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[22 May 2004|01:48pm] |
Here is Blender's list of the 50 worst songs of all time.
Post it in your own journal, and bold the songs that you actually like.
1. We Built This City ... Starship
2. Achy Breaky Heart ... Billy Ray Cyrus
3. Everybody Have Fun Tonight ... Wang Chung
4. Rollin' ... Limp Bizkit
5. Ice Ice Baby ... Vanilla Ice
6. The Heart of Rock & Roll ... Huey Lewis and the News
7. Don't Worry, Be Happy ... Bobby McFerrin
8. Party All the Time ... Eddie Murphy
9. American Life ... Madonna
10. Ebony and Ivory ... Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder
11. Invisible ... Clay Aiken
12. Kokomo ... The Beach Boys
13. Illegal Alien ... Genesis
14. From a Distance ... Bette Midler
15. I'll Be There for You ... The Rembrandts
16. What's Up? ... 4 Non Blondes
17. Pumps and a Bump ... Hammer
18. You're the Inspiration ... Chicago
19. Broken Wings ... Mr. Mister
20. Dancing on the Ceiling ... Lionel Richie
21. Two Princes ... Spin Doctors
22. Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue
23. Sunglasses at Night ... Corey Hart
24. Superman ... Five for Fighting
25. I'll Be Missing You ... Puff Daddy
26. The End ... The Doors
27. The Final Countdown ... Europe
28. Your Body Is a Wonderland ... John Mayer
29. Breakfast at Tiffany's ... Deep Blue Something
30. Greatest Love of All ... Whitney Houston
31. Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm ... Crash Test Dummies
32. Will 2K ... Will Smith
33. Barbie Girl ... Aqua
34. Longer ... Dan Fogelberg
35. Shiny Happy People ... R.E.M.
36. Make Em Say Uhh! ... Master P featuring Silkk, Fiend, Mia-X and Mystikal
37. Rico Suave ... Gerardo
38. Cotton Eyed Joe ... Rednex
39. She Bangs ... Ricky Martin
40. I Wanna Sex You Up ... Color Me Badd
41. We Didn't Start the Fire ... Billy Joel
42. The Sounds of Silence ... Simon & Garfunkel (is this guy on crack. . . this is one of the best songs EVER)
43. Follow Me ... Uncle Kracker
44. I'll Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That) - Meatloaf
45. Mesmerize ... Ja Rule featuring Ashanti
46. Hangin' Tough ... New Kids on the Block
47. The Only Thing That Looks Good on Me Is You ... Bryan Adams
48. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da ... The Beatles
49. I'm Too Sexy ... Right Said Fred
50. My Heart Will Go On ... Celine Dion
honestly there are many many songs that are not on this list that could kill a skunk they stink so bad. they would put old gym socks to shame. i mean, what about all the crap toby keith sings. . . and not a single one is on the list. or that horrible song by lfo. . . you know the abercrombie one. . . and what about the "thong song." oh, yes, that one took some REAL talent.
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[19 May 2004|05:41pm] |
spent last night at my cousin's house in tacoma. woke up and was put to work by her mom.
ok, i volunteered.
she taught me and jessica's two japanese roomates how to make homemade tortillas. something i've been meaning to learn since i was about six. now, i can do it and they are so yummy.
the four of us (aunt bea, mari, alisa and me) made about 100 tortillas! i brought 30 home. dinner for the next 15 days! just kidding.
jessica has made them before she opted out of the whole process. but we made her wash the dishes before she could eat any. kevin (my uncle) video taped the whole thing for grandma.
it was very amusing. very fun, very rewarding.
very yummy!
i can't wait to show off my new talent to jon. he's going to love me even more, now. homemade tortillas and guacamole.
