I'm lifting you up, I'm letting you down, I'm dancing 'til dawn, I'm fooling around.

See, there are reasons why I don't say certain things online, because they end up going like this. Oh my God, the person who was eight when he died and listens to POP MUSIC dares to say such slanderous things! [/silly] But anyway.

( Lost, OH NOOOOOOO. And American Idol, OH NO. )

This is the first morning that I woke up non-congested. Yay.

don't think that I'm not strong; I'm the one to take you on.

Weird: was looking through my icons at GJ, and I got to the one I'm using now, and part of me thought, Hey, I look a little bit like Rosario Dawson in profile. It's probably all in my head, but yeah. Weird. I'm nowhere near her level of hotness, though. [g]

Last night, before Lost was on, I made my dad watch The Simpsons, because it was the one in which Homer explains why there are no baby pictures of Maggie in the family photo album. My dad hates The Simpsons. He wouldn't let us watch it when we were younger, and now, he says the show "promotes stupidity". Yet I've been telling him for ages and ages that if he saw the Maggie one, he'd like it. And he actually said that it was good. See? Best episode ever. SOOOO sweet. "Do it for her."

The zit of doom on my chin has finally died. YES.

I applied for posting access at takenote_icons, and I don't know why. The wait to see if I get accepted, it shall be long.

Weird things happened at school today: this guy in gym had serious manboobs. I couldn't stop gawking at them. It was like a trainwreck, or a bad traffic accident. In the library, I sat next to a guy who smelled like paint, and I also sat next to a guy who looked like Constantine from American Idol. I am officially weirded out.

And now I am going to go up to Wal-Mart.

she wants to move.

A music post, mostly for Liz, but could be for anyone who wants it as well.

All For You, Sophia, Franz Ferdinand
because the Archduke--the one the band is named after--had a wife named Sophia, and apparently Alex Kapranos and company decided to immortalize her in song.

Forty Five, Maroon 5
in this one, Ryan (the hot drummer) sings lead. His voice is HAWT. And he is quite HAWT as well. Adam should let him sing a little more.

Nikki, Don't Stop, Low Millions
"hotter than a stolen Rolex... hotter than the backseat of a black Jeep on a backstreet." It can't get any hotter. Really, it can't.

Stormy Weather, Etta James
Going old-school! I would have uploaded "At Last", but everyone's heard "At Last". I have a Sinatra version of this song, but it doesn't work as well.

Suffused With Love, Sondre Lerche
Sondre = on my "albums to buy" list. I would've uploaded "Two Way Monologues", but it has a way of creeping into your subconcious and playing on constant, constant loop in your mental MP3 player.

The Chauffer, Duran Duran
this song is seriously sexy. Like, heart-attack sexy. You-hear-it-in-concert-and-want-to-grab-the-nearest-hot-guy sexy.

...and that's all for tonight.