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nelbelI'm retiring a bunch of old away messages because they are A.) Obsolete, B.) Not as amusing as I used to think they were, or C.) Tired and want to live out the rest of their lives in the equivalent of internet Florida. Complete with added comments!
If you'd like,
We belong to the light,
we belong to the thunder,
We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under,
Whatever we deny or embrace
for worse or for better,
We belong, we belong, we belong together
*Sigh*:-*
Yeah...*sigh*
I know
you belong
to somebody new
but tonight
you belong
to me
Although
we're apart
you're part
of my heart
and tonight
you belong to me
Way down by the stream
How sweet it would seem
Once more, just to dream
In the moonlight
My honey, I know
with the dawn
that you
will be gone
but tonight
you belong
to me
Just to little ol' me :-)
What a great song. Everyone see The Jerk if you haven't!
Thursday Night Blues
Pretending to write a paper. Waiting for a phone call. Or an IM. Looking forward to lunch with Sarah (my first visitor!) tomorrow. And pondering over how much time I've wasted waiting for elevators here. Also, people next door are listening to Alicia Keys' "How Come You Don't Call Me?" and I want to go over there and hang with them and sing, but I don't know the words. It would be humiliating to pretend that I do. I don't want to look stupid. Oh well. Maybe I'll learn them and make them sing it another time. Wait, is that pathetic? Oh man. They're having a floor party. I cannot go. I cannot go. I wish I could. I am still holding on to the little discipline that I have left here. I also have this paper to write. Dang.
Why is it Thursday night?
Hahaha I wrote that during my very first week at ISU. It was only relevant for one night. It seems that I used to be a diligent student. How touching.
I'm riding the Subway for dinner! Actually, I'm eating it. Not so much riding as eating. There's a difference, and it's an important one. I'm glad we had this talk.
NEVER AGAIN! Thank God.
Taurus: (April. 20—May 20)
You will never again be able to live in peace due to the enduring and seductive power of your moose call.
Ahh, the first of many genius Onion horoscopes. I never gave credit to any of them, isn't that awful?
"Once, I had a secret love
that lived within the heart of me.
All too soon my secret love
became impatient to be free.
So I told a friendly star,
the way that dreamers often do,
just how wonderful you are
and why I'm so in love with you.
Now I shout it from the highest hills,
even told the golden daffodils.
At last, my heart's an open door
and my secret love's no secret anymore..."
--Doris Day, "Secret Love"
(What? I just think it's a cute song! Geez!)
Yeeeeeaaaaahhhh Secret Love is irrelevant and old-hat.
"Oh Puppy Goo Goo, fetch me a dream!"
-Milhouse, "The Simpsons"
(Sleeping and hopefully dreaming! Um, good dreams, not bad ones! Yeah. :-))
What a great quote. And what a stupid-girly thing to write under it, what was I thinking?
Aries: (March 21—April 19)
You have thoroughly wasted your potential over the past five years--years you could have spent deep-frying professionally.
Onion
"And shot like a stone from a sling in the air,
Shouting and laughing with delight,
Headforemost she plunges into the approaching wave!"
Come see "Pride's Crossing'!!! Every day in Westhoff at 7:30 (but not on Monday), also at 2:30 on Sunday. Tickets are 9 dollars.
And that is where I am right now, doing the running crew thang :-)
LOL that is NOT relevant anymore ever since the show wrapped in late November
"Oh SOMEbody KILL ME PLEASE!
SOMEbody KILL ME PLE-EASE!
I'M ON MY KNEES! PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE!
KIIIIIIILLLLL MEEEEEEEE!
I WANT TO DI-I-IE!!!
PUT A BUL-LET IN MY
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAADDD!!!"
-Adam Sandler in "The Wedding Singer"
Wow, this one is also from my first week at ISU, but I can't remember who I was mad at. It was a boy, though. And I was emotional enough to quote the great Adam Sandler? Wow.
Libra: (Sept. 23—Oct. 23)
It's time to start paying more attention to the things that make life worthwhile, such as oxygen molecules.
Nice and somber Onion horoscope
"Is she on her period?" "No, she's out of Pocky."
--The wit of RJ Buckler
Back when I was TOTALLY and utterly addicted to Pocky during my first few months at ISU. I'm totally burned out on the chocolate kind now, that sucks.
