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[28 Feb 2009|02:16am] |
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It's a flippin' amazing song by Ani DiFfranco.
And my life is full of falls;
I love a lot.
<3
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| READ. NOW. |
[18 Nov 2006|06:49pm] |
The Best Advice I've Heard.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering
experience…
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….
You're not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don't waste your time on jealousy;
sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind…the race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
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| Tori fans..what do YOU think. |
[27 Jul 2006|11:34pm] |
Hello Mr. Zebra
Can I have your sweater
Cause it's cold cold cold
In my hole hole hole
Ratatouille Strychnine
Sometimes she's a friend of mine
With a gigantic whirlpool
That will blow your mind
Hello Mr. Zebra
Ran into some confusion
With a Mrs. Crocodile
Furry mussels marching on
She thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm
Or a civilized syllabub
To blow your mind
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
She got a little fund to fight for moneypenny's rights
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
Too bad the burial was premature
She said and smiled
Discussion on meaning:
http://atforumz.com/archive/index.php/t-219750.html
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[10 Apr 2006|09:41pm] |
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I really miss you at times like this.
I really wish you were here at times like this.
I really wish thigns hadn't changed between us.
I really wonder if I made the right decision.
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| Okay... |
[21 Feb 2006|12:06pm] |
Do you remember all those songs that used to be on teh radio in the 90s?
Like..Matchbox 20 and The Goo Goo Dolls?
For example (songs)
Breakfast at Tiffany's
Iris
etc..
I need more of those songs (titles/artists).
I know you guys know them because most of the people on my friend's list were teens in the 90s, and love those songs.
ready...
set...
GO!
:D
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| okay.. |
[13 Feb 2006|06:14pm] |
I need to know where to get a download of sorts for...
Charles Ive's three page sonata
and
Henryk Gorecki's Symphony no. 3
k...GO.
:D
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| "Slow Dance" |
[27 Jan 2006|05:37pm] |
This was supposedly written by a terminally ill kid in NY.
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
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| ....Oh. |
[23 Dec 2005|11:51pm] |
| You scored as Journalism. You are an aspiring journalist, and you should major in journalism! Like me, you are passionate about writing and expressing yourself, and you want the world to understand your beliefs through writing.
Theater | | 83% | Journalism | | 83% | Sociology | | 83% | English | | 75% | Psychology | | 67% | Art | | 67% | Philosophy | | 58% | Anthropology | | 58% | Linguistics | | 50% | Biology | | 50% | Dance | | 50% | Mathematics | | 33% | Engineering | | 33% | Chemistry | | 17% | </td>
What is your Perfect Major?
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| Screw everything else that happened today... |
[18 Dec 2005|12:06am] |
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Eyes Like Fire is amazing..
I pity any of you that haven't felt the adrenaline--the emotion--the closeness you are to 'the zone' that musicians get in..
Because that, my friends, is the most amazing feeling in the world...
Especially when you know the people personally..
And to see them in that zone...
Being that close to you (literally, 1 foot in front of you), pouring their heart out into song...
The after-effect is ecstacy; euporia...It's so....relaxing in an energetic way. You're whole body tingles, and your ears ring, and the happiness..
Oh, the happiness...
God...
I know what a musical orgasm is-
and I pity all of you who haven't experienced it (even more so than a 'real' orgasm)
Screw sex...
Music is sex.
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[18 Oct 2005|07:07pm] |
De 4:19
"And beware not to lift up your eyes to heaven and see the sun and the moon and the stars, all the host of heaven, and be drawn away and worship them and serve them, those which the LORD your God has allotted to all the peoples under the whole heaven.
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| i<3thissong. |
[24 Sep 2005|12:15pm] |
Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.
Count the bodies like sheep
Count the bodies like sheep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Count the bodies like sheep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
Go back to sleep
Go to sleep [x14]
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
I’ll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same, I must isolate you…
Isolate and save you from yourself …
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