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obliviousally_ljFINALLY GOT CAUGHT UP WITH SUPERNATURAL. THIS IS GOOD
AND BAD.
OH GOD, THURSDAY, GET HERE QUICKER. THEN I'M WITHOUT UNTIL, LIKE, JANUARY FOR THE EPISODE AFTER THAT AND I BET THEY'RE GOING TO GIVE US BIG PLOT SHIT TO SIT ON AND DLKFHGKLDHKLDHD.
I'm glad Sam isn't being a bitch anymore. I love Sam, yes, but season four was such a struggle to not want to bitchslap his character. It probably didn't help that I don't like Ruby 2.0 and the addiction plot could've been done better. But ah well, we're past that. I like what they're doing with the post-addiction plot now, however. It's good character development for Sam, especially on top of the shit with his brother and everything.
The Changing Channels episode was absolutely amazing. ❤ ❤ ❤
I'm cleaning now, washing out critter cages and cleaning the wood room. I gotta clean Shank's cage, as well, but I'll wait until TJ get back from class so I can put him on the bed with supervision.
I had an interview at Things Remembered today. It went pretty well, I think. Grabbed some other applications, too. I have to call back a few places, as well. Afterwards, we treated ourselves to $3 CiCi's pizza buffet.
Bob sent TJ monies for his birthday. We went out to Hot Topic and he bought a new Transformers messenger bag and a really hot Lip Service jacket for super cheap (like, $7 for the bag and $15 for the coat because they were having their 50% off clearance sale) and he bought me a really cute distressed v-neck shirt (this, but in black). I loves it. ❤
Speaking of Lip Service and hot jackets, I think I want one of these. :3
Also, speaking of clothing, I think I'm finally getting comfortable in skirts. I've worn skirts more in the last month or so that, like, ever. I also really love my pointy witchy shoes, so that could be part of it.
This song reminds me that I'm working on a Poe fanmix. Angie, if you have anything good, GIVE ME. :V
I think I'm coming down with something, it's been off an on for the last week. I was /really/ tired today, which could have also been from something else entirely. C: But whatever's trying to infect me has been lingering around for awhile now.
Tomorrow we have to go out to ITT and do green screening with Rob for the zombie thing. I can't wait to get my hands on a finished copy, it's so amazingly campy and low-budget. We went over Rob's to check out what he's got edited so far and I got a still. :3 But it should be fun, I get to be zombie'd up for VENGANCE. Doing green screen should be interesting, because I've never done something like that before. But then again, I suppose it's not different than roleplaying and pretending things are there that actually aren't.
ALSO. Rob gave me one of the airsoft guns. :D :D :D :D :D I am with glee because I love it. I gotta remove the black paint from the orange cap (we painted it for filming because it would be too much work to edit out), but it's pretty cool. :D
♫ Jason Derulo - Whatcha Say
[Chorus]
Wha- wha- what did she say
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
[Verse 1]
I was so wrong for so long
Only tryin' to please myself (myself)
Girl, I was caught up in her lust
When I don't really want no one else
So, no I know I should of treated you better
But me and you were meant to last forever
[Hook]
So let me in (let me in) give me another chance (another chance)
To really be your man
Cause when the roof cave in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
So tell me girl
[Chorus]
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say)
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say)
Wha- wha- wha- wha- what did she say
[Verse 2]
How, could I live with myself
Knowing that I let our love go (love go)
And ooh, when I do with one chance
I just gotta let you know
I know what I did wasn't clever
But me and you we're meant to be together
[Hook]
So let me in (let me in) give me another chance (another chance)
To really be your man
Cause when the roof cave in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
So tell me girl
[Chorus]
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Wha- wha- wha- wha- what did she say
[Verse 3]
Girl, tell me whatcha said (said)
I don't want you to leave me
Though you caught me cheatin'
Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)
I really need you in my life
Cuz things ain't right, girl
Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)
I don't want you to leave me
Though you caught me cheatin'
Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)
I really need you in my life
Cuz things ain't right
[Hook]
Cause when the roof cave in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
So baby watcha say!