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| just being typical |
[16 May 2004|08:54pm] |
i wish someone would just point me in the right direction and yell, "GO."
life would be a whole lot simpler. scary still, yes, but at least then, i wouldn't feel like i was making mistakes.
my cousin, who is two weeks younger than me, graduated from the University of Puget Sound today with a BS in Biology. next year, she is off to colorado to study immunology.
watching her graduate was . . . weird . . .
if i had done the whole college thing after high school, that could be me. i even looked into attending UPS. why didn't i? why didn't i?
i don't regret the decision. . . i'm just wondering. i was smart. took honors classes and graduated with honors. could have gotten near full rides to any of the state colleges. what was it that told me, "no. . . don't go. . ."?
i know i want to go back to school. i know i do. deep down, that is what i'm meant to do. but why don't i try? i'm not afraid of failing, mainly because i know i won't. i'm not a failure and that's that. yeah, i'm scared. yeah, it's going to be challenging, but i have always thrived on acedemic challenges.
what is holding me back from applying? what is it that is keeping me from even submitting a fafsa? where are these ropes tieing me down coming from and why can't i chew through them?
if this is what i feel i am supposed to do, if this is where i will belong, what is my freakin' problem?
it was weird to see so many women there, my age. single and so young. students. . . and here i am married and ready to buy a house.
i feel crooked. off kilter from the real world. why don't i fit in?
this isn't even what i meant to write about and my fingers smell like cilantro. it's making me queezy.
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| beautiful world |
[13 May 2004|06:07pm] |
well, my friends, i can see.
yes, that's right. . . i couldn't see before. but thanks to the wonders of convex/concav - ity. . . i can see the real beauty in the world. and it is giving me a headache.
right eye: 20/80
left eye : 20/100
whatever that means. . . i never really did understand that. but now i have pretty glasses that make me look smart, and make me all dizzy when i try to read things up close. (because my near vision is perfect so my eyes have to refocus through the lenses on that stuff.)
but while driving and walking around and looking at fast food menus. . . WOW!
It's amazing what you take for granted.
The world is much sharper and colorful than i ever really knew.
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[09 May 2004|09:03pm] |
i miss flirting. i want jon back so bad. i want to be coy and spontaneous and it's no fun when you're all by yourself.
i can't believe that gas on base is above $2! That's freakin' amazing!
so these protestors really pissed me off. there's a little blurb about them in our local paper. they are basically a group opposed to nuclear weapons. ok. . . they have a right to not want us to use them. . .
but how is standing in front of a navy base in WA state going to do ANYTHING but piss the employees and residents, like me, off? you want to make a change, then make a change, dammit! i'm so sick of people complaining and not educating themselves on how to make a difference. i'll tell you, when it comes to nuclear weapons, this base is not where you start. you start in Washington DC where they actually make these decisions. it's not like the commander here can just say, oh, ok. we won't use them. screw what the rest of the government says.
morons. if you're going to protest (and i'm all for a good protest) learn what you're trying to change and make your stand where it will count. otherwise, you just waste your own time and piss other people off.
i swear, if it was legal, i would have run them over. the world could use less stupid people.
ok, i wouldn't have run them over. but i wish i could have said something or done something to make them see that there was no point. i should find something to protest and stand outside their home with my signs and buttons and show them how incredibly useless their effort was.
they probably wouldn't see the comparison.
sad. . .
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| i should really watch wear i tread |
[09 May 2004|05:29pm] |
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got into a massive argument with this dumb bitch who thinks that every cutter is suicidal and cuts for attention and suggests that they "cut themselves the right way" and basically get over it.
my god, woman. that's just what will excite the attention grabbers. you're rant is wonderful and all but you're leaving your fresh meat out for the wolves. the ones that want attention. . . ARE GETTING YOUR ATTENTION.
and this probably started b/c the gal was lonely and wanted to spark something and here i am feeding the flames. just not where those folks may find it. they don't know me and i'd like to keep it that way.
not much is up in my little humdrum world. our jeep is broken. :( thought it was the battery, but got a jump and it won't hold a charge. i'm praying that it is just a dead cell and we can simply replace the battery, NOT the alternator. but i have a sick feeling its the latter.
i'm going to go to hollywood and return my girly movies. maybe pick up something to eat, but what? i hate living alone. i've lost weight doing so, which i like somedays and no better than other days.
depression continues. . . but i'm enduring. still have cigarrettes left from the only pack i've bought while he's away. i'm pretty sure i can handle this.
