Music Match!

I stole this idea from cnb girl, who stole it from someone else. Here's the deal. Basically, I take my fave lines from 25 random songs on my playlist and write them here. Your job is to guess the titles of the songs, whether it be by tag or by comment. No googling allowed! Winner gets to be my girlfriend. Ahahaha. Just kidding. Y'all get jack squat.

Feeling ko hindi matatapos 'to. I mean, mainstream naman ako eh, saka kaunti lang ang songs ko sa playlist, pero kaunti lang din bumibisita sa blog ko. Ahahaha. Bahala na.

1. The reverend he turned to me/Without a tear in his eye/Nothing new for him to see/I didn't ask him why/I will remember the love our souls had sworn to make/Now I watch the falling rain/All my mind can see now is your

2. But there's still tomorrow/Forget the sorrow/And I can't be on the last train home
Lost Prophets, Last Train Home

3. It's a sunny day but you're not around/That doggone rain might as well be pouring down
Jennifer Love Hewitt, Cool With You

4. Hey mister diplomat with your worldly aspirations/Did you see your children crying when you left them at the station?/Hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation/And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations

5. She seems dressed in all the rings/Of past fatalities/So fragile, yet, so tedious
Slipknot, Vermillion

6. Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds/Dreaming aloud/Things just won't do without you/Matter of fact/I'm on your back
Foo Fighters, Walking After You

7. In my head there's only you now/This world falls on me/In this world there's real and make believe/This seems real to me

8. Kiss me, please kiss me/Kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation/Oh you know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time/I'll only make you cry 'till our last goodbye
Jeff Buckly, Last Goodbye

9. I am one of those melodramatic fools/Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it
Green Day, Basket Case

10. Maybe the laugh's on me/And life was telling me a joke

11. Fumbling his confidence and wondering why the world has passed him by/Hoping that he's bid for more than arguments and failed attempts to fly
Switchfoot, Meant to Live

12. I'll freak you right I will/I'll freak you right I will/I'll freak you like no one has ever made you feel
Usher, Nice and Slow

13. Girl I refuse/You must have me confused/With some other guy/Your bridges were burned/Now it's your turn to cry
Justin Timberlake, Cry Me a River

14. Ride with me/Ride with me/Ride with me
The Vines, Ride With Me

15. Like a bad star/I'm falling faster down to her
Finch, What It Is to Burn

16. Bury it/I won't let you bury it/Smother it/I won't let you murder it

17. So get back, back, back to where we lasted/Just like I imagined/I could never feel this way/So get back, back, back to the disaster/My heart beating faster/Holding on to feel the same

18. Lahat ng pangarap ko'y bigla lang natunaw/Sa panaginip na lang pala kita maisasayaw
Eraserheads, Ang Huling El Bimbo

19. This is the story of a girl/Who cried a river and drowned the whole world/While she looks so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her/When she smiles
9 Days, Absolutely (Story of a Girl)

20. Come what may/Come what may/What did I do to deserve?/What did I do to deserve?

21. Made of plastic and elastic/He is rugged and long-lasting/Who could ever, ever ask for more?/Love without complications galore
Dresden Dolls, Coin-Operated Boy

22. Well you never find it/If you're looking for it/Should have done something but I've done it enough/By the way, your hands were shaking rather waste some time with you
The Used, Blue and Yellow

23. All the best DJs are saving/Their slowest song for last/When the dance is through it's me and you/Come on, would it really be so bad?

24. Nakita ko na lahat ito/Pinahihiwatig ng mata mo/Salamat na lamang sayo
Mojofly, Mata

25. How did we all come to this?/This greed that we just can't resist

...and there you have it. I must admit, this list doesn't really do my collection justice; a lot of my fave songs are on original audio CDs, which I keep in my backpack. Hehehe. Anyway, this is the list.

O, ano pang hinihintay niyo? Make hula na the lyrics of my songs!

Remember, no googling! That kinda ruins the point of this.

Schizofairntastic!