[Chorus]
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Wha- wha- wha- wha- what did she say
♫ Miranda Lambert - Sin For A Sin
I remember vividly what that vision did to me
You laying with her in our bed
Love can be a tragedy when you do what you did to me
All I’m seeing now is red
I need to repent
A sin for a sin
Bible told me to forgive all those who trespass against
Tread their feet on sacred ground, bad things come with consequence
What feels good hurts in the end
Don’t want to think about that now
I need to repent
A sin for a sin
Fire and brimstone, dirt and a headstone
Bury ‘em baby, all of our sins
Hear the thunder six feet under
Hit your knees, won’t do it again
Guilty pleasure, ease the pain
Whiskey runnin’ through my veins
Too late to save you now
I need to repent
A sin for a sin
Fire and brimstone, dirt and a headstone
Bury ‘em baby, all of our sins
Hear the thunder six feet under
Hit your knees, won’t do it again
I remember vividly what that vision did to me
♫ Recoil - Breath Control
Who wouldn’t want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman?
He said,
"It’s been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style.
I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes."
And so the bedroom became the black room
but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn’t quite prepared for.
He said,
"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch.
I like how the skins look on your white hands.
I’d like you to deliver one of my demands."
He said,
"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the
room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle."
I sat astride his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed,"it’s just breath control."
He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back.
He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It’s just breath control.
Just breath control.
I saw him go pale.
I saw him seize up,
I felt something creep up like a taste for this.
Like a reward.
A kind of love, a kind of lustmord.
It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn’t coming up again.
I held on for twelve.
I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still,
I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand.
"It’s just a thrill"
I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.
I sat aside his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill.
It’s just breath control."
When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim and a year later in a shop,
I was stopped by a man.
He said,
"I know you’re looking for something that’s hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind."
And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face...
"It’s just control."
♫ Recoil - Chrome
So let's be done with this.
You said "I want you, I don't want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer."
Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry.
So now you're in the middle of someone terrible and you're carrying a tiny crucible.
Every raw boy want relief.
You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage.
It's more than you can hide, more than you can manage.
I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one.
I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia.
You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned.
She's gone a bit blue around the edges.
You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you're just looking for a clean slate.
She doesn't want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines.
You want a girl who could suck the chrome.
You're so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy I'm slow to extinguish.
Watching the suitors stagger home, now I'm butcher, now you're bone.
I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia.
I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one.
It's documented, tequila scented.
You want a girl who's pale and bled, you want a girl who's easily led.
Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn't hurt just a little bit boy.
Come on, copy, she doesn't read you, she fed, fed the hand that bit her, she doesn't need you.
Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes.
Life doesn't mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise.
I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one.
I'm done, I'm through.
♫ Suzanne Vega - Blood Makes Noise
I'd like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would
But the din in my head
It's too much and it's no good
I'm standing in a windy tunnel
Shouting through the roar
And I'd like to give the information
You're asking for
But blood makes noise
It's a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can't really hear you
In the thickening of fear
I think that you might want to know
The details and the facts
But there's something in my blood
Denies the memory of the acts
So just forget it Doc.
I think it's really
Cool that you're concerned
But we'll have to try again
After the silence has returned
Cause blood makes noise
It's a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can't really hear you
In the thickening of fear
Blood makes noise...
♫ My Lady Four - ...Sometimes The Bear Eats You
Hello Doctor, Hello Doctor,
It seems my body can't control my insisting hand.
And if I let it go much farther,
I'll wake up feeling more and more like another man,
Again.
Hello Mother, Hello Father.
Have you forgotten what it's like to dream again, to plan?
Disaster is arranged,
Well I'm a fighter, I won't be tamed,
You won't be, the one to break me down.
And I know that you've got your ways,
I'm not making claim, to who'd come out on top,
But I'm not giving up.
Since when did you call me your partner?
I'm not your brother, not your father, I'm just a man.
We need each other to move onward,
So think and wonder, Cause I remember who called me a friend,
Way back then...
Disaster is arranged,
Well I'm a fighter, I won't be tamed,
You won't be, the one to break me down.
And I know that you've got your ways,
I'm not making claim, to who'd come out on top,
But I'm not giving up.
Cause I'm not going down!
How stubborn are we?
Controlled by our own big dreams.
But we will let them out!
Cause it's what we need,
To fight, sink or swim,
To struggle,
To see what we can achieve.
So don't call me lazy,
Call me crazy, or you'll see!
Disaster is arranged,
And sometimes I am the arranger,
I'm a danger to my own humanity!
And in the end they'll see!
I'll start their fires, calm their waters,
Cause I'm a laugher, I'm a lover,
And I'm a thief!
