Undone

Okay, I just did a lyric Spew, but I found this song (I must have mass downloaded) on my computer. I think it wraps things up … *smirks* nicely.

You Don’t Mean Anything, Simple Plan

Maybe I’m just not good enough for you

And maybe I just don’t wanna be like you

And maybe I just don’t wanna know

How low you’re ready to go

I’m not gonna change

You can’t make me

You don’t mean anything to me

You’re what I never want to be

Tell me does it feel good to be like you

Tell me why should I waste my time with you

‘Cuz maybe you always bring me down

I’m sick of being pushed around

I’m not gonna change

You can’t make me

I know you think you know me

You don’t know anything

I know you want to help me

I don’t need anything

Don’t tell me where to go

I don’t need you to know

I admit, it was mainly… my dad’s fault. And Mine, for telling monkey about things, but God. . . . Anyone who has heard my dad talk for ages about something, can understand why i wanted to warn him–

we are a deadly combination– and he ran, like he should have. Good on ya. Too bad you took my heart with ya!

I have my first test in college tomorrow. I’m really nervous, mainly because i haven’t been to class in a long time. Heh. Shame on me. *smirks girlishly*

I won’t be going to visit monkey because he’s going to the doctor’s office to see if he has a heart murmur. I worry. I worry about Red too. She’s so far away, from her support base. (That is, me. heh… not really, it consists of a whole bunch of people.) *laughs softly*

Which reminds me. I went to see Monkey at work, and to give him Red’s new cell number, so he wouldn’t have an excuse to not call her (but i forgot to get him a calling card, oops.) and I was leaving, and once again my mind was doddling on the fact that guys turn their head slightly when they look at girls, Only God Knows why, i’m sure…. anyway, i was walking out the door, wondering if anyone was watching me. Trust me, i’ve gotten whistles from outside of that store, and a “Damn Baby! What do I gotta do to get me some of that!?” To which I didn’t reply… well I did use my spirit finger… heh. Anyway, back to the story… I was walking out, and i heard the door sorta clang behind me, because our door is really loud– if you’ve been there you know that…. anyway, i sorta turn and look, and Gert is washing the windows….

I smirked to myself wondering if he was actually doing work, or watching me. The cocky part of me says, “He was watchin’ your fine swing you gots in your backyard, yo!” and the modest part of me says “Whatever, he’s just doing his job, cleaning the windows. It’s what he does.” To which the other part responds “Actually, if you remember, that’s not his job, that’s monkey’s job. You know that. He thinks You’re a FINE piece of meat….”

and then I blush at the continuing ramble of my cocky little ego. *winces* I normally don’t brag. But cheeze and rice– i apparently have one fine ass. Red thinks so, Monkey does too (he won’t admit it, but Red Caught him looking, with the tilted head), Marco agrees with Red, and my mum says I have a fine swing in my backyard. Wahoo! I rock….. not really. Heh.

Anyway– i’m fairly sure i’m done bragging about how fine i look (oh no, really, i’m not that good looking.) and we can now continue on with the lyric spew which happens to be from Berserk, an anime which is good but VERY VERY VERY Bloody. Seriously. I’ve seen more blood in the last four hours than a doctor has in his entire career. hee hee. But the opening song, which is surprisingly sang in English, is really good. It’s got a neat Beatles type tune, and it’s just catchy.

Tell me Why, Berserk

Feel no shame about shape

Weather changes their phrase

Even mother will show you another way

So put your glasses on

Nothing will be wrong

There’s no blame, there’s no fame

It’s up to you

The first words should be finded

Whatever hold you back

I can, I can get it off

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you want

I don’t know why, don’t know why, don’t know why you afraid

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you say

I don’t know why, don’t know why, Too late, it’s too late

Have no fear for real

It’s just a turning wheel

Once you start up there’s no other way

Don’t put your eyes on boots

Step forward your roots

There’s no aid there’s no trade

It belongs to you

Before you miss something given

You should know what’s the truth

I can, I can make it out

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you want

I don’t know why, don’t know why, don’t know why you afraid

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you say

I don’t know why, don’t know why, Too late, it’s too late

Before you miss something given

You should know what’s the truth

I can, I can make it out

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you want

I don’t know why, don’t know why, don’t know why you afraid

Tell me what, Tell me what, Tell me what you say

I don’t know why, don’t know why, Too late, it’s too late

Derringer Meryl [Don’t point pretty girls out, not nice] Out

For some reason, being a girl comes with a whole shit load of power. I’m not talking the power to create life, though that is pretty powerful, I mean Hello, hand of God…. I mean the power to manipulate.

