rusalkigirl

Alright.

Not to rant, but Jeff and I are both total geeks. Here is a flawless example of our geekage

midnightwars13 (7:21:00 PM): *attacks you with f43th3r du5t3r of d00m*
MercurySEL (7:21:05 PM): O-O
MercurySEL (7:21:16 PM): *uses Cheese Grater of Peace*
midnightwars13 (7:21:35 PM): and all of a sudden, the transformers theme song pops into my head
MercurySEL (7:21:46 PM): ITS NOT JUST A KITCHEN UTENSIL
MercurySEL (7:21:52 PM): ITS A TRANSFORMER!
MercurySEL (7:21:59 PM): TRASFORMERS
MercurySEL (7:22:03 PM): ROBOTS IN DISGUISE
midnightwars13 (7:22:20 PM): CUTLERY IN DISGUISE!
MercurySEL (7:22:23 PM): lol

Your Love Life by lpfloatsmyboat
Name/username/nickname:
favorite color:
best physical quaility:	teeth
best personality trait:	friendly
will you marry your bf/gf that you have now?	yes!
when will you get married?	January 27, 2010
your kiss is:	meaningful!
People date you because:	you're smart
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Well... I'm sort of dating someone now... hm... (scary thoughts)

http://www.irancar.com/images/Gallery-larg-1024-768/Maserati/maserati_spyder_2003_02_m.jpg

Tis the Maserati spyder. Lovely, no? Never be able to afford it though...

Yes, that dreaded time of year has come around. Well, for me at least. I had my french and history finals today. I know that I did pretty well on the history one, but the french one I'm not so sure about. I flipped through the test before I actually started taking it, and to my very unpleasant suprise, a little page at the back had an assignment that went sort of like this

"Write an essay at least 15 lines long in French about what you would find in an airport"

I saw that, and almost shouted "SHIT!"

So, I cobbled something together about the different types of stores there are there, and about how boring waiting for the plane in the terminal is. I doubt that any of it is correct (or makes much sense) but it was worth fifty points, and there was no way in hell I was going to lose all of 'em.

The multiple choice section in history was a breeze. My teacher had prepared us with a gigatic three-day Jeporady! game (which my team lost by about 30,000 points) made up of all the q/a on the multiple choice questions. I had written down and studied them all, and so I know that I did well on that part.

Then I had to write a five-paragraph essay about how the Comprimise was useless in the case of the Civil War. It was a topic I am very well informed on, so I breezed through it, and covored three and a half pages of my sloppy handwriting before I realized that the teacher wanted it in pen. I had another shit moment, but that was what she got because there was no way that I was going to write that all over again, in the blue pen that I had with me. I'll just say that that pen that was with me was really not there, and so I had to resort to pencil and that I am very sorry so please don't mark off points for that.

Now I just have to read the other half of THE GRAPES OF WRATH for Monday, and somehow magically memorize about 500 formulas for Algea and Chem, and then I might survive.

Yes, that is the sound my ears made while they were being cleaned today. I didn't realize how much hearing I had lost due to the brownish glop. And the way it felt when it was taken out, well, I'll just leave that up to your imagination.I think that you will appricate that.
It is realy nice to be able to hear well again.

I saw the end of the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy movie. The creator (Maxwell Atoms)must be really running out of ideas. It was filled with re-used and re-used ideas (the "It is such a pain to be ordered around by you, but it would be better to be ordered around by someone else thing.) They even recycled the "You can pic your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose" line. The show still has it's truely sick appeal, but is no longer as beautifully sick as the first two seasons.

When I was a little kid, I was a strange one. I loved the fun melodies of the British band B*witched (whatever happened to them?) and dance along to their songs "Roller Coaster" and "C'est la Vie." I would sing loudly in the car along to Brittany Spear's "Lucky," and even "Oops I Did It Again." Got a lot of compliments from doing that too. However Dixie Chicks was king for me. I would listen to them in the car for hours, singing along with my mom to "Wide Open Spaces," "Good-Bye Earl," "Sin Wagon," "There's Your Trouble," and countless others. I loved their stirring album Home, which was by far my favorite, with their mournful songs "Home," which is about a person who listened to bad advice and lost the one that they loved, and "Top of the World" about a husband/grandfather/w/e who held their wife back from chasing her dreams of being a singer. Just thinking about the sorrow makes me sad even today, especially in the emotionally weak state at the moment due to various injuries, my Aunt on the verge of death, and you know what else. Those songs still tell me to chase after my dreams, which are wide and broad, from being a singer to a librarian, to touring the country in a Pick Up with a camper all alone to try to find myself, (which has been lost since the Tony incident), to writing my novel, to fall in love with someone who understands my restless nature, and to just dance in the rain and bathe in a waterfall.

However, over the past two years, I have strayed away from my strictly Dixie Chicks diet. I met the metal chords of Early Metallica, to the antsy angry lyrics of Linkin Park, to the fun and laughing songs of Bowling for Soup, to the soft lyrics of Jimmy Eat World. The Dixie Chicks CDs began to gather dust in my CD book, and I had moved them to the back to mingle with my tranquility/meditation CD for a new, more centered life that I am to restless to achieve. My mind got lost in the Tony incident, and my soul was broken.

However, when I heard that the Dixie Chicks was to release a new album, I knew that it was going to me one that I would want to hear. I broke out the older CD's of theirs, and re-discovered the songs that I had once loved. I began to feel happy, even as I was listening to "Top of the World" while almost crying at the same time. I had found the band that had kept me a happy and laughing (well, I was actually really depressed)and I just felt like I was coming home again.

You see, I have never really had a "home" in my life. The constant moves have taught me never to totally settle down, because there is a pretty good chance that we will move in a few years, and because of this rootless ness, treasured objects have become my home. These include the giant panda plushie that I have had for as long as I can remember, and of course, Cassie, my blakie (whom I can't seem to find at the mo). As I was listening to the songs, I began to feel like I was at home again, and was totally safe from all the things that threaten me, such as my free-floating depression and my insecurity. I began to sway along to them, and sing along to now half-forgotten lyrics.

So when mom and I stopped in the local Starbucks, and I saw their CD, I was ecstatic. I snatched it off of the rack, jumping up and down and talkingreallyreallyfast to my mom, saying that we had to get it. She agreed immediately (the whole family loves the Dixie Chicks) and we listened to the CD three times in the car (we were on our way to see my dying Aunt, and there was incredibly horrible traffic). I felt like I was in a new home, a better one. The songs have a new sort of delicate beauty, no matter how in-your-faces fuck off songs they are. My favorites are "Lullaby" and "Taking the Long Way."

"Taking the Long Way" is particularly special to me. It tells the story of a girl who, instead of marrying her high school boyfriend and settling in the town where she had grown up, she had gone out in the world and experienced many different things. One part of the song really strikes a chord with me:

"It's been two long years now
Since the top of the world came crashing down
And I'm getting' it back on the road now"

It hits me so hard, because it sounds like its talking about me. In my case, it was a year ago when two major parts of my world came crashing down. Half the ceiling came down on top of me when I realized that I was in an abusive relationship, and that really slammed me hard and knocked me off-kilter. And as if to just add the extra special ness to my mental state, the other half came raining down on me when I found out that we were actually moving. Not just considering it, but actually moving. And that now, I'm trying my hardest to piece my world together. It is a slow and agonizing process, with minor cave-ins (thanks for moving, Dan) but eventually I'll be able to have a world over my head again.

Heh heh, my first livejournal entry. I feel the power!