AND BAD.
OH GOD, THURSDAY, GET HERE QUICKER. THEN I'M WITHOUT UNTIL, LIKE, JANUARY FOR THE EPISODE AFTER THAT AND I BET THEY'RE GOING TO GIVE US BIG PLOT SHIT TO SIT ON AND DLKFHGKLDHKLDHD.
I'm glad Sam isn't being a bitch anymore. I love Sam, yes, but season four was such a struggle to not want to bitchslap his character. It probably didn't help that I don't like Ruby 2.0 and the addiction plot could've been done better. But ah well, we're past that. I like what they're doing with the post-addiction plot now, however. It's good character development for Sam, especially on top of the shit with his brother and everything.
The Changing Channels episode was absolutely amazing. ❤ ❤ ❤
I'm cleaning now, washing out critter cages and cleaning the wood room. I gotta clean Shank's cage, as well, but I'll wait until TJ get back from class so I can put him on the bed with supervision.
I had an interview at Things Remembered today. It went pretty well, I think. Grabbed some other applications, too. I have to call back a few places, as well. Afterwards, we treated ourselves to $3 CiCi's pizza buffet.
Bob sent TJ monies for his birthday. We went out to Hot Topic and he bought a new Transformers messenger bag and a really hot Lip Service jacket for super cheap (like, $7 for the bag and $15 for the coat because they were having their 50% off clearance sale) and he bought me a really cute distressed v-neck shirt (this, but in black). I loves it. ❤
Speaking of Lip Service and hot jackets, I think I want one of these. :3
Also, speaking of clothing, I think I'm finally getting comfortable in skirts. I've worn skirts more in the last month or so that, like, ever. I also really love my pointy witchy shoes, so that could be part of it.
This song reminds me that I'm working on a Poe fanmix. Angie, if you have anything good, GIVE ME. :V
I think I'm coming down with something, it's been off an on for the last week. I was /really/ tired today, which could have also been from something else entirely. C: But whatever's trying to infect me has been lingering around for awhile now.
Tomorrow we have to go out to ITT and do green screening with Rob for the zombie thing. I can't wait to get my hands on a finished copy, it's so amazingly campy and low-budget. We went over Rob's to check out what he's got edited so far and I got a still. :3 But it should be fun, I get to be zombie'd up for VENGANCE. Doing green screen should be interesting, because I've never done something like that before. But then again, I suppose it's not different than roleplaying and pretending things are there that actually aren't.
ALSO. Rob gave me one of the airsoft guns. :D :D :D :D :D I am with glee because I love it. I gotta remove the black paint from the orange cap (we painted it for filming because it would be too much work to edit out), but it's pretty cool. :D
♫ Jason Derulo - Whatcha Say
[Chorus]
Wha- wha- what did she say
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
[Verse 1]
I was so wrong for so long
Only tryin' to please myself (myself)
Girl, I was caught up in her lust
When I don't really want no one else
So, no I know I should of treated you better
But me and you were meant to last forever
[Hook]
So let me in (let me in) give me another chance (another chance)
To really be your man
Cause when the roof cave in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
So tell me girl
[Chorus]
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say)
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say)
Wha- wha- wha- wha- what did she say
[Verse 2]
How, could I live with myself
Knowing that I let our love go (love go)
And ooh, when I do with one chance
I just gotta let you know
I know what I did wasn't clever
But me and you we're meant to be together
[Hook]
So let me in (let me in) give me another chance (another chance)
To really be your man
Cause when the roof cave in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
So tell me girl
[Chorus]
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Wha- wha- wha- wha- what did she say
[Verse 3]
Girl, tell me whatcha said (said)
I don't want you to leave me
Though you caught me cheatin'
Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)
I really need you in my life
Cuz things ain't right, girl
Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)
I don't want you to leave me
Though you caught me cheatin'
Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)
I really need you in my life
Cuz things ain't right
[Hook]
Cause when the roof cave in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
So baby watcha say!