I’m fairly sure every girl has it, though some may not use it as much as others. And the unfortunate thing is there is no manual. I’ve been the rudest, skaniest, lowest, filthiest excuse of a girl in terms of manipulation for the past few … um… weeks, and I have no idea how to stop. Heck, I only know that my own anger triggered it.

Damn. *frowns*

Anyway, i’m trying to stop, being manipulative that is, because, it’s low. And I hate being low. I hate the idea. I have all of my friends turning against one of my other friends, and i’m a horrid person for it.

I dare not mention names, even silly code ones.

i’m disgusting. and i’m not trying to manipulate for the pity either. (See, it never ever turns off. EVER!) It’s next to impossible to be genuine, because i always feel like i’m being false, cause i don’t feel a whole lot of emotion in the first place. I mean, I feel stuff, but it doesn’t tend to effect me a lot.

OI.

Anyway, I hope the person who i’ve been horrible to, if he even reads in here any more, which i doubt he does, i hope he knows i’m genuine in my sorriness. Err, In how sorry I feel. Whichever.

Derringer Meryl [Off, turn it off!!] Out

So I gave Monkey his sunglasses back, like a good little girl. *raises her arm to a square and smiles happily* I swear.

I don’t know why i didn’t give him the picture. I should have. But I guess I want that to be more of a… not at work thing. It’s just a matter of catching him long enough to give it to him.

he’s just always so busy.

I played air hockey with my brother and screwed up my pinky finger right nicely. It’s all bruised, and partially swollen…. it’s really rather disgusting. *shrugs* I need to do laundry, because it’s just… oi, i’m running out of normal everyday clothes to wear.

heh.

I was watching gilmore girls and thinking about Monkey and I. Or whatever the hell you want to say, which ever sounds better. I was thinking about my deal with Monkey, which I’m fairly sure he’s unaware of, because deep down, it’s my own deal, with all men of any nature. *sighs* But Lorelai is trying to play it cool with her daughter’s teacher, Max, whom she’s kissed. (He’s affectionately known as Wolf around our house because… well… he starred as Wolf in “The Tenth Kingdom”) He acts so odd about it. He won’t get near her, physically. He says that when they’re close bad things happen… and Lorelai is telling her friend Suki about how she would know how to act if she could just ask Max what he was thinking.

God, Is she so right. I would know how to act, around EVERYONE, if i just knew what they were thinking. Not everyone in this state is so open with their thoughts.

Heh. Heck, when it comes to expressing themselves, Red and I are pioneers.

Oh, I guess it’s time for the Lyric Spew for tonight, right? It’s When I’m with you, Simple Plan DOnt’ be surprised if a lot of lyric spews come from them or Chicago. I’m in love with the two albums. HA! 😀

Taking my time

I’m trying to leave the memories of you behind

I’m gonna be fine

As soon as I get your picture right out of my mind

[CHORUS]

I wanna feel the way you make me feel when I’m with you

I wanna be the only hand, you need to hold on to

But everytime I call you don’t have time

I guess I’ll never get to call you mine

For nothing at all, I know theres a million reasons

why I shouldn’t call

With nothing to say, could easily make this

conversation last all day

I wanna feel the way you make me feel when I’m with you

I wanna be the only hand, you need to hold on to

But everytime I call you don’t have time

I guess I’ll never get to call you mine

Another lesson I didn’t get to learn

Your my obsession

I’ve got nowhere to turn

I wanna feel the way you make me feel when I’m with you

I wanna be the only hand, you need to hold on to

But everytime I call you don’t have time

I guess I’ll never get to call you mine

I wanna feel the way you make me feel when I’m with you

I wanna be the only hand, you need to hold on to

But everytime I call you don’t have time

I guess I’ll never get to call you mine

Derringer Meryl [my pinky hurts bad] Out

After watching Chicago I’ve discovered, that I have a new favorite song.

