You've got to be the best...
10 April 08 - 11:02pm | Category: random | By: Alice | •
You've got to change the world, and use this chance to be heard.
I'm sure MUSE had something else in mind when thinking up the lyrics to Butterflies & Hurricanes, something more worthwhile than any one person and definitely more meaningful than this blog of mine, but the song just happened to be playing right when I created a "new entry" here.
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Oops, I'm back now after watching the rest of the HAARP DVD...again. MUSE makes me happy. The lyrics can be so mean and morbid, but the music is just really beautiful, even when it's ugly. Anyway, that's basically all I wanted to say. I think I'd be going insane right now if I wasn't able to lose myself in the music.
Weird times.
24 January 08 - 1:37pm | Category: random | By: Alice | •
I had an odd dream last night. I was at a casino -- yellow lights, dingy carpet -- playing craps with "they boy" at a marble counter bar. Dream logic is strange. So the b/f was rolling, and the dice kept flying back off the counter. I went to chase a stray die, and ran into Owen Wilson. He had a lawyer with him, and needed my help with some red-tape legal hoopla that probably wouldn't be understandable even if it wasn't in a dream. Apparently he wanted to do a nose transplant with his brother who tried to commit suicide (yeah, it's backwards...), but in order to do that he had to be married. He asked if I was -- which I'm not, though I've been trying to be for like, six years -- and then asked if I would marry him. Out pops a purple diamond ring (do those exist??!). Uh, what? He slips the ring on my finger, and even though I had just met him, I was feeling kind of giddy. Bad dream-self, bad!
Any way, the rest of the dream just gets kind of boring after that -- blah, blah, jealousy, blah, blah, drama -- but it all boiled down to a choice between the two fellas. Who did I choose? Well, a gal has to have her secrets... :) Nah, actually I chose the boy in the end...only to wake up to real-life drama! No good deed goes unpunished I tell ya. Owen Wilson, if you'll still have me, you know where to find me.
Just one step...
09 January 08 - 10:48pm | Category: random | By: Alice | •
I don't want this place to be scary for me. I swear this must be some sort of stage fright -- writing in a place that I know someone, somewhere may happen to see just isn't as easy as it used to be. Geez, I remember the days of LiveJournal, when spewing out all my angsty, whiny gibberish was like breathing; like vomiting words just to get it out of me. Back then I always felt like exploding -- so glad I'm over that.
At the same time, it kind of sucks I'm avoiding my own damn webpage because I feel like I have nothing important to say. Well, it's the new year, and I'm going to use it as an arbitrary way to make myself get over it. I always think of stupid random things and I'm going to start writing them down. I figure if I'm lame enough, no one will ever read this place, so I don't have to worry about being embarrassed or feel obligated to be insightful -- problem solved! So this is my first random, doesn't-really-say-anything-interesting post. Woo! It's as good a first step as any, I suppose.