[Chorus]
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
Well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)
Wha- wha- wha- wha- what did she say
♫ Miranda Lambert - Sin For A Sin
I remember vividly what that vision did to me
You laying with her in our bed
Love can be a tragedy when you do what you did to me
All I’m seeing now is red
I need to repent
A sin for a sin
Bible told me to forgive all those who trespass against
Tread their feet on sacred ground, bad things come with consequence
What feels good hurts in the end
Don’t want to think about that now
I need to repent
A sin for a sin
Fire and brimstone, dirt and a headstone
Bury ‘em baby, all of our sins
Hear the thunder six feet under
Hit your knees, won’t do it again
Guilty pleasure, ease the pain
Whiskey runnin’ through my veins
Too late to save you now
I need to repent
A sin for a sin
Fire and brimstone, dirt and a headstone
Bury ‘em baby, all of our sins
Hear the thunder six feet under
Hit your knees, won’t do it again
I remember vividly what that vision did to me
♫ Recoil - Breath Control
Who wouldn’t want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman?
He said,
"It’s been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style.
I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes."
And so the bedroom became the black room
but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn’t quite prepared for.
He said,
"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch.
I like how the skins look on your white hands.
I’d like you to deliver one of my demands."
He said,
"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the
room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle."
I sat astride his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed,"it’s just breath control."
He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back.
He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It’s just breath control.
Just breath control.
I saw him go pale.
I saw him seize up,
I felt something creep up like a taste for this.
Like a reward.
A kind of love, a kind of lustmord.
It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn’t coming up again.
I held on for twelve.
I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still,
I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand.
"It’s just a thrill"
I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.
I sat aside his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill.
It’s just breath control."
When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim and a year later in a shop,
I was stopped by a man.
He said,
"I know you’re looking for something that’s hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind."
And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face...
"It’s just control."
♫ Recoil - Chrome
So let's be done with this.
You said "I want you, I don't want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer."
Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry.
So now you're in the middle of someone terrible and you're carrying a tiny crucible.
Every raw boy want relief.
You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage.
It's more than you can hide, more than you can manage.
I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one.
I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia.
You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned.
She's gone a bit blue around the edges.
You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you're just looking for a clean slate.
She doesn't want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines.
You want a girl who could suck the chrome.
You're so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy I'm slow to extinguish.
Watching the suitors stagger home, now I'm butcher, now you're bone.
I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia.
I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one.
It's documented, tequila scented.
You want a girl who's pale and bled, you want a girl who's easily led.
Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn't hurt just a little bit boy.
Come on, copy, she doesn't read you, she fed, fed the hand that bit her, she doesn't need you.
Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes.
Life doesn't mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise.
I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one.
I'm done, I'm through.
♫ Suzanne Vega - Blood Makes Noise
I'd like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would
But the din in my head
It's too much and it's no good
I'm standing in a windy tunnel
Shouting through the roar
And I'd like to give the information
You're asking for
But blood makes noise
It's a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can't really hear you
In the thickening of fear
I think that you might want to know
The details and the facts
But there's something in my blood
Denies the memory of the acts
So just forget it Doc.
I think it's really
Cool that you're concerned
But we'll have to try again
After the silence has returned
Cause blood makes noise
It's a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can't really hear you
In the thickening of fear
Blood makes noise...
♫ My Lady Four - ...Sometimes The Bear Eats You
Hello Doctor, Hello Doctor,
It seems my body can't control my insisting hand.
And if I let it go much farther,
I'll wake up feeling more and more like another man,
Again.
Hello Mother, Hello Father.
Have you forgotten what it's like to dream again, to plan?
Disaster is arranged,
Well I'm a fighter, I won't be tamed,
You won't be, the one to break me down.
And I know that you've got your ways,
I'm not making claim, to who'd come out on top,
But I'm not giving up.
Since when did you call me your partner?
I'm not your brother, not your father, I'm just a man.
We need each other to move onward,
So think and wonder, Cause I remember who called me a friend,
Way back then...
Disaster is arranged,
Well I'm a fighter, I won't be tamed,
You won't be, the one to break me down.
And I know that you've got your ways,
I'm not making claim, to who'd come out on top,
But I'm not giving up.
Cause I'm not going down!
How stubborn are we?
Controlled by our own big dreams.
But we will let them out!
Cause it's what we need,
To fight, sink or swim,
To struggle,
To see what we can achieve.
So don't call me lazy,
Call me crazy, or you'll see!
Disaster is arranged,
And sometimes I am the arranger,
I'm a danger to my own humanity!
And in the end they'll see!
I'll start their fires, calm their waters,
Cause I'm a laugher, I'm a lover,
And I'm a thief!