Leo: (July 23—Aug. 22)
You'll be excited to learn that you will be one of the items included in the gift bags at this year's Oscars.
Leo: (July 23—Aug. 22)
Though you appreciate the undergarment-related efforts of Inspector 12, it's unsettling when her little sticker starts showing up all over your house.
Strange, two Leos in a row. And I'm an Aries!
This "Girlfriend" is "Gone" right now, probably trying to wash these "Dirty Pop" stains off of her...but leave a message, and hopefully if you're online when I return, you'll get an IM and "It's Gonna Be Me". So until then, "Bye Bye Bye!"
HAPPY N*SYNC DAY EVERYONE!!!"
Oh my God, how clever am I? I miss special days!!!! Dan? Jeff? Remember the good times?
"No matter how good she looks, some other guy is sick and tired of putting up with her shit."
--Written on the men's room wall, Linda's Bar and Grill, Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Hmm, that still seems clever to me, although I have to disagree cuz I seriously don't give people shit. And I'm good-looking.
I woke up and called this morning
the tone of your voice was a warning
that you don't care for me anymore
I made up the bed we sleep in
I looked at the clock when you creeped in
it's six AM and I'm alone
Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending
to the bad day that was just beginning
when you go all I know is you're my favorite mistake
All your friends are sorry for me
they watch you pretend to adore me
but I'm no fool to this game
Now here comes your secret lover
she'd be unlike any other
until your guilt goes up in flames
Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending
to the bad day I've gotten used to spending
when you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake
Ah, Sheryl. That's my tied-for-first fave song of yours (along with "Strong Enough"). Must have been relevant for some reason...a rarely used message.
"Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean, I'd love to be skinny like that but no with all those flies and death and stuff."
--Mariah Carey
::snicker::
Gemini: (May 21—June 21)
A bump in life's road causes you to lose control of life's car and spin out of control, careening off life's cliff and into life's rocky valley below, where the car bursts into life's flames.
Sagittarius: (Nov. 22—Dec. 21)
Accept it: She's dead, and nothing you can do will ever bring her back. Except, of course, for the Lazarus serum--but you promised her you wouldn't...
Aries: (March 21—April 19)
This is a time of deep personal reflection and introspection for you. Which, you have to admit, beats the hell out of looking for a job.
(lol, that's even my SIGN, man!)
Heehee, a trio of wit. The last one was from LAST summer, when I was being totally lazy and not hunting for a job, instead landing the cushy one-week stint as an enumerator and making $800. Pretty sweet.
Love
I get so lost sometimes
Days pass
And this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away,
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go,
I come back to the place you are
But all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
the light the heat
I am complete
I see the doorway
of a thousand churches
the resolution
of all the fruitless searches
Oh, I see the light and the heat
Now I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light the heat I see in your eyes...
-Peter Gabriel
...whatever. Have I become more cynical? Oui. But who doesn't love this song, come on.
Aquarius: (Jan. 20—Feb. 18)
A person can only hide behind one's virginity for so long. Even if, as in your case, it is a particularly harsh and forbidding virginity.
Man, back in the day, huh? ;-)
Time for Grammar with Balls... JELLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! NOT JELL-IHHHHH!!!! *Sigh*
Ahhhh that was SUCH AN ANNOYING CLASS!!!
From my desktop "Words of Encouragement" daily calendar:
January 23
"God Evidently does not intend us all to be rich or powerful or great, but he does intend us all to be friends."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
I have to find that calendar again. I inherited it from my favorite job as a tutor at Harper. I was the only one who ever turned that calendar over and up-to-date.
eenymooo: Hey dawg, Hey babe, what's happen' dawg?
That's my ghetto mommy!
LOL, oh Mom.
"When you wake up, I will make you French toast. If French toast is not what you desire, I will find another nationality of toast that suits you. I will not rest until I find this perfect nationality of toast, even if I have to swim all the way to Austria for it. After I find and make the toast, and you eat it, we will freak once more.
This is how the evening will go. This is how you will know love."
--Smoove B, From The Onion
Now THAT'S what I call romance.
I am going spelunking down to the deep caverns of Watterson in search of sustenance! Leave a message and a toothpick!
And now it is only a mere 10 steps to the kitchen!
Did you ever wonder...
Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze
these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?
Who was the first person to say "See that chicken there....I'm gonna eat
the
next thing that comes outta it's butt."
If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?
Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't
point
to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?
If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables,
then what is baby oil made from?
Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call
it a hemorrhoid when it's in your ass?
Just got tired of this one, but it's so clever and fun to read.
Sagittarius: (Nov. 22—Dec. 21)
It's not true that no one hears your cries for help. They hear and ignore your cries for help.
Sagittarius: (Nov. 22—Dec. 21)
You are renowned for your kind and loving nature, thanks mainly to a crack PR team.
And I still thank that PR team every day.
Well I love love ya darlin'
come and go with me
come go with me
baby, under sea
I need ya darlin'
so come go with me
Come come come come
come into my heart
tell me darlin'
we will never part
I need ya darlin'
so come go with me
Yes I need you,
yes I really need you
Please say you'll never leave me
Well, see you never
yes you really never
you never give me a chance
I love love ya darlin'
come and go with me
come go with me
baby, under sea
I need ya darlin'
so come go with me
(Truly some of the most profound lyrics ever written, Del Vikings. Is it about obsession and over-dependency on a submarine? )
::Pats self on back:: How DO you all put up with my rapier-like forehead?
Abby (our instructor): Okay, what are the climactic conditions of Romeo and Juliet?
Caitlin (very assuredly): Um, it's hot.
Abby: No, Caitlin, not climate, climactic.
Caitlin (smiling blankly, five minutes later, whispers): What's going on?
Ahhhhh, the magic of costuming class. Pray for our souls.
LOLOL, I think I have a winner for the "Personal Favorite Moment" category. If you know Caitlin, it's even funnier.
Cancer: (June 22—July 22)
Don't take next week's failures too hard: No one could have foreseen the sudden appearance of so many ax-wielding monkeys.
Hee, monkeys who kill.
I don't expect my love affairs to last for long,
never fool myself that my dreams will come true.
Being used to trouble, I anticipate it,
but all the same I hate it;
wouldn't you?
Time and time again I've said that I don't care,
that I'm immune to gloom,
that I'm hard through and through.
But everytime it matters, all my words desert me,
so anyone can hurt me,
and they do.
Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know.
Well, maybe not that fine,
but I'll survive anyhow.
I won't recall the names and faces of this sad occasion,
but that's no consolation
here and now.
So what happens now?
Oh Evita, who knows? This one's just too emo to use. I've grown up. Still a great song, though.
Cancer: (June 22—July 22)
Usually, this stuff happens in movie theaters, so you're pretty surprised when two hours of sexy, suspense-filled action come to a bakery near you.
Sex-ay!
I think I was wrong
I think you were right
But all my angry words
will keep me up at night
And through the old screen door
I still hear you say
Oh, honey, won't you stop
treatin' me that way?
If you could only see
what love has made of me
then I'd no longer be in your mind
the difficult kind
cuz, babe, I've changed
Tell it to me slow
tell me with your eyes
If anyone should know
how to let it slide
Swear I can see you
comin' up the drive
and there ain't nothin' like regret
to remind you you're alive
If you could only see
what love has made of me
then I'd no longer be in your mind
the difficult kind
I've crossed the canyon
a thousand times
and never noticed what was mine
what you remember of me tonight
well it almost makes me cry
I love this song because it's very beautiful, but I don't know why I ever made it into an away message. It's so sad.
Quotant Quotables:
(These are from a few days/weeks ago, but they need to go in here before I forget)
"...And I hate to say it, but I would be the guy who probably smells like sausage."
-Dan, when we were discussing who we'd all be if we were in Grease (don't you TOTALLY know who he is referring to? Even if it is so offensive?)
Donnelle: I have an Italian madrigal stuck in my head.
Jenni: ...Cool? ...Sorry?
-During the department meeting
ExEdgecrusherX: Auto-reply: oh man everyone has general auditions except me, BWA HA HA HA HA! enjoy your nerve racking wait for those callback lists, HAHAHA its so great to have graduated, oh man have fun at CLASS everybody, I'll just have to occupy myself with my professional acting carreer in chicago, gonna be so BORING without CLASS and waiting for the auditions and callbacks, sheesh...but to all my friends at ISU GOOD LUCK, and break a leg!