I don’t condone killing, in anyway whatsoever– but in self defense… I mean, sometimes bad things happen in the heat of passion. So Today, I’m going to leave you with … The Cell Block Tango Sung by Six women, partially spoken.

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d have been there

If you’d have seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

You know how people

have these little habits

That get you down. Like Bernie.

Bernie like to chew gum. No, not chew. POP. Well, I came home this one day And I am really irritated, and looking for a little sympathy and there’e Bernie layin’ on the couch, drinkin’ a beer and chewin’. No, not chewin’. Poppin’. So, I said to him,I said, “Bernie, you pop that gum one more time…” and he did. So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots…

…into his head.

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d have been there

If you’d have seen it

I betcha you would

Have done the same!

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d have been there

If you’d have seen it

I betcha you would

Have done the same!

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself to blame

If you’d have been there

If you’d have seen it

I betcha you would

Have dome the same!

I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake city about two years ago and he told me he was single and we hit it off right away. So, we started living together. He’d go to work, he’d come home, I’d mix him a drink, We’d have dinner. And then I found out. “Single” he told me?Single, my ass. Not only was he married …oh, no, he had six wives. One of those Mormons, you know. So that night, when he came home, I mixed him his drink as usual.

You know, some guys just can’t hold their arsenic.

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself

To blame

If you’d have been there

If you’d have seen it

I betcha you would

Have done the same

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had himself

to blame

If you’d have been there

If yo’d have seen it

I betcha you would

Have done the same!

Hah! He had it coming

He had it coming

He took a flower

In its prime

And then he used it

And he abused it

It was a murder

But not a crime!

Now, I’m standing in the kitchen carvin’ up the chicken for dinner, minding my own business, and in storms my husband Wilbur, in a jealous rage. “You been screwin’ the milkman,” he says. He was crazy and he kept screamin’, “you been screwin the milkman.” And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times!

If you’d have been there

If you’d have seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

What I am doing here? They say, that the famous lakem kept down my husband and I stoke off his head. But this is not true, I am guiltless. I dont know why Uncle Sam says that I did it. I tried to explain at the police station but they didn’t understand me…

My sister, Veronica and I did this double act and my husband, Charlie, used to travel round with us. Now, for the last number in our act, we did these 20 acrobatic four,five…splits, spread eagles, back flips,flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one night we were in Cicero, the three of us, sittin’ up in a hotel room, boozin’ and havin’ a few laughs and we ran out of ice. So I went out to get some.I come back, open the door and there’s Veronica andCharlie doing Number Seventeen-

the spread eagle.

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had

Himself to blame.

If you’d have been there

Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out.I can’t remember a thing. It wasn’t until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead.

They had it coming

They had it coming

They had it coming all along

I didn’t do it

But if I’d done it

How could you tell me that I was wrong?

I loved Alvin Lipschitz more than I can possibly say. He was a real artistic guy… sensitive… a painter. But he was troubled. He was always trying to find himself. He’d go out every night looking for himself and on the way he found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary and Irving. I guess you can say we broke up because or artistic differences. He saw himself as alive and I saw him dead.

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had

Himself to blame

If you’d have been there

If you’d have seen it

I betcha

You would

Have done

The same!

The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

They had it comin’

They had it comin’

They had it comin’

They had it comin’

They had it comin’

They had it comin’

All Along

All Along

‘Cause if they used us

‘Cause if they used us

And they abused us

And they abused us

How could you tell us

How could you tell us That we were wrong?

That we were wrong?

He had it coming

He had it coming

He only had

Himself

To blame.

If you’d have been there

If you’d have seen it

I betcha

You would

Have done

The same!

If you liked that, as much as I Did. Rent it, or buy the cd. or do whatever. I loved the show. I’m going to listen to this song until i rage insanely.

Derringer Meryl [He ran into my knife ten times] Out