Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Uninvited
by Alanis Morissette

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hotblooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed

You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm

Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd meet shepherd
But you you're not allowed
You're uninvited

An unfortunate slight
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like

You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy

I need a moment to deliberate

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Yesterday I arrived in the Frozen North. And today I bravely forge even further in the direction of the biggest arrow on the compass!

I go to a place of no cell reception. Yes, my California friends--those exist! They do!

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Do you want to know why I haven't posted anything exciting or profound in the past several days?

Do you really?

Are you sure?

It's quite scandalous...

I'm warning you...

This isn't for the faint of heart!

Okay, here it is.

The truth:

I'm bored.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Annachie Gordon
by Loreena McKennitt

Harking is bonny and there lives my love
My heart lies on him and cannot remove
It cannot remove for all that I have done
And I never will forget my love Annachie
For Annachie Gordon, he's bonny and he's bright
He'd entice any woman that e'er he saw
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me
And I never will forget my love Annachie.

Down came her father and he's standing at the door
Saying, Jeannie, you are trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so much for thee
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie
For Annachie Gordon is barely but a man
Although he may be pretty but where are his lands
The Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they run high
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie.

With Annachie Gordon I beg for my bread
And before I marry Sultan his gold to my head
With gold to my head and straight down to my knees
And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie
And you who are my parents to church you may me bring
But unto Lord Sultan I'll never bear a son
To a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee
And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie.

Jeannie was married and from church was brought home
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
She goes into her chamber and cries all alone.

Come to my bed, my Jeannie, my honey and my sweet
To stile you my mistress it would be so sweet
Be it mistress or Jeannie it's all the same to me
But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie
And down came her father and he's spoken with reknown
Saying, you who are her maidens
Go loosen up her gowns
And she fell down to the floor
And straight down to his knee saying,
Father, look, I'm dying for my love Annachie.

The day that Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died
And the day that young Annachie came home on the tide
And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands
Saying, oh it's been so long, you've been so long on the sands
So long on the sands, so long on the flood
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.

You who are her maidens come take me by the hand
And lead me to the chamber where my love she lies in
And he kissed her cold lips till his heart it turned to stone
And he died in the chamber where his love she lies in.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

If I traded it all...
If I gave it all away for one thing...
Just for one thing...
If I sorted it out...
If I knew all about this one thing...
Wouldn't that be something?!

- Finger 11, from One Thing

Kneesocks!

Thursday, August 11, 2005

On the other hand, being me (lately) has been awfully fun.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Unfortunately, once again, I am so tired of being me.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Oh what I wouldn't give to look like Diane Lane when I'm her age. Or, like, ever.
We have seen in deeds, not in words, what the brotherhood of the sea means.
- Russian Defence Minister Sergei Ivanov

Seriously, you gotta love those Russians.

And I do.

How about you?

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

- Howie Day, from Collide

Monday, August 01, 2005