The Servant have such wacky lyrics. I was listening to Glowing Logos and just about had a heart attack laughing so much. I mean, seriously:
Glowing logos out my mouth they twist
As I head on into town
Above the pavement I gently seem to lift
As I take a look around
It gets lonely swooping around like a phantom
It gets lonely lost in the black of an ocean
So help carry on
Lead me to someone
To someone like me
The vacuum-sealed acrobat vampire
A broken credit card he rides
Slow and majestic he bids the zombie choir
“Begin your hymns of genocide”
It gets lonely swooping around like a phantom
It gets lonely lost in the black of an ocean
So help carry on
Lead me to someone
To someone like me
I could touch you underneath your mind
I could touch you where your boyfriend cannot find
And you’d be mine
Oh you’d be mine
Ceremonies with ejector seats and drugs
Made my memory bow
And artificial stimulation rods
Made you pitifully slow-mo
It gets lonely swooping around like a phantom
It gets lonely lost in the black of an ocean
So help carry on
Lead me to someone
To someone like me
You’re just my barcode
Baby you’re my barcode
Every day
You’re just my…
I especially love the second and third verses of this song.
In other news, my brother has gone nuts. After not playing Guitar Hero for close to a month, he decided to buy a second "guitar" for me to use. All because I showed him this video. The intricacies of the male ego amuses me. But anyway, it fired us up and my brother is determined to move into Hard level as opposed to medium. Me? I don't give two shits. Right now I'm just trying to be able to get everything above 90%. But hey, I get to listen to great music while I pretend to play the guitar, what's not to love? 3s and 7s by Queens of the Stone Age is love. It's got wicked cool guitar riffs.
My dad is going on a diet. My dad. It makes me go 0.o I have no weird for the weirdness of that, except for the fact that it's for health reasons. That I totally respect. And weirdly enough, once my father sets his mind on something, he'll do it right. So if you see my dad having lost tons of weight? Yeah, you know why. My mum isn't starving him for no reason. :P
Speaking of my father, the family is planning on throwing a party for the father's 60th this year. Maybe rent a nice place somewhere, have music and good food and dancing. My brother suggested that we should have a theme of "60s" so music is going to be like that. And it's apparently going to be dress up fancy as well, which is just weird. It'll be smallish or so, not over 80 people (I love how I say that's small but I guess for my parents and the people they know, it is. So my dad's MCKK friends and Army friends etc.
My sleeping habit's gone way out of whack again, recently. I'm not sleeping before nearly seven in the morning, get up late, and I don't do freaking anything because I haven't felt like it. I need to, though. Have to write this paper for the gallery, find out information on curators of various museums in the London area... fuck. And I have my other job as well. You know, the one that actually pays me to do nothing. *sigh* I just want to go to college. Is that too much to ask for? GAH.
Oblique Reference is eating at my brain. Not only do I have the main story arc to write, but I wrote one side story, and I'm planning on writing a series of AU offshoots which crosses over to other stories in our universe, using my friends' characters. Cael is smug. Cael's also been talking to some of V and C's characters and I swear to god, reading our conversations, not knowing us or what's going on, will make us seem completely fit for the loony bin. I mean, how else could you see people who talk as though their characters are actually living, breathing people with active personalities who "make you do things"? And the objects of our imagination talk. To us, to each other. And they have distinctive personalities. It would make me worried if I didn't find it all so damn amusing. At least I'm not the only one with this problem. V and C seem equally unable to control their characters as well, and neither does M, from what I've heard.
It doesn't help me that Cael is a flirty manwhore who wants to jump on anything on two legs. *sigh* And he's a mouthy, irreverent, bratty, remorseless and just... perfection. *sighs* He's like the brother I never wanted, but am proud to have. Although embarrassed. Because the thing about him hitting on everything? Wasn't a joke. And it's a bit disconcerting to hear the running commentary in my head.
... I hate getting emails from my dad. They're all so terribly formal and UGH. AGH. I FEEL LIKE TEARING MY HAIR OUT. But damn if I'm going to back down from this. I've made my mind up. I'm going to fucking Taylor's, I'm going to do the ADP and I will fucking go to Cornell if it's the last thing I fucking do. *glares at email* See how you like THAT response. Shit!
NB: The response was more logically thought out and calmly written. And as stiffly formal as his. Why is my family like this, WHY?
