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September 30, 2005

Slow Change May Pull Us Apart

Simple Minds
"Don't You (Forget About Me)"
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NOTES: God, I loved the movie The Breakfast Club. My friends and I all identified with the Ally Sheedy character, PRE-makeover. That part of the ending was so disappointing in a way; only when she changes herself does she get the guy. Whatever, John Hughes! Anyway, this song is appropriate considering I'll be gone for the next week traipsing through the Southwest. I won't be able to update this site, and the Audiograbber thing no longer works, so ... see you in 10 days or so. Ignore the comment spammers whenever they inevitably come. Oh, and anyone who wants a postcard has until 8 p.m. ET to send their address to me.

Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things
That we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don't you forget about me
Don't don't don't don't
Don't you forget about me

Will you stand above me?
Look my way, will you never love me?
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down

Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

Don't you try and pretend
It's my feeling we'll win in the end
I won't harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity, insecurity

Don't you forget about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I'll put us back together at heart, baby

Don't you forget about me
Don't don't don't don't
Don't you forget about me

As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away

Or will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on - call my name
Will you call my name?

Posted by Highwaygirl on 06:34 AM | Comments (4)

September 27, 2005

The Inquisition

[This has been shamelessly stolen from Lissie's journal.]

PICK ONE OF YOUR SCARS OUT, NOW HOW DID YOU GET IT?
I have a slight horizontal scar across my forehead, which I got when I was literally clotheslined by a rusty metal wire while running after my brother and being chased by a screaming old lady who was angry that we had cut through her back yard. The wire clipped me midline on my forehead and I was thrown back like a slingshot, falling flat on my ass. Then I finished running home and told my mom. I still have a teeny tiny piece of metal in the scar (it looks like a very small mole).

WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
The living room has a Dali print (Metamorphosis Of Narcissus), a framed triptych of archways in Italy, and a a signed, framed b/w print of a photo of a highway taken by Noah Grey, that Rappy gave me for Christmas a few years ago.

WOULD YOU RATHER PLAY FOOTBALL OR WATCH IT?
Watch

WHAT SPORT WOULD YOU SAY YOU ARE BEST AT?
Australian Rules Smirking

WHAT IS/WAS YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE?
Anything involving alligators being in close proximity to my person. Kind of like this.

HAVE YOU EVER WRITTEN POETRY?
Yes, mostly in high school for the literary magazine, but also in my early 20s. The two poems in that entry are probably two of the best things I've ever written, and one of the poems has, IMO, the best line I've ever put on paper.

DO YOU REMEMBER BIRTHDAYS?
Of family and close friends, yes.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
11:56 a.m.

DO YOU HAVE A BIRTHMARK, WHERE?
No birthmark, but lots of small moles. Also lots of scars at this point.

WHAT IS THE WEIRDEST THING YOU HAVE EVER DONE?
I'm not sure I can pick just one thing. In middle school my friend Jenna and I used to have shaving cream and ketchup fights. That was kind of strange. Linda, Kathy and I also used to walk around the neighborhood with a boombox loudly singing Adam and the Ants songs. The COOLEST weird thing I ever did was when I went to Michigan, I was exploring a neighborhood and decided to climb up this steep embankment to see what was on the other side. This was on the other side, and it took my breath away.

WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU STARTED FILLING THIS IN?
"Working"

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE GUM?
Orbit Cinnamint, always

FAVOURITE CHOCOLATE?
I'm not hugely into chocolate, but I do like those Lindor truffles that Rappy brought me when she visited.

FAVOURITE CANDY (NON CHOCOLATE)?
Pixi-Stix

DO YOU OWN ANYTHING LEATHER?
A couple of handbags, I think.

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING RIGHT NOW?
That I really hope my lower back hurts less before I fly cross-country on Saturday morning.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE OF ALL TIME?
Finding Nemo. Oh wait, that's Pixar. Then I'll go with Robin Hood. I loved the family of rabbits.

DO YOU OR HAVE YOU EVER SLEPT WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?
I'm a girl, so of course I did.

WHO WAS YOUR FIRST CRUSH WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE?
Christopher Robin Taylor. I was 12 and he was one of my older brother's friends. I sobbed when he moved back to Chicago.

WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
I'm not picky. It just can't be prettier than mine.

WHO OUT OF YOUR FRIENDS (SAME SEX) HAVE YOU KNOWN THE LONGEST?
Trina

NOW THE OPPOSITE?
Glen

WHAT IS THEIR BIRTHDAY AND MIDDLE NAME?
Trina Lynn was born March 16 (she'll always be THREE DAYS OLDER than me, ha ha!)
Glen Alexander was born March 12 (a full WEEK older than me ... forever!)

