http://www.songmeanings.net/artist/view/songs/137438986693/

ERIC BENSON HAS BEEN ADDED.

Now I can add all his lyrics. xD Muahahaaha.

Another one for the fears list:

Loud noises. Surprise Surprise.

Aaaaaand want to know something creepy? Yeah? My dad is absolutley in love with the show Paris Hilton: My new BFF. Yeeeaaah.
I can't watch that show. Mainly because, well, the concept of it is stupid, but also because on her Thanksgiving special there was a pitcher of gravy on the table. Like a pitcher you put juice in. Yeah. A PITCHER OF GRAVY.
What is the world coming to when you feel the need to have A PITCHER OF GRAVY at Thanksgiving?

"Hey honey, how much gravy are we gonna need?"
"Oh don't worry about it, just make a PITCHER and we'll give what's left over to the cats!"

Gosh. Next she'll have a cauldron of mushroom soup. I like mushroom soup, actually. Mmm.

Great, now I'm hungry.

Ever have two songs stuck in your head at the same time? And they just kind of sync over top of each other? Well, right now I'm going with FOUR.
Just Dance (Lady Gaga), Womanizer (Britney Spears), Bad Girlfriend (Theory of a Deadman) and Clumsy (Our Lady Peace). It's a terrible mixture, like Buckley's, except even though it sounds (tastes?) awful it doesn't work AT ALL.

I'm pretty much just talking about random shit right about now. I haven't had a REALLY long Journal post for a while and now I feel the need to kind of... make up for it, I guess. I'm such a loser, I know.

It's a cloudy and shitty day outside today, as usual. Gosh I hate it here sometimes. The weather sucks. I think I already mentioned that, though. And it always rains on days when I have to do my paper route. I think I'm gonna quit, put together a resume and get a REAL job, dammit. My sister thinks she can hook me up with a job at the Chinese Food place, so... you know.
I have a friend who works at McDonalds, but who wants to work there? Sure, it looks FANtastic on a resume, but still... I have like, three letters of reference and two past jobs already, so I'm pretty much set for a while... 'till highschool, at least. I only want a job for the money. Who doesn't like money? ;D

I have a complaint on biology.
Did you know, the toe just before your smallest, has no scientific name that I'm aware of, and is simply reffered to as the 'fourth toe'?
What is the point of it being there? You can't move it independantly and it just kinda... sits there.
It's like... the mystery toe. Like the appendix. The mystery organ.

...

Also, I develop feelings for people too easy. How can I tell? Saw CC talking to another girl in my class for all of math... not sure if he was tutoring or just chatting, but I felt kind of... I dunno, jealous? Weird. I'm pretty sure I don't like him like that, but still. Maybe I'm just crazy. Cough cough.

ALSO, I started parting my hair on the left side of my face now. I know, "OH MOWTHWAUSH, YOUS A CRAY-ZAY GIRL", right? xD 

The comprehensive list.

Toothpick Forests
Toothpicks themselves (that guy got KILLED with one in Atlantis! Yeah, it's a cartoon, but DAMN)
Strobe lights
Pneumatic messaging-systems in cars, buildings, etc.
Shutter blinds (especially when someone leaves their's partially open, with a lamp on behind it or something; it looks like a face and that scares me as the title might suggest)
Unmarked bottles under the kitchen sink (Raspberry Fanta or Windex? Your call.)
Automatic lights
Those motion detector things designed to squirt water at deer
Broken bottles
Broken plates
Electrocution by using the 'razor only' plug for a hair dryer
Dying from graphite poisoning (or, in layman's terms, 'stabbed to death with a pencil')
Falling down stairs... again.
The idea that perhaps everyone else on the bus can hear what I'm thinking
Wrappers in lakes
Plastic bags in lakes
Large, dead trees in lakes
Staplers
Staples
Mechanical pencil lead
Large, open windows
Reflective street/highway signs
the circle game... you know the one.

More when I think of them. OH GOSH I KNOW, TRY TO CONTAIN YOURSELVES.