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| looks like i'm here for a while |
[28 Apr 2004|05:33pm] |
steph - you were right. blurty can be annoyingly bothersome.
but, i have wonderfully stupendous news. i have just been on the phone for the last half hour with. . . JON!
YAY!
i jumped up and down and had this totally goofy grin on my face and it was near perfection. ah. . . i love that boy.
i'm still beaming, but now it is bittersweetness because i don't know when the next contact i have will be. but i am so thankful!
YAY!
YAY!
YAY!
YAY FOR ME!
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| today sucks ass |
[27 Apr 2004|09:39pm] |
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i got an email from jon.
it made me happy to know he actually has access to it, but i know that it is delayed and now i can't send one back to him for security reasons.
i've been crying on and off for one day. this afternoon i rolled under my bed and cried and cried. i feel like everything is tumbling down.
i shouldn't feel this way. he's coming back. why is this so damn hard? maybe because i blame it on myself. . . i don't try to have friends, i don't ask anyone for help. but what good would it do. it's not like i have anyone willing to drop everything and come up here. and i don't have the time or will power to drive down there.
i wish it were my mom coming up and not my dad. but i'm glad donna and dusty are coming up. and it's not like i don't want to see my dad, cuz he'll help a little bit to cheer me up but what i really want is to be held by my mom. i feel like a lost little girl. . . and that's what lost little girls need, their moms.
i had a cigarrette. i know i shouldn't and this time it didn't help at all. i just have a slight buzz and gross taste. and i think i might even be imagining the buzz.
i'm never going to be able to sleep tonight and once i do, waking up in the morning to go to work is going to be hell.
at least people whining about their papers keeps my mind off jon. so i'm free of that for about 9 hours or so. . . but what do i do with the rest of my time?
i should start swimming at the gym again. i read somewhere or heard somewhere about someone liking to cry when the swam because their tears just got mixed up with everything else. i think it would be pretty weird to cry and swim at the same time.
what made today so horrible, anyway?
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[27 Apr 2004|12:45pm] |
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blurty is being dumb. so here i am.
got an email from jon. he's been working long days but getting stuff done. he also says he has a really hairy beard.
haven't done much today. have a load of laundry in the dryer, the deep fryer is preheating for my lunch of taquitos and i made a cd!
toxic - britney spears (guilty please, please don't tease)
peaches n cream - 112
white flag - dido
99 red balloons - blondie
in the meantime - spacehog
it's my life - no doubt
i miss you - blink 182
can't hold us down - christina aguilera w/ lil' kim
this love - maroon five
i'm not an addict - k's choice
last train home - lost prophets
criminal - fionna apple
mama i'm coming home - ozzy osbourne
the look - roxette
the freshman - verve pipe
africa - toto
fast car - tracy chapman
seeter - veruca salt
lady marmalade - christina, pink, etc.
i tried to get kenny chesney's "when the sun goes down" but it won't burn for some reason. it would have been a super mix with that splash of country, but it's just a regular mix. oh well.
i'm going to go fry me some taquitos and watch 21 grams now.
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| yeah I, smoke, occasionally. |
[25 Apr 2004|04:59pm] |
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K's Choice
Not An Addict
Breathe it in and breathe it out
And pass it on, it's almost out
We're so creative, so much more
We're high above but on the floor
It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
The deeper you stick it in your vein
The deeper the thoughts, there's no more pain
I'm in heaven, I'm a god
I'm everywhere, I feel so hot
It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)
It's over now, I'm cold, alone
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
(Nothing means a thing to me)
It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)
Free me, leave me
Watch me as I'm going down
Free me, see me
Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling.
It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive I feel...
It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive
It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)
I'm not an addict...
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| just because |
[22 Apr 2004|05:28pm] |
I just got this journal b/c so many other people are over here that I want to be friends with.
My real journal is here: http://www.blurty.com/users/neverwas. And I probably won't change b/c I have a great set up over there. Yes, the load time sucks, but I have put way too much effort into that one change it. So, if you want to know about me, go over there.
And you can add me or whatever, I don't care. I only comment on things I care about so if you're looking for someone to say something about everything you write, go find someone else, cuz that is not me.
Ok, I think that's all.
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