I'd like to keep blogging, and finding things to talk about and say... But I dunno, I always end up thinking "This will take too long for me to gather my thoughts."
Mostly because I don't remember what I was thinking, and end up forgetting it about two minutes after I thought of it.
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEISHA! I hope it was great.
Tuesday, 11 September 2007
Monday, 10 September 2007
the $1 Bid
I'm taking in some Price is Right, and the final Showcase.
This girl bids 28,000 on her "Watercrafts" showcase, and her opponent-guy said "I'm going to take my chances", and subsequently bid $1.
Ouch. Disrespect.
So, turns out his showcase is worth over $33,000, and we all wait with baited breath to find out if 28K girl goes over. "The actual retail price of your showcase is... 20 Thousand..." and some dollars.
You got served, girl.
This girl bids 28,000 on her "Watercrafts" showcase, and her opponent-guy said "I'm going to take my chances", and subsequently bid $1.
Ouch. Disrespect.
So, turns out his showcase is worth over $33,000, and we all wait with baited breath to find out if 28K girl goes over. "The actual retail price of your showcase is... 20 Thousand..." and some dollars.
You got served, girl.
Thursday, 6 September 2007
the Fall Line
I'm listening to some Jack Johnson... "Jack on The Cover". A covered song called Plastic Jesus, into his Fall Line song:
I don't care if it rains or freezes
as long as I've got my plastic Jesus
sitting on the dashboard of my car
it comes in colors pink and pleasant
it glows in the dark cause its iridescent
I'll take it with me whenever I go far
so give me my lady Madonna
dressed in rhinestones and sitting on a
pedestal of abalone shells
driving 90 but I'm not scared
because I've got my Virgin Mary
assuring me that I will never go to hell
And by the way
You know that hope will make you strange
Make you blink, make you blank, make you sink
It will make you afraid of change
And often blame
The box with the view of the world
And the walls that fill the frame
I turn it up but then I turn it off
Because I can't stand when they start to talk
About the hurting and killing
Whose shoes are we filling
The damage and ruin
Man, the things that we're doing
We gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off
We gotta rewind and start it up again
Because we fell across the fall line
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore
Somebody saw him jump
But nobody saw him slip
I guess he lost a lot of hope
And then he lost his grip
Now he's lying in the freeway
In the middle of this mess
Guess we lost another one
Just like the other one
Optimistic hypocrite
That didn't have the nerve to quit
The things that kept him wanting more
Until he finally reached the core
He fell across the fall line
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore
I don't care if it rains or freezes
as long as I've got my plastic Jesus
sitting on the dashboard of my car
it comes in colors pink and pleasant
it glows in the dark cause its iridescent
I'll take it with me whenever I go far
so give me my lady Madonna
dressed in rhinestones and sitting on a
pedestal of abalone shells
driving 90 but I'm not scared
because I've got my Virgin Mary
assuring me that I will never go to hell
And by the way
You know that hope will make you strange
Make you blink, make you blank, make you sink
It will make you afraid of change
And often blame
The box with the view of the world
And the walls that fill the frame
I turn it up but then I turn it off
Because I can't stand when they start to talk
About the hurting and killing
Whose shoes are we filling
The damage and ruin
Man, the things that we're doing
We gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off
We gotta rewind and start it up again
Because we fell across the fall line
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore
Somebody saw him jump
But nobody saw him slip
I guess he lost a lot of hope
And then he lost his grip
Now he's lying in the freeway
In the middle of this mess
Guess we lost another one
Just like the other one
Optimistic hypocrite
That didn't have the nerve to quit
The things that kept him wanting more
Until he finally reached the core
He fell across the fall line
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore
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