LOL
Boy bands rule.
Monday, January 29, 2007
The Rose
And nuckinfutz has risen to a new level...but this song, this song. It brings me hope! A hope that cannot be dashed by even the most awful of men. Sing it with me my Trish.
"When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose"
I noticed that the louder I belt this out, the more emphatic and dramatic I get, the better I feel. Suddenly I find my sense of humour again.
*Also if you try to imitate their facial expressions and body movements while you sing, it adds another little je ne sais quoi.
So do there you go. Joanne's never fail pick me up.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Un-Break my Heart
Well, the results are in. Ladies and gentlemen (ok, just lady), He has a girlfriend. Dammit. He mentioned her for the first time on Thursday. (The day after you and I talked and I told you that I would rather not know.) She's a nurse practitioner and she makes alot of money. (Isn't that nice?) But for some reason, I still have hope. I don't know why. Maybe it's the way he talks to me, but I'm still into him. Or maybe it's because, if it's not him, then who else?
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Who knew?
Your results:
You are Apocalypse
Click here to take the "Which Super Villain am I?" quiz...
I'd rather be Poison Ivy
You are Apocalypse
| You believe in survival of the fittest and you believe that you are the fittest. |
Click here to take the "Which Super Villain am I?" quiz...
I'd rather be Poison Ivy
If you don't know me by now
Where did we meet: Probably at St. Croix - but first memory St. Joseph's Park.
Take a stab at my middle name: Diane? I know that's not right. That's your Mum's name. How can I not know your middle name? For shame. Theresa? Right. Tell me I'm right. No. Trishia Theresa? No. In my defense I know Madison's middle name.
How long have you known me: 23 years give or take.
Do I smoke: Yes, you do.
What was your first impression of me upon meeting: I don't know. But I imagine something like "Oh that poor girl is stuck in the swing."
Color of my eyes: Brown.
Do I have any siblings: Yup. Two brothers and a sister.
What's one of my favourite things to do: Internet poker. Listening to music in the car.
Do you remember one of the first things I said to you: Help me?
What's my favourite type of music: Punk. But anything really, as long as the lyrics speak to you.
What is the best feature about me: Your smile...your laugh. Oh you do have a good sense of humour.
Am I shy or outgoing: I would say a combination of both. Although leaning more towards shy.
Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules: You're a rebel who follows the rules.
What's your favourite memory of me: Remember when the Sea Cadet bus broke down on the side of the highway? And you were hanging from the baggage bars, with your head thrown back, laughing, and for some reason your hair was in a ponytail at the top of your head...ya good times.
Any special talents: Making me laugh my ass off. No one does it better.
Would you consider me a friend: More than that actually.
How many children do I have: One. The beautiful Mads.
If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be: Ma p'tite papoute. I don't know.
If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what one thing would I bring? Some gum. So it never has no taste.
Take a stab at my middle name: Diane? I know that's not right. That's your Mum's name. How can I not know your middle name? For shame. Theresa? Right. Tell me I'm right. No. Trishia Theresa? No. In my defense I know Madison's middle name.
How long have you known me: 23 years give or take.
Do I smoke: Yes, you do.
What was your first impression of me upon meeting: I don't know. But I imagine something like "Oh that poor girl is stuck in the swing."
Color of my eyes: Brown.
Do I have any siblings: Yup. Two brothers and a sister.
What's one of my favourite things to do: Internet poker. Listening to music in the car.
Do you remember one of the first things I said to you: Help me?
What's my favourite type of music: Punk. But anything really, as long as the lyrics speak to you.
What is the best feature about me: Your smile...your laugh. Oh you do have a good sense of humour.
Am I shy or outgoing: I would say a combination of both. Although leaning more towards shy.
Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules: You're a rebel who follows the rules.
What's your favourite memory of me: Remember when the Sea Cadet bus broke down on the side of the highway? And you were hanging from the baggage bars, with your head thrown back, laughing, and for some reason your hair was in a ponytail at the top of your head...ya good times.
Any special talents: Making me laugh my ass off. No one does it better.
Would you consider me a friend: More than that actually.
How many children do I have: One. The beautiful Mads.
If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be: Ma p'tite papoute. I don't know.
