kris kross, flexibility, untold jokes, parable, REO, bitch lady at salon...
Kris Kross, untold jokes, parable, ligaments, potential
Friday July 18, 2003
Posted by: ridgecliff (10:58:25 PM EDT)
Sublime16z: wiggity wiggity whack
Jessica was like: miggidy miggidy miggidy miggidy mac daddy
Sublime16z: hahaha you are so cool
Jessica was like: shut up!
Sublime16z: youre the only person i could say that to and follow me up
i am almost certain kris kross is still around, too.
Today I was downloading some stuff off Kazaa. Just perusing, a few songs here, a few there. You know, Bruce, grand drive, jesse malin, gram parsons, just dabbling on the musical pallette. And I don't even know what it was, but I decide to preview this song as it's coming down the road because by golly, I'm curious. And then there's this pause between clicking > and the actual music starting, and I was sorta on the edge of my seat...it was so suspenseful, would i like this band? And I was kinda revelling in the pause and at the same time it was almost torturous.
I've got this friend (Hi, Nikki) who wants to be a stand up comedian. Comic. However you put it. And the kid's got spunk, she's got "moxy" (they always said that in looney tunes cartoons and i never got it) she's funny as hell and she'll prolly make it. But she WONT TELL ME ANY FUCKING JOKES. Apparently it's too much pressure, she has performance anxiety. And I'm like...you can't have flawed timing. I'm talking to you online. She insist that she can and it's not the same as being on stage. I'm like dude all the world's a stage, I have shakespeare on my side, fucking cough it up. I'm not going to shoot it down. She still won't budge. I even paraphrased the PARABLE OF THE LAMP from the BIBLE (thanks scripture class sophomore year) and she didnt get it. I'm gave her the rundown, you know...you've got this glowing talent and you're hiding it under a basket. it's not made to be hidden under a basket. by all means, let the comedic light shine! and she had some smartass answer like my lamp is electric, its unplugged. im like dude, it's an OIL lamp. she goes, i ran out of oil. I'm like for the love of the god, this is a parable, the Jews' oil last for 8 days when they only had one day left, thus hannukah, thus tell me the joke. Nothin.
why wont gilbert gottfried open his eyes just a little bit?
and i dunno why, but do you ever have days where you are just RIDICULOUSLY FLEXIBLE? today is one of those days, i feel like a ninja ballerina pilates expert. legs flying everywhere.
Hm... sometimes I feel all this drive inside. I feel all this ENERGY and zest, dareisay passion. And it's really strong and unharnessed, but I don't know what it's for. What I'm supposed to direct that towards, why it's there, what I can or will do with it, if I ever get a better grip on it. And cheesily, it reminds me of that scene in Billy Elliot at the Royal Ballet academy after he auditions and they call him back for an interview, and he's about to leave and the interviewer asks him what he feels like when he's dancing. And he says "'Dunno." and they're like ugh this kid is pointless. And then he sees his opportunity to prove himself and winds up saying "like electricity" in this irish brogue. But as of yet, still directionless. And despite the flexibility and high arches, it's not ballet.
One of the most beltable ballads, for your enrichment. And now random people telling me I???m full of BS
Thursday July 17, 2003
Posted by: Ridgecliff (6:09:55 PM EDT)
ladies and gents....REO SPEEDWAGON
You should've seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was something missing
You should've known by the tone a' my voice, maybe
But you didn't listen
You played dead, but you never bled,
Instead you lay still in the grass, all coiled up and hissing
And though I know all about those men
Still I don't remember
Cause it was us, baby, ready for them
And we're still together
And I meant, every word I said
When I said that I love you, I meant that I'd love you forever
And I'm gonna keep on loving you
Cause it's the only thing I wanna do
I don't wanna sleep
I just wanna keep on loving you
And I meant, every word I said
When I said that I love you, I meant that I'd love you forever
And I'm gonna keep on loving you
Cause it's the only thing I wanna do
I don't wanna sleep
I just wanna keep on loving you
Baby I'm gonna keep on loving you
'Cause it's the only thing I wanna do
I don't wanna sleep, I just wanna keep on loving you
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Gotta download. The lyrics just don't convey the power like the electric guitar solos can. Trust me on this one, ok?
So check this. I wrote something in here about insecurity about my new major, yeah? So I'm at the haircuter's today. And this woman has cut my hair practically my whole life. She gives me half off, too. (fuckyeah!) But so now she's upping and moving to Florida. So anyway, we're chatting before the cut, when this chatty cathy menopausal woman butts in, as is practically always the case. Starts talking about how she can't believe Janet, hairdresser, is leaving. And I make some little fake comment about how she's the keystone of the community and can't leave. (suburb=closeknit, and either way, i just love discounted haircuts plus it's hard to trust random people with hot wax)
And Janet, who calls me "Princess" (haha what can i tell ya? she's been cutting it since i was like, 6) says something about aw you'll be a good writer. She turns to the fatass secretary who wasn't paying attention and says something like won't she? The lady (by that i mean 'fatass ignorant bitch') goes :
"Yeah. Bullshit." !!!!!!!!!!AH!!!!!
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