At the right place and right time, maybe tonight.

There is unrest among the villagers. Only so far can you push those performing the mindless and meaningless and mundane.

The world's population doubled in just 40 years.

Lyrics from: She Wants Revenge - "Tear You Apart"

You take a nap, and you wake up and you're 25.

It's been over a year.

I avoided posting anything because this past year, all my blog entries would have consisted of an endless string of complaints about my job. Holy heaven and hell, how I hate my job, and how I can't get out of it, I apply to job postings weekly if not more often, and I haven't even gotten a call except for some temp position that wanted to pay peanuts for intensive web writing. Ugh. And how much did I pay for an education? And why can't I find anything to inspire me? And how did I get this moody/bitchy/unhappy, and how this economy and Tampa Bay and job markets and shoes can't change the weather and birthdays and mistletoe and fanciful ideas of art and prosperity and itdoesn'tmatterbecauseIcan'ttakeitback.

This year is gonna be different.

Lyrics from: Kenny Chesney - "Don't Blink"

For mah girls, you know you feel me.

Hit.

She bolted the locks and put down the glass,
Wiped off the prints and fired up a match.
Lit up a smoke, then sat next to him,
And went through the plan in her head once again.
He reached over to run his hand up her thigh,
That nonchalant gesture maintained her cool mind.
His hands wandered over her, fingers trailed skin,
With kisses more tempting, still seeing through him.
She let him continue; his pleasure would wane,
Because in half a moment, the game's rules would change.
She channelled the energy he was building inside,
The lone suppressed firearm well hidden behind
A double entendre, the climax ensues.
One pull of the trigger has stricken the mood.
She slipped out of the bed and pulled on her coat,
Her eyes scanned the room, less urgent than most.
Fingers hit send, execution confirmed,
A satiated thirst for vengeance well earned.
For a woman betrayed need no further inquire,
His story ends and she's murder for hire.

Lyrics from: Joy - "Joy's new gangsta rap song"

Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you...

So, I am definitely guilty to contributing to Twilight Mania. :) I read the books by recommendation of my BFF Jill, over the summer, and have been anxiously (very anxiously!) awaiting the release of the film, which we saw at the 12:01 am showing last night!

Oh man. It was crazy. It was really funny, and I of course was initially jarred by the discrepancies between book and film, but now the film is growing on me. I just want to go see it again, right now. My s/o even liked the movie, and now he's going to read the book, then I think I'm gonna read it again and go see the movie again, because I really really want to. :)


by i_heart_him on flickr.

I especially loved the Alice and Jasper characters in the movie and wish they got more screen time! Hopefully they will have an extended DVD version!

PS: I went to the movie dressed as Alice Cullen, see:



Lyrics from: "Fall for You" by Secondhand Serenade

You reduce me to cosmic tears.

Story of my [work] life.

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Completely inappropriate work comics follow. :)

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Lyrics from: Alanis Morissette - "So Pure"

Watching cop dramas, smokin' ...-...!

Why does everyone and their neighbor have a GD reality show? I mean, it started out as some silly joke to some comedic television producers (I'm sure) but now it's [exponentially] grown into some ridiculous demon in which people make absolute idiots out of themselves in futile attempts to work for people like... 50 cent? I mean, seriously, aren't you paralyzed with fear of getting shot?

Just kidding. These shows are really addictive. These guilty pleasures fall under that category that I have where I feel the need to change the channel before I go to bed or leave the house or something... Because what if I die and someone's like, "Oh, poor Joy, let's take a look at what she was watching on TV... I'm Single and Pathetic of Love 30? Real Life: I'm addicted to addictions? Dear Reality Cast-Off, Tell Me How To Clean My Closet and Change My Life? Trading Live-In Domestic Partners?" This is why I've been putting off getting a DVR. Because, really, who needs to incriminate themselves that easily?

Lyrics from: Ludo - "Go Getter Greg"

Be my serene. Tell me you know what I mean.

I want to do what makes me happy, and I want to figure out how to do that and pay my student loans at the same time, so I will not have to be homeless. K.

Lyrics from: Brand New - "Not the Sun"

I'd love to learn what I should do to be as happy as you.

The public letters on this website are amazing and enlightening and identifiable and empathetic and sad and depressing and introspective all at the same time. A majority of the letters are from present selves writing to future selves wishing that they finally find happiness, or work out of ruts, or even find ways out of destructive relationships.

Sometimes it is good to read things written by people who are feeling these emotions and thinking these thoughts and fighting the same fight to find happiness so you don't feel so alone. Browsing through random public letters, I read one by a girl that I thought was me. Seriously. We had the same tone and diction and everything. I thought I'd stepped through some sort of time warp and was reading a note I'd written myself. It was kind of a weird sensation reading things that sounded so familiar but were not written by myself, on how to get and stay happy. For some, it seems so easy. For others, it's like an uphill battle the whole time. Anyway, it's good to have this confirmation that most everyone is basically just looking for the same thing out of life: happiness. And no one's really alone in that quest.

www.FutureMe.org

Anyway, the props for that site really belong to the StumbleUpon toolbar that I just installed, out of boredom with the internet. I read about it on xSparkage's blog that I read for fun makeup looks to try out. Basically, you install the toolbar to Firefox, tell it your interests, and then click the Stumble! button like it's your job, as she says. And I've literally been doing it for about five hours now. It's amazing. And deathly addictive, as I can already tell.

Anyway, since I'm doing shout-outs, here's one for my distant BFF who is funding some guy's education... ART for GOOD (I would have done this earlier, but I really only have a following of like... one. But maybe someone will StumbleUpon my blog! Haha!).

As a last note, I've taken to using song lyrics for my blog titles... Should I start posting the song in the blog? I guess so.

Lyrics from: Goot - "Geo"

She likes hip-hop and rock 'n' roll...

So, in case you didn't know, I pretty much own MySpace. And what with owning MySpace, you gotta know to change it up a little. So here comes the funny part. I alternate my pictures every so often, and I have this one that I guess looks pretty damn gangster. Because every time I select that picture to be my default image, I get really random, really obscure, really terrible hip-hop artists who send me friend requests. Admittedly, I occasionally dabble in the hip-hop genre, and I am pretty much the most gangster of all my friends (which you gotta respect, ha!), but seriously, I also own The Scene and though I might be pretty gangster, I still don't want to be your friend. Nor do I want to listen to that horrendous music you made. 'Cause I'm pretty sure you probably don't want to listen to mine either.



Respect my gangster.

Lyrics by: Shwayze - "Corona and Lime"

Good-bye to Sleep...

Good-bye to Love...
Good-bye, you liar...
Good-bye, my love.

I have taken to a new hobby of collecting vinyl records and have just blown all of my "fun money" on (ONE) Your Favorite Weapon LP pressed in clear wax (awesome!) by my favorite band in the world; my favorite song in the world is on this record.

Things might just sound better on vinyl.

I cannot WAIT for The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me to be pressed on vinyl!

I will post pics when I receive my prize from the eBay seller, which I am hoping is very VERY soon because I already get really crazy anxiety when I'm bidding on things from eBay, waiting will probably kill me. Oh, did I mention that since I inherited two boxes of records from the 80s from CT's mom, and started my record collection for myself with a celebratory Deja Entendu and Slippery When Wet LP purchase, two of my "bitches fo' lyfe," Lindsey and Erin, bought me a PINK record player? My obsession with pink toys/technology continues.

Lyrics by: Brand New - "Degausser"