Monday, August 30, 2010
Life on the Other Side (Katy Perry's "Last Friday Night")
So, ignore the lyrics in the video. It's mostly here for your listening pleasure. Read along below, as I helpfully/nerdily corrected them.
There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJs passed out in the yard
Barbies on the barbeque
This a hicky or a bruise?
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked-out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage-a-trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop-op
Whoa-oh-oah
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
Ripped my favorite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked-out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credits card
And got kicked out of the bars
So we hit the boulevards
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage-a-trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop-op
Oh whoa oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Do it all again
This Friday night
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage-a-trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop-op
Oh-whoa-oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
So, this is just a speculation. But does anybody else think that life should be like this more often? Not necessarily the reckless drinking and whatnot, but at least this kind of reckless abandon, the letting go and just having complete crazy fun? Also, this seems semi-prophetic of Life On My Own.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Breaking the News
No, nobody's dead or dying. I'm not getting married, and I'm not eloping to Mexico.
I'm moving out.
Not a whole lot of people really read my blog — in fact a good chunk of those that do already know I'm moving out — so this shouldn't really be big news, but it feels blog-worthy, and heaven knows there's very few things in my life that feel blog-worthy. Call me pathetic, but I'll take any chance I can get.
The whole thing is kind of a leave-it-to-fate affair, to be honest. One of my friends had been meaning to move out for a while and got a loan approved and stuff. He — yes it's a he, but we're not dating, nor would we ever — said that so long as I can pay back the first month's rent, if it doesn't work out I can always move back in, hopefully wiser and stuff. A learning experience if you will. Of course, I still don't have a job, but we're going hunting and having positive thoughts so it'll all work out.
It's up in Sugarhouse, just off I-80 and right down the street from where my cousin, sister and I saw Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist when it hit dollar theaters. There's coffee shops out the butt, a Barnes & Noble (which I'm obviously applying for), Toys R Us, D.I., a yogurt place, Payless, Pier 49, and tons of other places all within walking distance of the house — yes it's a house, not an apartment.
I'm . . . excited but terrified. Also stressing far more than is really necessary. I mean, all my stuff isn't coming with me so why am I worried about packing it all? All I need are clothes, a bed (or at least a mattress for a while), my electronics, and a few books. (Not to mention the glow-in-the-dark stars Roomie and I are putting up everywhere.) Eventually I'm getting a cell phone, but for now I have to make do without.
It's not even something I've really thought about, moving out. Sure, I've wished I could get out a lot, but never something I've seriously considered. Now, though.... It just feel right, I guess. Like this is what I need in my life. Go out and fail, or win, or whatever. Personally I'm hoping for a win.
In other news, only 66 days until Nanowrimo 2010. Already I feel better prepared, cause I actually know what I'm probably going to be doing. Or at least I have ideas. Something like that. I feel good about this one. Something to look forward to.
I'm moving out.
Not a whole lot of people really read my blog — in fact a good chunk of those that do already know I'm moving out — so this shouldn't really be big news, but it feels blog-worthy, and heaven knows there's very few things in my life that feel blog-worthy. Call me pathetic, but I'll take any chance I can get.
The whole thing is kind of a leave-it-to-fate affair, to be honest. One of my friends had been meaning to move out for a while and got a loan approved and stuff. He — yes it's a he, but we're not dating, nor would we ever — said that so long as I can pay back the first month's rent, if it doesn't work out I can always move back in, hopefully wiser and stuff. A learning experience if you will. Of course, I still don't have a job, but we're going hunting and having positive thoughts so it'll all work out.
It's up in Sugarhouse, just off I-80 and right down the street from where my cousin, sister and I saw Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist when it hit dollar theaters. There's coffee shops out the butt, a Barnes & Noble (which I'm obviously applying for), Toys R Us, D.I., a yogurt place, Payless, Pier 49, and tons of other places all within walking distance of the house — yes it's a house, not an apartment.
I'm . . . excited but terrified. Also stressing far more than is really necessary. I mean, all my stuff isn't coming with me so why am I worried about packing it all? All I need are clothes, a bed (or at least a mattress for a while), my electronics, and a few books. (Not to mention the glow-in-the-dark stars Roomie and I are putting up everywhere.) Eventually I'm getting a cell phone, but for now I have to make do without.
It's not even something I've really thought about, moving out. Sure, I've wished I could get out a lot, but never something I've seriously considered. Now, though.... It just feel right, I guess. Like this is what I need in my life. Go out and fail, or win, or whatever. Personally I'm hoping for a win.
In other news, only 66 days until Nanowrimo 2010. Already I feel better prepared, cause I actually know what I'm probably going to be doing. Or at least I have ideas. Something like that. I feel good about this one. Something to look forward to.
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