Planet, Schmanet, Janet!

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: I'll tell you once
I won't tell you twice
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss
Your apple pie don't taste too nice
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss

I've laid the seed, it should be all you need
You're as sensual as a pencil
Wound up like an 'E' or first string
When we made it, did you hear a bell ring?
You got a block, well take my advice
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss
The Transducer will seduce ya!

Janet Weiss: My feet! I can't move my feet!

Dr. Everett v. Scott: My wheels! My God, I can't move my wheels!

Brad Majors: It's as if we're glued to the spot!

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: You are! So quake with fear, you tiny fools!

Janet Weiss: Oh, we're trapped!

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: It's something you'll get used to
A mental mind fuck can be nice!

Dr. Everett v. Scott: You won't find Earth people quite the easy mark you imagine
This sonic transducer - it is, I suppose, some kind of
Audio-vibratory, physiomolecular transport device

Brad Majors: You mean...!

Dr. Everett v. Scott: Yes, Brad...
It's something we ourselves have been working on for quite some time
But it seems our friend here has found a means of perfecting it
A device which is capable of breaking down solid matter and then
Projecting it through space, and who knows, perhaps even time itself

Janet Weiss: You mean, he's gonna send us to another planet?!!!

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: Planet, schmanet, Janet!
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss
You'd better wise up
Build your thighs up
You'd better wise up

Janet Weiss: Stop!!!!!!

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: Don't get hot and flustered
Use a bit of mustard!

Brad Majors: You're a hot dog
but you better not try to hurt her, Frank-furter!

Dr. Everett v. Scott: You're a hot dog
but you better not try to hurt her, Frank-furter!

Janet Weiss: You're a hot d--

Repetition: Friend to the Unimaginative

I started work at Beans tonight. So. Now. Two and a half jobs. Hot Topic, Beans, and tutoring. I'm thinking about also applying at Golden Corral and/or T&W Oyster Bar. Apparently, they really, really need a hostess at T&W, and Golden Corral is still hiring and paying about $8/hr.

Amber and I only got $10 in tips each tonight, so it ended up being $4.75/hr. Not so cool. I worked for eight hours. I have to be back at nine tomorrow morning, and then at eight on Wednesday and Thursday mornings.

Cappuccino... Real cappuccino... Is retarded. It's mostly made of nothing but foam. If you want to get a drink with the basic idea of what a low-class cappuccino would be, just get a latte. Really. But, if you like chocolate, get a mocha. It's the same as a latte, but has chocolate in it. Or, if you like caramel better, get a caramel machiatto. It's a latte with caramel flavoring. Both of those two drinks has one shot of espresso per serving, and enough syrup to make it taste sweet.

If you ever want to make a good wrap, put turkey, provolone cheese, vinaigrette, spinach leaves, feta cheese, tomatoes, onions, cucumber, and black olives on a basil and tomato tortilla thing. Best freaking food in the world. Man. I had never bought any food at Beans, but now that I work there, I get one free meal per shift. I had this soup with mainly bell peppers and sausage in it... That sounds rather crappy, but it tastes wonderful. Um, and I had half of that above-mentioned wrap. So good. I wanted more, but the girl I was working with just wanted to split one with me.

If any of you are ever in Eastern North Carolina, you had better get your butt over to Beans and try some of their food and drink. Especially if I'm there to make it for you. If you don't, you're a loser and deserve to spend extra time in pergatory. (Joke?)

Right. Well. I'm kind of in a bad mood. As usual. And my hands smell like bleach. I'm going to go get something else to eat since I am very hungry, and then I'm going to sleep for about 6 hours. I hope.

Head Club

Well it's getting colder and you're getting distant
And I just keep thinkin
That I never meant it to be like this (to be like this)
You know what comes next (so do I)
You’re begging for a way to gracefully bow out
And say goodnight

It's worse than you think
On your way home you should have known
You never listen to me
I’m only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie
I’m only complaining to keep myself busy, sweetie

I can’t say I blame you
But I wish that I could
I’m sick of writing every song about you

Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving
(I'm sick of writing every song about you)

<3

Happy Heart Day.

Just Can't Win

I've been listening to Norma Jean today.

"It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight..."

And, um... A knife through the heart would feel better than this. I don't want to go into it, but this evening has sucked. Damnit. I feel as though my heart is being toyed with, and I don't like it a bit.

Shout Outs

Dude. I wish I actually had friends that I could hang out with to read my blogs and journals and whatnot. I'd totally do that whole "shout out" thing.

I'd be like...

Homie #1:
I love you, babe. Thanks for being so special and adorable all of the time. I don't want to imagine my life without you. YOU ROCK MY WORLD. <333

Homie #2:
Wow. We had some good times this weekend. Those guys sure were hott. And, hun, your dress is so much cooler than mine. Remember, nice guys/girls don't always finish last... You'll find your true love.

Homie #3:
Thanks for the encouragement in school today. It was a rough one, but you lifted my spirits. Hope things work out with you-know-who.

Et cetera.

Yeah... I'm tempted to find a few internet addicts to be my friends just so I can show off my mad blog-shout-out skillz. Oooh. And look at that misplaced z. How cool am I?

Haha. Whatever.

People Are Strange

People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
When you’re strange, faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange, no one remembers your name
When you’re strange, when you're strange, when you're strange

-The Doors