Today's Musical Inclination: Imago - Akap

Sabihin sakin lahat ng lihim mo
Iingatan ko
Ibaling sakin ang problema mo
Kakayanin ko
Sasamahan ka sa tamis
Sasamahan ka sa pait
Sasamahan ka sa dilim
Sasamahan ka hanggang langit

-I woke up seeing this everywhere, so here. Jam, this is the one, right? Hehehe. I'm mildly peeved that they didn't play this at the fair last night, but that's ok. Because, you know... heeheehee.
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Do I have to make kwento pa the underlying thingies of the fair? Like my kwento pa of the libreng tiket and the jologs goth posers, or how I made my friend try the tapsilog of Rodic's? Yuck ha, I don't want na! I'll make kwento na lang of the bands.
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Last night, even the B3's (boy bano bands) weren't so "bano." I use the term loosely, since this list includes somewhat known acts such as Orange and Lemons, Germs, Wuds, Stonefree, Milk and Money, Blue Catsup, Itchyworms, Pop Filter, Brownbeat All-Stars, Juan Pablo Dream, etc. Ok, some of those bands are new to me, but a lot were names I've heard before. If the fair night shows B3's that in any other night would be part of the main event, you know it's gonna be one bitchin' time.

Let's kick off with Ian Kit's fave. Urbandub had a great performance. Lalay, the bassist, was kinda cute too. Hehehe. Slapshock played too, but we didn't stick to the crowds really. Usually, when you have rap metal bands playing, you try to stay as far away from people as freakin' possible. Sugarfree had a great go, too. Of course, people went wild for Hari ng Sablay. Ebe even changed that last "Ayoko ng mag-sorry" to "I don't want na to sorry." Ahahaha. Fani.

There were relatively few people who knew Cambio. I wasn't really surprised, but I was peeved at the uneducated masses who sat down while they played Patlang. Ugh. And, oh yeah, Ebe fell into the crowd while they were performing DV. I think he's ok, though, but I'm not 100% sure.

Then, practically no one knew who Imago was, but I for one could not contain my excitement in finally being able to see Aia De Leon in person. Well, "see" is something I use loosely, since I really couldn't see her very well because we were a bit far from the stage. That's ok though. Her performance was just... wow. She's energetic, and cute, and basically hot. Ahahaha. As I said, they didn't perform Akap; they opted to go with Taning, that song with the counting (isa dalawa tatlo asan ang anino mo... I think it's bihag), and Rainsong. Some jologs held on to Aia's foot during that last one. Thank God the bouncers earned their keep. That guy should be lucky I wasn't there, cuz well, if I had it my way he would get more than a brooming off of the stage.

With that out of the way, let's go with my top 3 performances of the night:

3. Sponge Cola came out right in the thick of the peak. If you base the best performer on how many people went wild in the crowd, then they would be at the very top. Yael came out in a one-sleeved black rockstar t-shirt and a purple beanie, which looked quite gay. Anyway, that's ok. They performed Lunes, KLSP and Jeepney, exactly as I predicted. They even turned Jeepney into a metal sorta thing, which the crowd seemed to appreciate. Heh. They seem ok live, really, so I'm reconsidering whether or not I'll continue with this one-man boycott of their album. Why am I boycotting them again? I don't know. I guess I'm just peeved because they became totally famous right after I liked their music. Why am I peeved? I. Don't. Know...

2. Radioactive Sago Project was definitely the most fun to watch at the fair. Not only that, but they were most successful at delivering their political message. They performed Hello, Astro and Gusto Ko ng Baboy. Astro was littered with Lourd De Veyra's trademark ad libbing, which totally kicked ass. Then he moved on to Gusto Ko ng Baboy, spitting lines like...

Sinabi ko, nay, gusto ko ng baboy, sabi niya naman, eh putang ina mo ka pala anak eh. (1)
Sinabi ng asawa ko, dear, putang ina mo, ang hilig hilig mo sa baboy. Sabi ko, eh putang ina mo rin...(2)

You get the picture. Anyway, those drove the crowd wild. Hehehe. Then there was this part where he calls every level of the government baboy up until the president.