If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what one thing would I bring? Some gum. So it never has no taste.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Girl, Interrupted
i've lost count of how many times i've listened to 'how's it going to be?' over the last couple of days.
and what was this flip remark about things returning to normal by monday? amiretarded? i'm a zombie today. i honestly haven't had to handle this amount of emotional confusion in a long time.
that on top of knowing that i've caused it in other people. plus i'm stressing about getting my grading done and preparing to leave for 2 months. i'm ready for a fucking vacation.
or at the very least another bottle of wine!! but i'm not going there - one time is ok. 2 times? i don't have time for the meetings i'd have to start going to.
so i've tried listening to the post-depression songs but i'm still dipping into the BR.
and finally my list to add to yours: (the real reason for this post)
someone like you - keith urban
hung up - madonna
i'm alive - celine
chop me up - j.t.
that's all i can think of right now. i'm sure there are more. i think a c.d. should be made.
j
*i know not a song title. but seemed appropriate so i went with it.
and what was this flip remark about things returning to normal by monday? amiretarded? i'm a zombie today. i honestly haven't had to handle this amount of emotional confusion in a long time.
that on top of knowing that i've caused it in other people. plus i'm stressing about getting my grading done and preparing to leave for 2 months. i'm ready for a fucking vacation.
or at the very least another bottle of wine!! but i'm not going there - one time is ok. 2 times? i don't have time for the meetings i'd have to start going to.
so i've tried listening to the post-depression songs but i'm still dipping into the BR.
and finally my list to add to yours: (the real reason for this post)
someone like you - keith urban
hung up - madonna
i'm alive - celine
chop me up - j.t.
that's all i can think of right now. i'm sure there are more. i think a c.d. should be made.
j
*i know not a song title. but seemed appropriate so i went with it.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
Pull Me Through
if you don't keep your eye on the ball it'll hit you smack in the face.
and boy does it hurt.
i've just cracked open a bottle of wine and intend to stare into it later this evening and see that round glass bottom staring back at me.
ever have one of of those nights my dear trish?
well i've managed to fuck a few things up in the past couple months and it all came to a head today. and so here i sit listening to the comfort that is blue rodeo wishing more than anything else that i could transport myself to a tim's, coffee in hand with you sitting across from me with a look of concern and support on your face. and since i haven't mastered the talent of teletransportation i settle for jim cuddy and company because it makes me feel like you're here with me. and that's what i need right now, my oldest, most loyal friend at my side.
worried? don't be. i'll live. i just need to escape tonight. be numb. curse myself tomorrow morning. reflect tomorrow afternoon. perhaps curse my situation tomorrow night and hit the hot springs on sunday morning and get back to 'normal' on monday morning. that's the plan anyway. the guzzling of another bottle of wine might be thrown in somewhere in there. i reserve that right.
the fucking sarah mclachlan blue rodeo mix KILLS me man. KILLS me. blue fucking rodeo man. does anyone else besides us, appreciate the genius?
oh tossing and turning like waves in the sea, you show myself to me, you lie so easily, oh but that's the way you come to me, i'm head over heels and I'm always going to be, thats ok i love the way you come to me.
i won't tell you how many times i listened to that portion of the song to transcribe it. i believe i can now officially say that i'm drunk. i'm not quoting from the sarah m blue rodeo combo btw. but of course you know that my dear trish. i've now gotten wise and looked up the lyrics on the web. getting drunker by the second.
we both done things i know we can't defend, what's the use of tracing it all back to the start, there's something missing in the end, i wish we could find the words to look the other way, be careful of the things we do, and watch the things we say, maybe then we'd get somewhere, we've never been before...
only you my dear trish, (well other b.r. fans as well, but i'm not addressing them) could identify the songs i'm quoting. and you know i expect you to identify each and every one i quote. and when we chat on the phone you'll know why i've quoted the passages i have.
there's a certain joy in wallowing isn't there? who shall i move onto? only have a limited amount of the b.r.
One heart one love, two people who can't rise above, each time we fall, don't know what I could be dreaming of, don't say it's so, don't say it's so, let me be the last to know
god this is one of my favorites. i believe i'm repeating songs. but i can't be sure. what's your favorite blue rodeo song? i'm speaking of 'rain on me' by the way.
but then there's is alway this song. back to the sarah + b.r.
what is this love, that i leave behind? how can i turn from the tears in your eyes? what is this world that we always pretend that it's worth it, worth it in the end?
and now i'm on to sarah. fumbling toward ecstacy. you're not a sarah fan, are you my trish?
ok now i'm on to the truly depressing music: james blunt. goodbye my lover. perhaps i shouldn't be listening to this? ah what the fuck. i have one more full glass of wine to enjoy and then i either break into the sake i have tucked away or fall into bed full clothed. we shall see, ne.
ok christ. collide. howie day. are you with me trish? perhaps the song i could listen to over and over and over again.
just poured the last of my wine into my glass. shall i stare into the bottom now? or wait until my glass is empty? i think i'll wait until the last of the wine is down to do the staring.
on to more canadian music. nickelback. figured you out. just because it's raunch and direct. and reminds me of buffy and spike.
i'm too drunk now to read into any of the lyrics. but just to keep you posted on to 'stay' but lisa leob
which led me somehow to a 'party of five' video that made me sob. and then from party of five to third eye blind 'how's it going to be'. and now usher. i don't know. how i make the connection from one to the other. i just did.
