Mediocrity Safe Zone.

Changing over, slowly.

I now blog at http://annacrucis.blogspot.com/

Commenting enabled.  Because I’m vain like that. 

To a small audience.

I was hoping to come up with something witty, useful, or intelligent.  I didn’t.  I can, however, promise more of the same in the future.

In the meantime, enjoy the lyrics to one of my favorite tunes, “Pepper,” by the Butthole Surfers (such a lovely name, no?) 

Oh, and I hate IBM. More on that later.

 Now, here are the lyrics…

Marky got with Sharon
And Sharon got Cherese
She was sharing Sharon’s outlook
On the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
And Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin’
They were doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train
They were all in love with dyin’
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don’t mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look
Through other people’s eyes

Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don’t mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people’s eyes

Another Mikey took a knife
While arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever-present
Football player rapist
They were all in love with dyin’
They were doing it in Texas
Pauly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
He got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin’
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don’t mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people’s eyes

Canned biscuits.

*rip…rip…rip…* FUCK!

w00t, again!

Mr. Cool Guy from my Pre-Cal class hooked me up for wireless at the school.  Yay!  Now I can waste time from any table in the cafeteria!

(No, I don’t remember his name) 

dorkmath (paraphrase)

Me: Kiss my asymptote.

Bo: I would, but I can never get close enough. 

(wit=amazing—response in less than 2 seconds.  No wonder I love him.)

Relationships.

One is being loved until the person knows you.

The other is being known until the person loves you.

The first happens often, and almost always ends in failure.

If you’re lucky enough to experience the second, keep it, and never let go. 

If the grass starts to look greener on the other side of the fence, turn around and change your grass into a garden, and never look back.  

That’s only if the soil is arable, of course. 

Writing on the Wall...or whiteboard...

Anit is not Boring.

The writer of said insult will be visited, off-season, by the Testicle-Eating Easter Weasel.

May God have mercy on your soul. 

w00t!

After weeks of wondering what that song was (refer to previous post), I’ve FOUND IT!! 

Song:  “Life for Rent”

Artist:  Dido

Album: “Life for Rent”

Other good songs on there, too, like “Don’t Leave Home.”  I normally don’t like “chick” music, but her stuff rules.  

Even though I usually avoid rap, I like how her tune “Thank You” was mixed in Eminem’s “Stan” (a very disturbing song, but makes a deep impression). 

Yeah, I know.  You care deeply. Meh.