Matagal ko na ring inisip kung may baboy tayong presidente. Nagisip ako, at nagisip, at nagisip. Alam mo naisip ko? Maliit siya eh. Hindi baboy tawag dun, biik pare. Ang baboy ay yung asawa niya saka yung anak niya. Yun ang tunay na baboy. (Bridge)

All this was part of their song. Oh yeah.

And the top 1 band of the night is...

1. Although Marc Abaya has hit the road (from this band at least), Sandwich is still going strong with Raimund Marasigan taking the lead. They performed Astroholiday, Nahuhulog, and in my opinion the best song of the night, Two-Trick Pony. Literally everyone was sent into a fit of jumping by this song, myself included. Raimund jumped right into the pit during the instrumental, and some guy was clinging to him when he came back. The guy would let go, then Raimund stripped down to his undies, just for the hell of it. Hahaha. Anyway, they are my top band for the night, simply because Two-Trick Pony was so electric.
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Completely Wrong Thought of the Day:

Pambihira naman oo, basta taga-UP ka... akalain mo, pati ang friend ng friend ng friend ng ka-chat ko nagagawang tanungin ako tungkol sa results ng UPCAT?! Tapos pag ang mga tao may kailangan sa main libe, sino ang hinahanap? :|

But being a UP student does have its more subtle perks. Mam Jian hooked me up with some clients for tutorials, so I might make, say, 250 a session. Not half-bad, eh? Hehehe.

Smoke and Mirrors

Today's Musical Inclination: 3 Doors Down - Let Me Go

You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
You love me but you don't know who I am
So let me go, let me go

-Thank you, cnb, for the mp3. This is, well, my "I'm so emo I'm gay" song at the moment, if I may borrow a line from o3. Hehe. It's more like her song for me and not mine for her, though, since, erm... let's leave it at that.
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I don't dream a lot. No, not a lot at all. I dream maybe once or twice a month. It's been ok. I'm not some lunatic who goes crazy over a stupid thing like not dreaming too much. However, it seems someone in the land of dreams missed me.
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For five nights this week my dreams have had one recurring theme: sex. Yes, sex. All kinds of sex: group sex, live show sex, the promise of sex, the repercussions of sex, and necrophilia, in no particular order. It would be ungentlemanly of me to elaborate any further, so I will not. Anyway, that has been the recurring theme. Some say that connotes some sort of subconscious desire in me. Hmm...
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The night after that, I dreamt of her. Again. That makes it, hmm, maybe six times. Last week, although I was not able to mention it, I did dream of her too. She was falling into my arms, and for some reason, I told her that I love her. She reciprocated. It was weird, actually. It was the kind of dream that felt so real, it was scary.

This last one is a little weirder though. We were classmates, and then I think she knew how I felt or something. She was mad at me, a playful kind of mad. The kind of mad that girls do with their boyfriends. You know, like, "Hmmmmmphh! 'Di mo na naman pinapansin me! Haay nako, be like that na nga lang!" Well, she was a lot less repulsive than that, but still, you get the context of the situation. Why she was like that I don't know. Never really thought about it. The last part was a little fuzzy, but it involved taxi cabs, the rain, and my leaving her and going out of the building that our class was in before she did, thus leading to her being pretend mad again.
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Last night, I dreamt about this girl that I've been wanting to talk to for a long time now. No, not her, someone else. It's not a romantic thing either, it's just that I notice that this girl seems to be like me, like someone with a sane mind. Honestly, that's all it is. Anyway, in the dream, I did get to talk to her briefly, but that's all. Yeah, actually, that pretty much sums that up.
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Whatever debts the King of All Night's Dreaming had on my tab, they must surely be paid off by now. Six nights consecutive seems a bit much. Not that I don't appreciate seeing her in my dreams, except, they're just that. They're only dreams.

I'm sick of dreaming.
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Completely Wrong Thought of the Day:

If you didn't slither away in disgust after that mention of necrophilia, congratulations. You're 1337.