And, my bad, Coeur D'Alene has been featured in at least eight songs. Now I need another small town to pick on.

Seriously, picture it. The maimed version of Santa Monica by Theory of a Deadman:

I remember the day when ya left for Coeur D'Aleeeene
And I asked myself
"Where exactly is that place?"
And you just shook your head and say
"Well it's about 30 miles east of Spokaaaane."

SHUT UP, IT WORKS IN MY MIND. If you adjust the rhyming scheme, and the rythym, and everything else... it does, dammit. D:

(And I'll say it Spo-KAIN if I damn well want to. There's an E on the end, that A is getting pronounced. Take the E away it it pisses you off so much. xD)

This was supposed to be a lot longer but somehow I've lost the will to keep typing. Again. xD 

Gawd I hate my father some days.

Woke up this morning at ten to six to the LOVELY sound of his alarm clock. Being extremely loud.

KISS: IIIIIII WANNA ROCK AND ROLL ALL NIIIIIGHT AND PARTYEVERYDAY
Me: .....I think I just popped an ear drum.

There's still a good twenty minutes before I actually have to get up, so I figure, hey, I can man this one out and sleep through it. Well, soon enough..

Collective Soul: YEAH HOLLYWOOD. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ONE MAN SHOULD.
Me: OH LAWDY It is time for me to take the law into my own hands.

So, using my iPod as a flash light I snuck into my dad's bedroom and shut off the alarm. He then wakes up.

Dad: What are you doing?
Me: Turning off the alarm. It has been on for like, twenty minutes.
Dad: Uhhhhh it's six ten, so ten minutes.
Me: Well, NO, SIR, it has not.
Dad: I was LISTENING TO THAT.
Me: You were SNORING.
Dad: O rly.
Me: YA, RLY
Dad: No wai.
Me: YA WAI.

Or some other sort of banter similar to the effect. Anyhow, if he WAS awake *sarcastic snickering here* you'd think he'd turn the damn thing down. If the dead wake and walk the earth today you'll know why.

Stayed home sick today. Fascinating, I know.

My dad almost got me to go to school anyhow. After I took some Contact C's and they didn't help my headache he told me to go get a shower (while he quickly got dressed and left before I could ask to stay home). What he didn't count on was my almost passing out from standing too long and then proceeding to throw up.

And I get out of the shower, shaking and coughing up half digested food, he tries to rush out the door on me. Yeah, well, you're not fast enough. There will be no miserable third blocks today, monsieur.

My mind kind of... hurts. Like, if I think about too many things for too long my head might explode. I just really, really don't want to do... anything. I'm not sad or depressed, just... unmotivated. I'd sleep some more but I'm not tired enough.

I have a cut on my stomach and no clue as to how it got there. 

Yeah, I spilled hot coffee on the inside of my leg and then some, if you catch my drift. It hurts to sit. Bad.

I don't think I'm seriously burned, but it still kinda stings. I'm a real dumbass, I know.

I have a splitting headache and I don't want to clean my room. 

Interesting thing happened today.

So, I'm eating lunch in the stairwell with my friends (yes, I have friends) just MINDING MY BUSINESS, and who should come along but DS and CC? WELL, seeing that I have a tiny packet of Rockets in my lap, CC holds me against the wall by my shoulders and DS practically DIVES for the candy while shocked onlookers... look on.

Me: RAPE! RAAAAAAPE!
CC: *seizing the Rockets, psuhing me to the side and running off* DS! TAKE IT, RUN!

So while recoveringfrom this traumatic experience, CC came a waltizing by again.

CC: So, enjoy your Rockets-OHHH, THAT'S RIGHT, I JACKED THEM.
Me: *kicks*
CC: *keels over*

And then CZ and I were walking to our lockers and since CC's is right next to hers, I kicked him again.

CC: WHY DO YOU KEEP KICKING ME, DS WAS THE ONE WHO STOLE THEM.
Me: BECAUSE I WANTED TO WAIT UNTIL MARRIAGE YOU BASTARD. D:

Yeah. Good times.

I almost threw up in Spanish! :D Thought I'd share that.