DO YOU SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE?
Yes, but it's a dead language

WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE SINGER?
I can't answer questions like this. Pondering them makes my head explode.

WHAT KIND OF BOOKS DO YOU LIKE TO READ?
Comedy, some sci-fi, anything that is about a subject I don't know much about, but am interested in.

HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR COFFEE?
Coffee makes my heart skip, so I don't drink it.

DRAGONS OR DINOSAURS?
DragonSLAYER, baby!

WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
Leaving town? Leaving the country? Leaving for Mars? More specificity is needed, but I'll go with "I'd try not to, fall anyway, but get over it relatively quickly."

WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
Just take a deep breath and say the words. You might not get another chance.

WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL MOST OFTEN?
My mom's.

WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?
Willfull ignorance. And people who can't drive for shite.

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September 26, 2005

Back In the Saddle

I'm starting up my photography website again.

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He Says All the Right Things

Vertical Horizon
"Everything You Want"
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NOTES: I do realize that liking this song probably makes me hopelessly uncool, but I don't care. I like it, dammit! I don't even care that it's Christian rock. Plus, I needed a band name that started with V to help round out my music archive.

Somewhere there's speaking
It's already coming in
Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind
You never could get it
Unless you were fed it
Now you're here and you don't know why

But under skinned knees and the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn
You howl and listen
Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels that won't return

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

But you'll just sit tight
And watch it unwind
It's only what you're asking for
And you'll be just fine
With all of your time
It's only what you're waiting for

Out of the island
Into the highway
Past the places where you might have turned
You never did notice
But you still hide away
The anger of angels that won't return

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you
And I don't know why

And I don't know why
Why
I don't know

Posted by Highwaygirl on 06:45 AM | Comments (2)

September 24, 2005

Others Lie, Lie, Lie

Guster
"Careful"
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NOTES: I've kind of decided that I really don't want to get married. At least to anyone available to me at this point. But maybe I'll meet this charming man sometime during 2006 and life will be peachy and swell despite my plans and intentions. I just hope his name is Declan. Oh, and also? My air conditioner broke last night and it's currently 85 degrees in my apartment. Guster is the only thing keeping me going.

And you walked out
When I asked you to stay
As usual you will get your way

You closed the door
And stumbled down to the street
Where you wring your hands
And you drag your feet there

Where the words can't find you
To crawl inside you

I'm ringing all the warning bells
Careful or you'll hurt yourself
Others lie, lie, lie
They adore you
I'll be the one to tell
Careful or you'll hurt yourself
Gonna try, try, try
'Til the morning comes

But you can't hide
Standing under these stars
They know everything
They know where you are

You're in your head
You're all turned around with it
And they're shining down their light
To bring you back again

Back where I can find you
To crawl inside you

I'm ringing all the warning bells
Careful or you'll hurt yourself
Others lie, lie, lie
They adore you
I'll be the one to tell
Careful or you'll hurt yourself
Gonna try, try, try
'Til the morning

All you want to see
Is make believe
It's nothing
But way down underneath

I'm ringing all the warning bells
Careful you don't hurt yourself
Others lie, lie, lie
They adore you
I'll be the one to tell you
Careful or you'll hurt yourself
Gonna try, try, try
'Til the morning comes

Posted by Highwaygirl on 11:36 AM | Comments (0)

September 23, 2005

I've Been Spurred

Paul Westerberg
"Waiting For Somebody"
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NOTES: In keeping with the I WILL GET ENGAGED IN 2006 EVEN IF IT KILLS ME OR SOMEONE LIKE ME kick, here's a hopelessly hopeful little paen to solitude by the former frontman of one of my adolescently favorite bands, The Replacements.

All my life
Waiting for somebody
Come and take my hand
All my life
Waiting for somebody
Whoa, yeah

Been down so long
Doesnít really matter
This downtown home
Been kicked and Iíve been spurred
You comin' along?
It doesít really matter
I go it alone
Doesnít even hurt

All my life
Waiting for somebody
Whoa, yeah
All my life
Waiting on somebody
Ooh, yeah

Iím waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
That you come my way

I know down deep
I made a big decision
I'm going to sleep
I'm going there alone
I know damn well
I'm tired of all this cryin'
On my feet as far as I can tell

I'm waitin' for the day
Waitin' for the day
That you come my way

Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody

Waitin' for somebody
Waitin' for somebody
I'm waitin' for somebody
All my life

Posted by Highwaygirl on 08:24 PM | Comments (1)

Weirdness Afoot

In other news ...