-Matt Russell's away message the day of auditions for generals. BEST. GRAD. AWAY-MESSAGE. EVER.
If you'd like,
We belong to the light,
we belong to the thunder,
We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under,
Whatever we deny or embrace
for worse or for better,
We belong, we belong, we belong together
*Sigh*:-*
Yeah...*sigh*
I know
you belong
to somebody new
but tonight
you belong
to me
Although
we're apart
you're part
of my heart
and tonight
you belong to me
Way down by the stream
How sweet it would seem
Once more, just to dream
In the moonlight
My honey, I know
with the dawn
that you
will be gone
but tonight
you belong
to me
Just to little ol' me :-)
What a great song. Everyone see The Jerk if you haven't!
Thursday Night Blues
Pretending to write a paper. Waiting for a phone call. Or an IM. Looking forward to lunch with Sarah (my first visitor!) tomorrow. And pondering over how much time I've wasted waiting for elevators here. Also, people next door are listening to Alicia Keys' "How Come You Don't Call Me?" and I want to go over there and hang with them and sing, but I don't know the words. It would be humiliating to pretend that I do. I don't want to look stupid. Oh well. Maybe I'll learn them and make them sing it another time. Wait, is that pathetic? Oh man. They're having a floor party. I cannot go. I cannot go. I wish I could. I am still holding on to the little discipline that I have left here. I also have this paper to write. Dang.
Why is it Thursday night?
Hahaha I wrote that during my very first week at ISU. It was only relevant for one night. It seems that I used to be a diligent student. How touching.
I'm riding the Subway for dinner! Actually, I'm eating it. Not so much riding as eating. There's a difference, and it's an important one. I'm glad we had this talk.
NEVER AGAIN! Thank God.
Taurus: (April. 20—May 20)
You will never again be able to live in peace due to the enduring and seductive power of your moose call.
Ahh, the first of many genius Onion horoscopes. I never gave credit to any of them, isn't that awful?
"Once, I had a secret love
that lived within the heart of me.
All too soon my secret love
became impatient to be free.
So I told a friendly star,
the way that dreamers often do,
just how wonderful you are
and why I'm so in love with you.
Now I shout it from the highest hills,
even told the golden daffodils.
At last, my heart's an open door
and my secret love's no secret anymore..."
--Doris Day, "Secret Love"
(What? I just think it's a cute song! Geez!)
Yeeeeeaaaaahhhh Secret Love is irrelevant and old-hat.
"Oh Puppy Goo Goo, fetch me a dream!"
-Milhouse, "The Simpsons"
(Sleeping and hopefully dreaming! Um, good dreams, not bad ones! Yeah. :-))
What a great quote. And what a stupid-girly thing to write under it, what was I thinking?
Aries: (March 21—April 19)
You have thoroughly wasted your potential over the past five years--years you could have spent deep-frying professionally.
Onion
"And shot like a stone from a sling in the air,
Shouting and laughing with delight,
Headforemost she plunges into the approaching wave!"
Come see "Pride's Crossing'!!! Every day in Westhoff at 7:30 (but not on Monday), also at 2:30 on Sunday. Tickets are 9 dollars.
And that is where I am right now, doing the running crew thang :-)
LOL that is NOT relevant anymore ever since the show wrapped in late November
"Oh SOMEbody KILL ME PLEASE!
SOMEbody KILL ME PLE-EASE!
I'M ON MY KNEES! PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE!
KIIIIIIILLLLL MEEEEEEEE!
I WANT TO DI-I-IE!!!
PUT A BUL-LET IN MY
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAADDD!!!"
-Adam Sandler in "The Wedding Singer"
Wow, this one is also from my first week at ISU, but I can't remember who I was mad at. It was a boy, though. And I was emotional enough to quote the great Adam Sandler? Wow.
Libra: (Sept. 23—Oct. 23)
It's time to start paying more attention to the things that make life worthwhile, such as oxygen molecules.
Nice and somber Onion horoscope
"Is she on her period?" "No, she's out of Pocky."
--The wit of RJ Buckler
Back when I was TOTALLY and utterly addicted to Pocky during my first few months at ISU. I'm totally burned out on the chocolate kind now, that sucks.
Leo: (July 23—Aug. 22)
You'll be excited to learn that you will be one of the items included in the gift bags at this year's Oscars.
