You know that episode of Vampire Diaries when Daemon takes Elena to the bar in Georgia, where he meets that chick who ends up being a witch? Daemon and the witch (I forgot her name . .) start making out and the witch tells Elena about the time they met in college, how he broke her heart after she confided in him her secret. Daemon needs something from the woman, and the woman doesn’t know how to help him. She’s still lusting after him even though she’s also terrified of him. So Daemon leaves somewhere and she calls up her friend to help kill him, since Daemon is just bad news for everybody. But the guy totally fails in killing him and Daemon gets pissed off and jams his hand through the woman’s chest and pulls out her heart.
It’s kind of like that.
Does this make any sense? Vampire Diaries needs new episodes :/
True or False? Coldplay covers are often better than Coldplay themselves.
*Note: You are not my friend if you said “False”
Don’t get me wrong, I like Coldplay. Well, sorta. Kinda. Maybe not.They stay in that middle ground of where I’ll listen to them if they’re on the radio only if all the other stations are playing Nickleback. They’re just a band that I don’t really hate, but don’t really like either. I think the lyrics are emotional, but they don’t translate well when preformed. It’s like. . . all the components of a great song being there, but everything sounds so dead when Chris Martin whines it out. Dead emotion? At least, that’s how I see Coldplay.
Violet Hill is the only song from Coldplay that I really like. It might be because it sounds nothing like their regular stuff. Pendulum does a kick ass job at covering that song. I wouldn’t say that it is better than the original, but it provides a good alternative. When the original isn’t angry enough, I’ll listen to Pendulum’s version of it, and vice versa for when I’m sad.
It’s like . . . two different versions of the song for two very different moods. The original, for when you feel like indulging in your misery, and the other for when you’re just bitter, upset, and confused. Maybe one leads into the other :B
It’s 2:17 am, and of course I am filling out job applications :B
If I am online, I am likely to be doing this.
So I was asked to provide 2 personal references from people who have known me for 5 years or longer and was not a relative. Guess what? Nobody really knows me from 5 years ago. All the people I talk to currently are those I’ve only known for around three years or less.
If you knew me back in 2005, we are probably not talking to each other now and you probably wouldn’t recognize me.
Is that sad? I don’t know. I have to finish my application later while I go harass the 3years&younger folks to help me lie B:
Mom: Why doesn’t she sleep at night?
God Reincarnation: It’s because she drags that computer around all the time!
She’s right, in a sense. I don’t sleep at night because I’m reading tons of crap on my Google Reader/Tumblr all the time and talking to friends who also don’t sleep at night. But I do get the recommended eight hours of rest between 4 am and noon.
She also says to quit being so hot-tempered. Can everyone sense that I’ve got a foul temper? :/ It isn’t that obvious, is it?
Outlook for the rest of the year: mediocre.
Thanks, God. I’ll take mediocre over terrible any day. Starting off on my mediocre year, I didn’t get hired. :B I was nowhere as close to being hired as I was on Monday as I am here on Thursday (I guess, Friday now) so it’s all good.
Speaking of higher beings, Legion was a terrible movie. The guy’s name was Jeep. You know I laughed through it and had a fantastic time nonetheless :B
Brando: So, the blisters on your feet thing. one-person zombie walkathon?
Nooo, actually, the blisters on my feet came from my stomping around in North Hollywood trying to get to an interview. But I’m walking around like I’m in preparation for a one-person zombie walkathon. Haha, and here I was actually thinking that my calves are already for another beating from the 30 day shred. Nope. I can barely stand.
The interview didn’t go too badly, but I think one of the interviewers was afraid because I lived so far away. . . . Hopefully, the fact that I showed a half hour early said something about my being punctual. I don’t mind the long commute. I will be there on time. Trains don’t get stuck in traffic jams. The trip to John’s house is even longer. I don’t think the rest of the interview went too poorly though. One of the interviewers was really nice and talked a lot, while the other couldn’t really grasp the distance from my house to the studio (IT ISN’T THAT BAD). I just wanted to shake him and say, “trust me. I know what I’m doing.” I’m here treating blisters on my feet. I don’t mind doing this if you let me have the job.
I really want this job :x Cross your fingers for me, ks?
