Oct
28
2003
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Or a transfer, that too.

LYRIC SPEWAGE

Amsterdam, Guster

I threw away your greatest hits

You left them here the day you split

Your bass guitar and shaggs CD

Well they don’t mean that much to me right now

I’m going through your things

These days, I’m changing all my strings

I’m gonna write you a letter

I’m gonna write you a book

I wanna see your reaction

I wanna see how it looks

From way up on your cloud

Where you’ve been hiding out

Are you getting somewhere?

Or did you get lost in Amsterdam?

You won’t get too far from me

believing everything you read

You’re wasted in the great unknown

and I am getting ready to dispose

of all your vintage clothes

Your drugs and every secret code

I’m gonna write you a letter

I’m gonna write you a book

I wanna see your reaction

I wanna see how it looks

From way up on your cloud

Where you’ve been hiding out

Are you getting somewhere?

Or did you get lost in Amsterdam?

From your red balloon you were

a super high tech jet fighter

Floating over planet earth

Come back down here, I’ll show you where it hurts

Take this bitter pill

Is it easy to swallow?

I’m gonna write you a letter

I’m gonna write you a book

I wanna see your reaction

I wanna see how it looks

From way up on your cloud

You’re never coming down

Are you getting somewhere?

Or did you get lost in Amsterdam?

Okay, so the explanation behind this– there are some people in your life you write off as jerks, or complete flakes, and then, someone like that, comes along, and surprises you. Does something out of the ordinary, for them, and impresses you. You’re certain they won’t ever do something that nice, or wonderful again, and you don’t know why it happened, but hell, you aren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, right?

Random Acts of Kindess

I believe in them. Regularly practice them. Everyone needs a fucking pick-me-up occasionally, ya know? A present, a cookie, a letter, something that shows you that someone, besides your family, cares that you exist. It gives you a warm fuzzy, they feel good, and HELL, who doesn’t need to feel good?

I did a RAoK on saturday…. I don’t know what possessed me, honestly, I just said, “Hey, they need me a pick me up, they need to feel good, and so, they will.” (it was Gert actually, that i did it to.) I was having an uber shitty day, and i needed to feel good, i needed the little warm fuzzy, and i needed to do something for someone else. Sure, He’s not destitute, or starving or anything, but Cheeze and rice, people who are okay, need positive affirmation too. everyone does, and if every person would just get off their lazy ass, and do something for someone else, even tiny things, it’d be a billion times better to live in this fucking world. :) I know i was in a MUCH better mood after RAoK-ing Gert. :)

Anyway, the song is about cleaning out another person’s stuff from your apartment (room, whatever) and how he’s going to get all of his frustrations off of his chest by writing a letter to the SOB that left the stuff at his house. He guesses he got lost in Amsterdam (Note: This is personal interpretation…) And that has to deal with this past saturday, I just felt like going insane. Stuff around the house was going crazy, and then my friend (former roommate, and what not, I don’t even know….) comes back, after telling me she was done trying to make our relationship work, and that was that. So I cleaned her stuff out, this past week, and then she shows up, (In a friendly manner) and picks some of it up, apologizing and what not. Because i was on my RAoK high, or other reasons unbeknownst to me, I took her back. Without thinking too much about it. *shrugs* So that’s the lyric spew story…. the end.

Derringer Meryl [Id like a date in payment] Out

Oct
26
2003
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You’ve got to be KIDDING me….

Late Night Huzzahs!

Mostly the delusions of my mind being too warm while we drove down to the local college town (Only one hour away, what goodies) I thought about why I play video games, and why I work at a video games store, because honestly– I’m not an OG like i pretend to be. I’m a fairly ‘casual gamer’ that is, until i started working at the store, i wasn’t deep into video games– or anything…. ya know? Then I met this guy, he’s also the reason i’m really into Anime, and he liked video games, and so, then I liked video games….

Now don’t get me wrong, i don’t, in all reality, hate video games (like some girls who change themselves to get guys, I hate girls like that…. i’m such a hypocrite) What is really going on here, is that– I”m willing to try new things because someone else is interested in them. Sure, that person maybe a really hot guy, but HEY, it’s stretching my mind a little, okay? So Yeah. :)

and yeah, i’ve figured, i’ve done a lot in my life (short as it’s been) For guys sakes. I’ve moved, and stretched, and changed for guys. (Not that i’ve ever had one change for me ever, but that’s not the point here…) The point is, i’ve become the product of what the opposite sex seemed to be interested in, and instead of becoming the really hot girl who everyone wants to date because she’s SO understanding, and SO cool and laid back about stuff, i’ve become…. One of the guys Isn’t that great?

No, I (After molding myself to what i *Thought* guys wanted) have come to realize that guys want someone who is completely moronic, that they can feel smart when they talk to because they (their significant other) have no clue what they’re talking about. I’ve seen it at my own home, i’ve seen it at work…. i’ve seen it everywhere. Don’t tell me it’s not true, because i know it is. *leers* Stupid, Pretty, and Skinny. That’s the ideal woman…. Oh, and having boobs so big that her back will break, that’s good too.

So Yeah, I’m SLIGHTLY cynical about what guys want from a girl, but that’s because i’ve been trying to be what I THOUGHT guys wanted for so long, that’s it’s me now. Who I am– and now… I’m just sorta screwed.

Oh, and, Guster (awesome band, heard about them from Gert) is coming to town soon. I’d like to go, just because i’d like to do anything other than stay at home, and because i’d like to go with Gert. :)

Derringer Meryl [My Moods Don’t swing, Silly!] Out

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