You Were Meant For Me

When I first listen to a song, I hear the music first and for multiple listens after that, I continue to pay the most attention to the sound of it. Only after many listens do I focus in on the lyrics*. Sometimes they mean nothing to me, but on certaiin occasions the song gets that much better after knowing what it's about. The following is my on-going list of songs that mean a lot to me:

"Today" by The Smashing Pumpkins


Pink ribbon scars
That never forget
I tried so hard
To cleanse these regrets
My angel wings
Were bruised and restrained
My belly stings

"Black" by Pearl Jam

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

"4am" by Our Lady Peace

If I don't make it known that
I've loved you all along
just like the sunny days that
we ignore because
we're all dumb & jaded
and I hope to God I figure out
what's wrong

"Clark Gable" by The Postal Service


The marker snapped
And I yelled, "Quiet on the set!"
And then called, "Action!"
And I kissed you in a style
Clark Gable would have admired
(I thought it classic)

To be cont.


*And seriously? Finding these lyrics online now is showing me how I so often sing the wrong words to songs. GAH!

Pull The Curtains

Such a fun song to sing while driving!


Sometimes you gotta turn it off
Man, you gotta walk away
And then sometimes you gotta say:
"This is gonna be the day"


Sometimes you gotta turn it off
Yeah, you gotta walk away
And then sometimes you gotta say:
"There ain't no other fuckin' way"


I saw Grindhouse tonight. I wasn't going to go because I hate paying so much for movies and I wasn't sure I would be able to make it through a 3+ hour movie after working all day on not enough sleep. After about 10 minutes of the first feature I figured I had paid for naptime- I was NOT into it. What I didn't like was that the audience kept laughing at parts I just didn't get. It was like they thought they were supposed to laugh or something. It irritated me. The movie got better, though, and I was even able to accept the fact that Rose McGowan's leg was a gun. I felt like it went on a little too long and by the end I had resigned to letting my eyes "rest".

Then came the fake trailers. Ali and I used this time to use the restroom and send SOS text messages so I didn't see any of those. I probably wouldn't have "gotten" them anyway. Oh, but you know who did get them? The man sitting behind us who laughed like a buffoon at anything even remotely funny.

The second feature was much more enjoyable for me, if only because it involved a lot less puss-ha! Oh, and it was shorter (Thank you!) and coincided nicely with my second wind. Mybiggest complaint for this one was that the one girl's hair was really gross and she just wouldn't stop swining it around and around! Stop, already! It was good, though. I mean, I do "get" it. I do. I just don't to be like buffoon guy and "get it" so damn loudly!

Upon leaving the theatre from this strange double feature about three and a half hours after getting there, I not only felt the desire to drive faster and hit things, but I also wanted to find out from what Rosario Dawson is famous. We could only think of Rent, but how is it that she is so well-known and is often in US Weekly and on Entertainment Tonight?

Anyway, so this is the first movie I've seen in the theatre since Talladega Nights. I hope my next one is Transformers...



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