Voicemail

"Hi Lindsay, it's Lianne. I don't know what you're doing, so you can always call me. My number at home is 003-112-452-7648-24252359-3583570-35935235, and my cell number is 002-127-132424-3513387657-19305432-Q-Q-another Q-the Batman symbol-876."

Elf

"I'm sorry I ruined your life and crammed eleven cookies into the VCR."

For Good

I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason,
Bringing something we must learn.
And we are led to those who help us most to grow,
If we let them and we help them in return.
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true,
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you.

It well may be
That we will never meet again in this lifetime,
So let me say before we part --
So much of me is made of what I learned from you;
You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart.
And now whatever way our stories end,
I know you have re-written mine by being my friend.

Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better,
Because I knew you I have been changed for good.

Lose

Did you think that you could just walk away?

Either way,
There is no point in me
Lamenting.

Because you can't lose something you never really had.

Man On the Run

You stole a kiss and stole my heart,
Made me a fool right from the start:
Wouldn’t have been so bad except,
This little plan it fell apart.

If I were you
I’d dare not speak,
I’d run like hell
In hopes of seeing tomorrow.
It’s such a travesty:
Think you can just break my heart and leave me.
Well, you better run now,
Man on the run,
Playing for fun.

These lips are sealed:
I’ll never speak your name
In loving memory,
So don’t you try to make amends
That’s what you gain for playing me...

End

Don't wanna think about it,
Don't wanna talk about it,
I'm just so sick about it --
Can't believe it's ending this way...

Is this the way it's really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?

What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around...

Hide and Seek

Where are we?

What the hell is going on?

The dust has only just begun to form,

Crop circles in the carpet,

Sinking feeling...

Oily marks appear on walls

Where pleasure moments hung before.

What you say?

That you only meant well - Well of course you did.

What you say?

That's it all for the best - Of course it is.

What you say?

That it's just what we need -You decided this.

What you say?

What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth,

Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs,

Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you,

You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit...

Fashion

The state of fashion in our current day is at an all-time low.

That is truly saying something. After all, we have previously seen the 80’s – crimped hair, pink lipstick, acid-washed, skinny jeans, with jean jackets on top, even the one-handed, finger-less, lace gloves, worn by Madonna (a fashion icon in herself – who could forget the cone bra?). We have also seen the early 90’s – the birth of Nirvana, and with it, the grunge look, complete with pale, baggy jeans, and flannel – as well as the later 90’s, of which I was able to experience. Looking through photos, I am appalled at the number of cotton “onesies” I wore when I was young, as well as the embarrassing clunky items we once called “shoes.”

But now, I fear that fashion has taken a turn for the worst; a turn into completely inappropriate and frankly embarrassing territory. And by that I mean, the appalling number of females who have chosen to wear shirts as dresses.

At the Thorny Devil, while listening to some excellent house music, and burning off some unneeded calories on the dance floor, I turned to discover the young lady next to me was wearing a black shirt as a dress. It was definitely a shirt; it was made of cotton, had short sleeves, and extended just past her hips. She had paired it with a pair of black, three-inch mules. All of this combined to make her look like she was either at a very high-class resort, and had thrown this shirt on over her bathing suit, or that she had simply left the house without her pants on.

To make things even worse, this novel idea seems to have begun in certain stores. At Urban Behaviour, I was greeted by a wall of short dresses. Alright, this is the new fashion trend: short dresses. But I am a girl who is on the taller side – 5’8” to be exact. Therefore I have come to terms with the fact that most short dresses are too short for me to wear without exposing myself in a rather un-ladylike manner. Sadly, other females do not seem to realize this.

I once purchased a shirt from the aforementioned store. When worn with jeans, it is very flattering, and I’ve gotten several compliments on it. Unfortunately, when back at the same store on another occasion, I witnessed a girl trying the same shirt on as a dress. To be fair, she was shorter than me, but I definitely felt rather uncomfortable watching her prance around the changing rooms in something that could only be described as a shirt.

What is this new overwhelming fashion trend? I do not comprehend it; when did it become acceptable to leave your home without being fully clothed? Am I suddenly unaware of the overwhelming amount of female who have misplaced their pants? I don’t think I will ever understand how a self-respecting female can look at the mirror, as she is wearing a shirt that barely covers herself, and think, Wow, this sure does look good…

Idea

You cannot restrain or tame an idea with idle threats,
Once it has crept into the mind.

The mouth will not bite the tongue to keep it in silence:
The sheer promise of bondage, and whips
Will not be enough to aprehend a thought,
As it travels from ear to misinformed ear.

You will protest,
Because you cannot tell a concept
Not to raise its fist in anger,
And you cannot censor that which only exists in theory.
You cannot tell anarchy to stop in its tracks,
When it's feet only exist in the minds of the oppressed.

There is a force out there:
Greater than the media,
Greater than left or right,
Greater than empty lives or promises,
You can try all night to stop the noise.

Universe

The universe may not always play fair, but at least it's got a hell of a sense of humour.
~ Carrie Brandshaw

Speed

We are all moving
At the speed of light
Hoping
For someone
To crash into us

And end the speed
At which we fall

Holidays

The Holidays are upon us, once again.

And with the Holidays, comes the Holiday music.

Far from the annoying-ness of hearing the some songs sung repeatedly, by different artists (hello Jessica Simpson butchering "Oh Come All Ye Faithful"), but this music is everywhere you go. Everywhere.

Some of it doesn't even make sense. What is "figgy pudding?" And why do I apparently want some so badly?

I'd rather take a nap than listen to some of it. But I will settle for some Christmas music sung by Josh Groban and Michael Buble.