Leo: (July 23—Aug. 22)
Though you appreciate the undergarment-related efforts of Inspector 12, it's unsettling when her little sticker starts showing up all over your house.
Strange, two Leos in a row. And I'm an Aries!
This "Girlfriend" is "Gone" right now, probably trying to wash these "Dirty Pop" stains off of her...but leave a message, and hopefully if you're online when I return, you'll get an IM and "It's Gonna Be Me". So until then, "Bye Bye Bye!"
HAPPY N*SYNC DAY EVERYONE!!!"
Oh my God, how clever am I? I miss special days!!!! Dan? Jeff? Remember the good times?
"No matter how good she looks, some other guy is sick and tired of putting up with her shit."
--Written on the men's room wall, Linda's Bar and Grill, Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Hmm, that still seems clever to me, although I have to disagree cuz I seriously don't give people shit. And I'm good-looking.
I woke up and called this morning
the tone of your voice was a warning
that you don't care for me anymore
I made up the bed we sleep in
I looked at the clock when you creeped in
it's six AM and I'm alone
Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending
to the bad day that was just beginning
when you go all I know is you're my favorite mistake
All your friends are sorry for me
they watch you pretend to adore me
but I'm no fool to this game
Now here comes your secret lover
she'd be unlike any other
until your guilt goes up in flames
Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending
to the bad day I've gotten used to spending
when you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake
Ah, Sheryl. That's my tied-for-first fave song of yours (along with "Strong Enough"). Must have been relevant for some reason...a rarely used message.
"Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean, I'd love to be skinny like that but no with all those flies and death and stuff."
--Mariah Carey
::snicker::
Gemini: (May 21—June 21)
A bump in life's road causes you to lose control of life's car and spin out of control, careening off life's cliff and into life's rocky valley below, where the car bursts into life's flames.
Sagittarius: (Nov. 22—Dec. 21)
Accept it: She's dead, and nothing you can do will ever bring her back. Except, of course, for the Lazarus serum--but you promised her you wouldn't...
Aries: (March 21—April 19)
This is a time of deep personal reflection and introspection for you. Which, you have to admit, beats the hell out of looking for a job.
(lol, that's even my SIGN, man!)
Heehee, a trio of wit. The last one was from LAST summer, when I was being totally lazy and not hunting for a job, instead landing the cushy one-week stint as an enumerator and making $800. Pretty sweet.
Love
I get so lost sometimes
Days pass
And this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away,
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go,
I come back to the place you are
But all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
the light the heat
I am complete
I see the doorway
of a thousand churches
the resolution
of all the fruitless searches
Oh, I see the light and the heat
Now I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light the heat I see in your eyes...
-Peter Gabriel
...whatever. Have I become more cynical? Oui. But who doesn't love this song, come on.
Aquarius: (Jan. 20—Feb. 18)
A person can only hide behind one's virginity for so long. Even if, as in your case, it is a particularly harsh and forbidding virginity.
Man, back in the day, huh? ;-)
Time for Grammar with Balls... JELLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! NOT JELL-IHHHHH!!!! *Sigh*
Ahhhh that was SUCH AN ANNOYING CLASS!!!
From my desktop "Words of Encouragement" daily calendar:
January 23
"God Evidently does not intend us all to be rich or powerful or great, but he does intend us all to be friends."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
I have to find that calendar again. I inherited it from my favorite job as a tutor at Harper. I was the only one who ever turned that calendar over and up-to-date.
eenymooo: Hey dawg, Hey babe, what's happen' dawg?
That's my ghetto mommy!
LOL, oh Mom.
"When you wake up, I will make you French toast. If French toast is not what you desire, I will find another nationality of toast that suits you. I will not rest until I find this perfect nationality of toast, even if I have to swim all the way to Austria for it. After I find and make the toast, and you eat it, we will freak once more.
This is how the evening will go. This is how you will know love."
--Smoove B, From The Onion
Now THAT'S what I call romance.
I am going spelunking down to the deep caverns of Watterson in search of sustenance! Leave a message and a toothpick!
And now it is only a mere 10 steps to the kitchen!
Did you ever wonder...
Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze
these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?
Who was the first person to say "See that chicken there....I'm gonna eat
the
next thing that comes outta it's butt."
