, ha.
-don't forget about opeth this week, dumbass.
-other stuff i can't think of right now


okay.

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Ahaha, posted to the Browncoats' message board.

Oct. 1st, 2005 | 03:51 pm
mood: ecstatic
music: mobilize - grant-lee phillips

So, like many of you, I was there for opening night.

Maybe there's just an extraordinary amount of geeks in Colorado Springs, but said audience was very enthusiastic. Never have I seen such excitement, such camaraderie. Not even in Lord of the Rings, and there were dudes dressed up as Legolas there that should never be allowed to wear tights. Which, you know, has to say something.

My friends and I got to the theater almost an hour early, and it was nearly packed (not quite sold out, but quite, quite full-- to the point where though having arrived more than a half hour early, we found our "usual" seats already claimed, not to mention any other seat that wasn't in the first two rows).

When that ship logo appeared, a hush fell over the entire space. Well, there was the boy sitting behind me making all the noise, but he shut up as soon as I threatened to strangle him with my purse handles. And yes, it is a big purse.

I digress. From then on, we laughed and we cried. We gasped in horror and held our breaths. We gooshed over gooshable things. We wished we hadn't had those five glasses of iced tea at dinner, cause now we REALLY had to pee. We sat there anyway.

There was lots and lots of clapping and cheering at certain lines (Kaley's "live" quote practically got a standing ovation, as did River's second battle scene). I was as delighted by the reaction of those around me as I was by the movie itself.

Somehow, I never would have guessed that the scope of this amazing 'verse could have reached so many, just in my unremarkable pit of a town. That's not for lack of trying on my part; many a family member and associates now fear my ability to foist. But 'far as I knew, Firefly existed only in the obsessive, reality-shunning bubble created by myself and a few friends, and maybe some geeks--I mean, fans--like us, out there on that Internet thing.

It's since come to my attention that my friends and I are narcissists.

Having been there from the very beginning of Buffy, and having rooted for Firefly, I can't help being as proud of the crew, and especially of Joss, as if they were family. I've got to say, the love for the world of Serenity and her crew in the theater last night (and, I suspect, in many others) seriously eclipsed that of almost anything I've ever seen up on the silver screen.

Okay. No matter how you feel about the outcome of the movie, or the direction it was taken in…come on, guys! Joss Whedon! Firefly! Worldwide theatrical release! Joss and the entire crew deserve our mad, madprops for taking this dream and bringing it (sometimes kicking and screaming) to such fruition.

Because for all the blood, sweat and tears, there is no reward...

Like seeing a thirty foot tall Nathan Fillion.

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Sep. 14th, 2005 | 12:07 pm
mood: busy
music: flavor - jon spencer blues explosion

To Do:

-ENG 121 analysis outline and (duh) paper.
-HIS 201 worksheet #2.
-Buy flash drive for English.
-Clean apartment.
-Allergy bath for cats.
-Laundry, ugh.
-Buy winter coat and like, actual shoes
-Buy button-down officey type shirts
-Organize closet (ewww).
-Get your brows waxed, you look like the love child of Brooke Shields and Neanderthal Man.
-Access slides (guh!).
-Student certs.
-Finish profiles, since you've been saying you're going to like every other day.
-CLEAN OUT YOUR CAR CLEAN OUT YOUR CAR CLEAN OUT YOUR CAR

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