I had an interesting idea for a New Year's resolution for 2006 - get engaged. Oh, and document the entire process on this site.

I think I could make it quite entertaining and amusing, but there's a side of me that thinks that's a little too voyeur porn for me. Plus, it reeks of cravenness to make getting engaged a task on some sort of cosmic "to-do" list. It just seems a little bit manufactured.

But maybe that's the point. I'm not actively trying to find someone to share my life with on a long-term, freaky-but-monogamous basis. Perhaps that's why I haven't. Maybe making this an actual goal (along with perfecting the art of body hair removal and learning how to knit) is the only thing that will guarantee success in this particular endeavor, craven as it is.

Do they have Russian mail-order husbands?

Posted by Highwaygirl on 10:14 AM | Comments (9)

Life Is a Highway(girl)

Seven more days until I leave for Arizona. I'm getting a little bit nervous because Trina and I have made a conscious decision not to overplan this trip. Or to even really plan at all. We have a basic idea of what we want to do every day, but we haven't made hardly any reservations for things (other than a Navajo-guided tour of Canyon de Chelly on 10/5 and a hotel reservation for the one night we're staying in Albuquerque).

Aaaaaaaaaaand that's it. We've got a AAA guidebook flagged with potential motels. Our goal is to get as close to our next day's destination as possible, that's why we're not making reservations for lodging. Although now it occurs to me that I probably should have looked into making a firm reservation for the night I know we'll be in Flagstaff.

Oh well! Worst case scenario, we'll find an IHOP or all-night diner and sleep in the booths.

By the way - I won't be able to post here while on the trip (at least I don't think I will be, since I'm not going to purposely visit any internet cafťs). HOWEVER, I have decided to dust off my Audioblogger account, so I will be posting short (four minutes or less) audio recaps over on my Fancy a Shag? blog.

There's nothing there right now, but if Audioblogger works the way it's supposed to, every day (or maybe several times a day) an mp3 of me talking about the stupid things I'm doing to embarrass myself and Trina will be posted on the site. You'll have to go by the dates/times to know if anything is new, because I won't be able to add titles on any of the posts.

It should be fun, though. Hopefully Trina doesn't look at me like I'm a complete dork for doing this. I do think, in addition to the metric ass-ton [TM Benhameen] of photographs I plan to take, that this will be a fun way to document my trip for posterity.

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September 20, 2005

My Life Is Again My Own

Tonight is the season finale of Big Brother 6, which means that tomorrow I will again be living my own life. I love HT, but it takes up a lot of my time during the summer. Thus my embarrassing lack of updates over here.

So I'll hopefully be back to making daily entries here soon. I've got my roadtrip to AZ coming up in less than two weeks (woo hoo!) so I'll be yammering endlessly about that I'm sure.

And there are changes afoot in my personal life as well.

I'm getting married!!!

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OK, not really. There's something, though. But I'll tell more about it when I get back from my road trip.

Oh, one last thing, since there seems to be some confusion on this point:

I am not Wentworth Miller. I do not know Wentworth Miller (sadly), and I have never met Wentworth Miller in person. I simply posted a little love note to him in my Celebrity Crush section; the hook in those posts is that I write from the celeb's viewpoint (e.g. in the first person).

Again, I am not Wentworth Miller. I do think he's just swell, though. And Prison Break is an excellent new show (except for Robin Tunney - ugh).

Posted by Highwaygirl on 10:18 AM | Comments (3)

Aren't You Such a Catch?

OK Go
"Get Over It"
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NOTES: I don't know anything about this band, and I'm apparently three years too late to this party (the song was released in 2002), but that's just my way - hopping on the bandwagon long after it has sailed. My friend Jake had an evisceral, negative reaction to this song after I told him I liked it; thus its inclusion on my site.

Lot of knots, lot of snags
Lot of holes, lot of cracks lot of crags
Lot of naggin' old hags
Lot of fools, lot of fool scumbags
Oh it's such a drag, what a chore
Oh your wounds are full of salt
Everything's a stress and what's more
Well it's all somebody's fault

Hey! Get over it!

Makes you sick, makes you ill
Makes you cheat, slipping change from the till
Had it up to the gills, makes you cry
While the milk still spills
Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain
Well it's all a crying shame
What left to do but complain
You better find someone to blame

Hey! Get over it!

Got a job, got a life
Got a four-door and a faithless wife
Got those nice copper pipes
Got an ex, got a room for the night
Aren't you such a catch? What a prize!
Got a body like a battle axe
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes
We ought to buy you a Cadillac

Hey! Get over it!

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September 02, 2005

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