Ok... let's not talk about that anymore.

I'm pissed off. My parents did allow me to go to the UP Fair today and tomorrow, but mom is making me go home at 9. What the --?! Who am I gonna see by then?! Goodness me, how I have been itching for a chance to see Elevator Action again.

Seriously though, she hears like one rumble rumor and now she's all overprotective? That's the risk I take for studying in UP, fair or no. In fact, that's the risk I take for existing. It just freakin' is. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? I don't care if I take a hit or two.

If that's the price I must pay to see Aia De Leon in person, baby, so be it!

Fairly Mediocre

Today's Musical Inclination: The Dawn - Tulad ng Dati

Wala na kong makita sa iyong mga mata
Dati rati isang tingin ko lang alam ko na, alam ko na
Kung may bagyo o kung tag-araw sa iyong damdamin
Sana ay makilala kang muli
Tulad ng dati
Halina at lumipat kang muli
Tulad ng dati

-Valentine's kasi kahapon, kaya ayan, medyo pa-lab song epek tayo. All hail Francis Brew!!! Lurve the guitar riffs.
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These past few months, I have not been a bona fide UP student. I've been attending all my classes, sure, but that's pretty much it. I'm orgless, semi-friendless, and have not attended a single play, film showing or event since my acceptance into the university, not even one that was required (well, none of my professors ever required us to watch anything). I told myself, it'll be ok. I'll make it all up in the UP Fair.

So here we are. Fair week. There was much anticipation of the night to come: there was the company of friends, the electric concert atmosphere, and the promise of being able to see Aia De Leon, my one true love, performing live with that soft, cold, sexy voice of hers declaring her beautifully poetic lyrics such that they may be caught by our ears and lost into the blackness of the night. To make things even more climactic, the fair would kick off on Valentine's Day, which is one of the most "magical" nights of the year. Golly, how does one describe such a devirginizing experience? Quite difficult to put into words, but I will certainly try.

Blah.
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From all the people I had potentially lined up to accompany me, only two were actually able to make it. Not bad, but there weren't any girls. Gah. I mean, it's not like they need to be there for a romantic connection or whatever. It'd just be nice to have some variety in there, you know? Well, ok, I take that back. There was this one girl from DPS, but I barely knew her, so you know, it wasn't quite the same as, say, having a female friend there. Actually, that initial shock wasn't so bad. The four of us got along fine that night, and the girl from DPS and myself even sported our finest in anti-Valentine's threads: black as the night itself. Oh yeah.

The electric concert atmosphere, however, wasn't quite so electric. People sat on the grass about 90% of the time, usually while they were smoking it too. Well, not everyone really, just select groups. They'd stand only when they actually know the band that's playing.

It's funny when you hear all these stories of mosh pits and of people getting stabbed. In reality, the moshers crowd the areas nearest the stage, and the "normal" people tend to stay on the general perimeter of the viewing area. Besides, it isn't quite as crowded as fair virgins are led to believe.

The thing that really bugs me, though, is that I did not see Aia De Leon and the rest of Imago, nor did I see Urban Dub, Sandwich, Sugarfree, Cambio, Sponge Cola, Twisted Halo, or any of their other banner acts. All I saw was The Youth. The freakin' Youth, man. The high point of the evening was when their guitarist briefly belted out a line from Wag na Wag Mong Sasabihin in the middle of one of their songs. I know it wasn't Multong Bakla, although they did sing that as their finale.

Not bad, you say? Not bad? Not if you were there. Not if you had to endure bands with such cleverly geeky names as Old Blue Box, Elevator Action, and Lip Gloss and have absolutely nothing to show for it. Not if you sat there on the freakin' sunken garden grass blowing off all the other shit you had to do that day while desperately waiting for a chance to scream "Aia ay lab yu!!!" only to have all your time wasted in vain. Not if you had to walk down the Beta Epsilon Way with two people who apparently have fully functional third eyes, informing you that a spirit knew that they had felt it and was currently waiting for our group to go back down that way. Also, informing me never to look at Palma Hall at about 9 or later in the evening, as the resident ghost would be doing her rounds by then. Stupid as it may seem to some, I believe in such things.