it's time for bed soon. i'm not sure i can finish my last glass of wine.
feeling kind of sick. i think the night is over.
hope you enjoyed joanne's night of escape.
i'll fill you in on the back story soon, my friend.
love j
i think it's the falling into bed fully clothed option that going to win out.
and boy does it hurt.
i've just cracked open a bottle of wine and intend to stare into it later this evening and see that round glass bottom staring back at me.
ever have one of of those nights my dear trish?
well i've managed to fuck a few things up in the past couple months and it all came to a head today. and so here i sit listening to the comfort that is blue rodeo wishing more than anything else that i could transport myself to a tim's, coffee in hand with you sitting across from me with a look of concern and support on your face. and since i haven't mastered the talent of teletransportation i settle for jim cuddy and company because it makes me feel like you're here with me. and that's what i need right now, my oldest, most loyal friend at my side.
worried? don't be. i'll live. i just need to escape tonight. be numb. curse myself tomorrow morning. reflect tomorrow afternoon. perhaps curse my situation tomorrow night and hit the hot springs on sunday morning and get back to 'normal' on monday morning. that's the plan anyway. the guzzling of another bottle of wine might be thrown in somewhere in there. i reserve that right.
the fucking sarah mclachlan blue rodeo mix KILLS me man. KILLS me. blue fucking rodeo man. does anyone else besides us, appreciate the genius?
oh tossing and turning like waves in the sea, you show myself to me, you lie so easily, oh but that's the way you come to me, i'm head over heels and I'm always going to be, thats ok i love the way you come to me.
i won't tell you how many times i listened to that portion of the song to transcribe it. i believe i can now officially say that i'm drunk. i'm not quoting from the sarah m blue rodeo combo btw. but of course you know that my dear trish. i've now gotten wise and looked up the lyrics on the web. getting drunker by the second.
we both done things i know we can't defend, what's the use of tracing it all back to the start, there's something missing in the end, i wish we could find the words to look the other way, be careful of the things we do, and watch the things we say, maybe then we'd get somewhere, we've never been before...
only you my dear trish, (well other b.r. fans as well, but i'm not addressing them) could identify the songs i'm quoting. and you know i expect you to identify each and every one i quote. and when we chat on the phone you'll know why i've quoted the passages i have.
there's a certain joy in wallowing isn't there? who shall i move onto? only have a limited amount of the b.r.
One heart one love, two people who can't rise above, each time we fall, don't know what I could be dreaming of, don't say it's so, don't say it's so, let me be the last to know
god this is one of my favorites. i believe i'm repeating songs. but i can't be sure. what's your favorite blue rodeo song? i'm speaking of 'rain on me' by the way.
but then there's is alway this song. back to the sarah + b.r.
what is this love, that i leave behind? how can i turn from the tears in your eyes? what is this world that we always pretend that it's worth it, worth it in the end?
and now i'm on to sarah. fumbling toward ecstacy. you're not a sarah fan, are you my trish?
ok now i'm on to the truly depressing music: james blunt. goodbye my lover. perhaps i shouldn't be listening to this? ah what the fuck. i have one more full glass of wine to enjoy and then i either break into the sake i have tucked away or fall into bed full clothed. we shall see, ne.
ok christ. collide. howie day. are you with me trish? perhaps the song i could listen to over and over and over again.
just poured the last of my wine into my glass. shall i stare into the bottom now? or wait until my glass is empty? i think i'll wait until the last of the wine is down to do the staring.
on to more canadian music. nickelback. figured you out. just because it's raunch and direct. and reminds me of buffy and spike.
i'm too drunk now to read into any of the lyrics. but just to keep you posted on to 'stay' but lisa leob
which led me somehow to a 'party of five' video that made me sob. and then from party of five to third eye blind 'how's it going to be'. and now usher. i don't know. how i make the connection from one to the other. i just did.
it's time for bed soon. i'm not sure i can finish my last glass of wine.
feeling kind of sick. i think the night is over.
hope you enjoyed joanne's night of escape.
i'll fill you in on the back story soon, my friend.
love j
i think it's the falling into bed fully clothed option that going to win out.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Ice Ice Baby
for some reason this song came into my head the other day.
i'm passing it on...try to get this one out of your head.
btw: check out their dancing faces. pretty funny.
Such Great Heights
The Postal Service? Have you heard of them?
I like the song.
Not a very entertaining video - but I need a record so I don't forget the name of the song or group. And this is better than a sticky note.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Clean
Dexter
Roswell
The 4400
Angel
The Wire
Carnival
I swear I did other things! I didn't only watch T.V.
Roswell
The 4400
Angel
The Wire
Carnival
I swear I did other things! I didn't only watch T.V.
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