If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?
Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't
point
to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?
If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables,
then what is baby oil made from?
Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call
it a hemorrhoid when it's in your ass?
Just got tired of this one, but it's so clever and fun to read.
Sagittarius: (Nov. 22—Dec. 21)
It's not true that no one hears your cries for help. They hear and ignore your cries for help.
Sagittarius: (Nov. 22—Dec. 21)
You are renowned for your kind and loving nature, thanks mainly to a crack PR team.
And I still thank that PR team every day.
Well I love love ya darlin'
come and go with me
come go with me
baby, under sea
I need ya darlin'
so come go with me
Come come come come
come into my heart
tell me darlin'
we will never part
I need ya darlin'
so come go with me
Yes I need you,
yes I really need you
Please say you'll never leave me
Well, see you never
yes you really never
you never give me a chance
I love love ya darlin'
come and go with me
come go with me
baby, under sea
I need ya darlin'
so come go with me
(Truly some of the most profound lyrics ever written, Del Vikings. Is it about obsession and over-dependency on a submarine? )
::Pats self on back:: How DO you all put up with my rapier-like forehead?
Abby (our instructor): Okay, what are the climactic conditions of Romeo and Juliet?
Caitlin (very assuredly): Um, it's hot.
Abby: No, Caitlin, not climate, climactic.
Caitlin (smiling blankly, five minutes later, whispers): What's going on?
Ahhhhh, the magic of costuming class. Pray for our souls.
LOLOL, I think I have a winner for the "Personal Favorite Moment" category. If you know Caitlin, it's even funnier.
Cancer: (June 22—July 22)
Don't take next week's failures too hard: No one could have foreseen the sudden appearance of so many ax-wielding monkeys.
Hee, monkeys who kill.
I don't expect my love affairs to last for long,
never fool myself that my dreams will come true.
Being used to trouble, I anticipate it,
but all the same I hate it;
wouldn't you?
Time and time again I've said that I don't care,
that I'm immune to gloom,
that I'm hard through and through.
But everytime it matters, all my words desert me,
so anyone can hurt me,
and they do.
Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know.
Well, maybe not that fine,
but I'll survive anyhow.
I won't recall the names and faces of this sad occasion,
but that's no consolation
here and now.
So what happens now?
Oh Evita, who knows? This one's just too emo to use. I've grown up. Still a great song, though.
Cancer: (June 22—July 22)
Usually, this stuff happens in movie theaters, so you're pretty surprised when two hours of sexy, suspense-filled action come to a bakery near you.
Sex-ay!
I think I was wrong
I think you were right
But all my angry words
will keep me up at night
And through the old screen door
I still hear you say
Oh, honey, won't you stop
treatin' me that way?
If you could only see
what love has made of me
then I'd no longer be in your mind
the difficult kind
cuz, babe, I've changed
Tell it to me slow
tell me with your eyes
If anyone should know
how to let it slide
Swear I can see you
comin' up the drive
and there ain't nothin' like regret
to remind you you're alive
If you could only see
what love has made of me
then I'd no longer be in your mind
the difficult kind
I've crossed the canyon
a thousand times
and never noticed what was mine
what you remember of me tonight
well it almost makes me cry
I love this song because it's very beautiful, but I don't know why I ever made it into an away message. It's so sad.
Quotant Quotables:
(These are from a few days/weeks ago, but they need to go in here before I forget)
"...And I hate to say it, but I would be the guy who probably smells like sausage."
-Dan, when we were discussing who we'd all be if we were in Grease (don't you TOTALLY know who he is referring to? Even if it is so offensive?)
Donnelle: I have an Italian madrigal stuck in my head.
Jenni: ...Cool? ...Sorry?
-During the department meeting
ExEdgecrusherX: Auto-reply: oh man everyone has general auditions except me, BWA HA HA HA HA! enjoy your nerve racking wait for those callback lists, HAHAHA its so great to have graduated, oh man have fun at CLASS everybody, I'll just have to occupy myself with my professional acting carreer in chicago, gonna be so BORING without CLASS and waiting for the auditions and callbacks, sheesh...but to all my friends at ISU GOOD LUCK, and break a leg!
-Matt Russell's away message the day of auditions for generals. BEST. GRAD. AWAY-MESSAGE. EVER.