So, how's that for your anti-Valentine's day huh?
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However, the night was not all bad. I spent some time with my friends, and I suppose I gained a new one at that. I listened to some of the offerings of the UP underground music community, some of them actually pretty good (and some of them actually just pretty). Oh, there is something else... my oh my, what could I be forgetting? Ahh yes... there is this Sponsor's Ticket that entitles me to free entrance to the UP Fair all week long, courtesy of Jeff's friend, that girl from DPS. Actually, she gave Jeff the ticket, but he wouldn't be going again until Saturday, so I offered to take it off his hands until the weekend. It would be a shame to waste it, no? No one objected anyways, so hey, party on!

Still, looking back, it wasn't what it could have been. Had it not been for my morning classes, maybe I could have caught the better bands. Had it not been for classes in general, perhaps my friends could have stayed longer. My experience in all was hampered by these things, and now I can't help but ask myself:

Was all this really worth the risk of getting bombed?
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Completely Wrong Thought of the Day:

Today's wrong thought is brought to you by the UP Fair. The scene is this:
The four of us were walking back to AS parking, by way of the aforementioned Beta Epsilon Way. I was asking my newfound friend a couple of things about the ticket, which was subjected to a single-hole puncher during entry.

Me: So pano yun, yung ticket reusable this whole week, tapos everyday siya de-punch?
Girl: Oo.
Me: Eh pano yung de-kick?
*outbursts of laughter from everyone in the group*

Ahh yes. My corny comic timing fails me not.

WTF?!

Today's Musical Inclination: The Mars Volta - The Widow

Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open shores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
In every street
The scales that do slither deliver me from

-No relevance. I just like it, that's all.
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Talk about history repeating itself.

Last semester, we were tasked with a long paper for English 11. Not a very long one, mind; it had to be 3 pages long, no more, no less. On the day I was about to write it down, guess what? Power failure. In our condo. That rarely ever happens, which was totally weird. Anyway, I had to write down my draft in ink, with only the light of orange scented candles to guide me. When the electricity returned later that night, I typed it up. I would only find out much later that I got an uno for that paper.

This semester, our first long paper for English 10 was due today. I began the foundations for it on Wednesday night, but it needed a lot more work. I went home Thursday night fully intent on finishing it as soon as I got upstairs. And guess what?

Yep. Power failure. In our condo.

Call me weird, but I'm sensing a pattern there somewhere. In fact, I was almost afraid to use candles for fear of some ghastly image in our living room mirror suddenly appearing and trying to break through a portal that would transport it to this realm. But anyway, I didn't have much of a choice. Again, I would write by candlelight. Again, I would read by flashlight. Thank God I was able to finish before 3 a.m.

Right now, the only thing keeping me awake is coffee and sugar. And yet I don't want to sleep at all.
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Completely Wrong Thought(s) of the Day:

We'll jump straight to this, because there are quite a few that I wish to discuss.

First of all, did anyone else get a load of that new commercial on NU? They're basically pimping Trish (of the First Show) and Marc Abaya to the guy or girl who can come up with the best poem, most likely in time for valentine's. It's funny, cuz they start with these average folks who go, "My Dearest Marc, tama bang aminin na nating may taning itong pag-ibig natin?" or "To Trish, ako ay nahuhulog sayo." Then it just gets freaky, like when some guy goes "Trish, hoy, pinoy ako! Buo aking loob." But the best one has to be when this not-so-obviously gay guy goes "To Marc Abaya, you are the one. I'll make a sandwich with your kjwan." Hahahahaha!!! Kampiyon!
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Speaking of pimping, dig what the kalay dormers are up to for valentine's. They're basically auctioning people off as dates. Hmm... So if I give these guys enough money, I get the girl of my choice for a night. Sorry, but that just sounds way too similar to pimping to me. Even a fourth grader could spot that.

Oh well. It's their business. I'm sure they'll make a killing regardless.
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Let's just dive right into this next one.

Yael's Emotion Proportionality Theorem: In any Sponge Cola song, the number of ha's that Yael uses to extend a word ending with an a sound is directly proportional to the emotional weight of the song. Confused? Don't be! Just check out these swellegant examples:

Lunes: 'Di ko sinasadya... Hindi ko sinasadya-haaa... (one "ha")
KLSP: Natutuyo at nawawala, naglalaho rin pala... Pala-ha, haaa... (two "ha"s)
Jeepney: Subalit ngayo'y wala na. Ikaw ay lumayo na... Lumayo na-ha-haa-haaaa... (at least three "ha"s)

Check it. Lunes is a trip, and it's not exactly emotional. I can't even understand the damn thing. KLSP, on the other hand, is a notch more emotional. Medium, I'd say. Jeepney, now that. That's one of those "omg break out the motherf'in' kleenex!!!" songs. It's about the only song I can think of that is potent enough to draw tears from a punkista. Not that I've seen it happen before, but I think it's possible.

Well, there you have it folks. The ha's have spoken.

Confessions of a Googler

Today's Musical Inclination: Papa Roach - Scars

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

-I woke up thinking of The Mars Volta's "The Widow", but I heard this song somewhere and it's been stuck in my head ever since. So there you have it folks.
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I admit it. I'm a googler. I like to google things. I google lyrics. I google miscellaneous info. I google reports. I pretty much google everything.

High school book report? Googled it. Thank God my teacher was a bit of a pushover, or else I coulda been in deep for plagiarism. That was in first year, by the way.

Other stuff. Chem 1 report? Googled. Kas 1 report? Googled. Eng 10 outline? Googled. Well, more like OPAC'ed. But then, I had to go to google before I got to the OPAC. I got caught red-handed with that one, actually.

I can't help it occifer! Googling is sooo easy! You just type what you wanna find and out it comes in such a glorious, neat, properly arranged format... It's like intentionally getting yourself lost in a five dollar lobster buffet!
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Unfortunately, this will not do for my concept paper in Eng 10. After all, we have to be all "academic" and such. Gee, I sure wish I had known that that would be the focus of college english before I signed up for it. I thought all they meant by that was they'd be teaching us really big hard-to-understand words like meretricious, or defenestrated, or infinitesimal. Anyway, I suppose I was just a bit of shellshocked, that's all. We all have to learn how to use a libary sometime, right?

That's exactly what I did today. It's weird really. I'd only ever been to the CAL and Soc Sci sections of the Libe. When I got down to Filipiniana, I was like, "Oh shit, how come I can't go to where the books are?" Fortunately, the girl behind the request counter was nice enough and not one of those surly "omfg i hate my fucking life" government worker types.

Evidently, I was not alone in that library. I saw two other Eng 10 classmates and a Kas 1 classmate. I even caught up with Jam, which was a nice surprise. She only needed a couple of books, but I must have used up, I dunno, 15 call slips in one day. Is that a big number? I felt like it was, which is why I wanted so badly to get the hell outta there by around 3pm, even though I had originally intended to stay up to 6pm. Jam and I ended up going home 4ish, which was fine. I couldn't have taken much more of that "OPAC-Call Slip-Give ID-Take Book-Read-Take Notes-Return Book-Take ID-Repeat" stuff.
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I told myself I'd start writing at 6. I'll prolly start at 8, or ooohh, 9 more likely. I wanna watch American Idol first.
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Completely Wrong Thought of the Day:

Has anyone else noticed McDonald's Beef Prosperity Burger? It's good. Nice and spicy. I like my meat spicy. AHOOGAH! Oh, where was I? Right, right. One thing, though: it looks like shit. I mean it literally looks like shit between two buns. I won't describe it in any more detail than that because, even though I noticed its awkward appearance, I actually like eating the stuff. So there. Just add your own random twistedness to that thought to taste.