Your empty eyes seem to pass me by and leave me dancing with myself

above lyric from "Dancing With Myself" by Billy Idol.

Don't ask what the titular reference is to. Let's just say that rejection sorta sucks. Oh well, more fish in the sea.

Stuff's going good, oh friends in blogworld.

Here's a quick recap before I head off to class.

--My apartment is BEAUTIFUL! Thanks to my mom for coming over and shampooing my carpets for me. The place looks so nice and smells great.

--I'm adding 3 new posters to my wall, next to my Therion, Pink Floyd "The Wall", and Moulin Rouge posters. Two "Walk the Line" posters. One with Mr. Joaquin Phonenix and the other is the movie poster, only a smaller version of it. The other is a Zathura poster. It's great having a friend who works at a movie theatre, even if that friend has a girlfriend :(

Other than that, nothing new to really report. Things have been leaning in a very positive, very clear direction lately. Things are looking up.

Saw the strangest thing last night on my way home for work. Now, take in mind some background. It was 5:30 pm and it was dark. I pulled up behind a hearse. It's not unusual. I come upon hearses frequently. Anyway, here I am, at the light, in the dark, and I notice that inside the hearse, there is a casket and a full floral spray (the flower topper thing that goes on top of the casket). I'm like "Hmmmm...weird." I continue behind the hearse up Forder and notice that it pulls into a subdivision on Forder -- with the casket and the flowers. I thought about following but decided not to give into my morbid curiosity. And to top it off, when I pulled up behind the hearse, I had about a minute left of Tool's "Eulogy". Weird creepy weird weird weird.

brought me to a very interesting conclusion. I want a night funeral when I die. I think that would be neat. I also want to get married at night. I think that would be neat too.

@everyone -- if you would all be so kind as to send me your addresses or addresses of others that you may have so that I can begin sending out X-Mas cards. Please send to vulgardisplay1981@yahoo.com Very much appreciated.

I love you all.

Peace,
Andrea

Weep not for the memories

above lyric from "I Will Remember You" by Sarah McLachlan

Before I post this, I DID NOT copy off Steve. I thought this was cute when my friend Danimal (linked to the right) had this in his blog weeks ago. Just now got around to putting it up.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want--good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Okay, people, get to typing. I want more than 1 person to do this.

ANDREA

If you wanna find hell with me, I can show you what it's like

above lyric from "Mother" by Danzig

Hey, everyone. I have a HUGE secret about someone in the group? You've got to hear this, it's the juicest gossip of the century!!!!

Ready?

Hizzy doesn't give a shit what anyone says about her.

Yep, that's right, a new leaf has been turned over. I will no longer care what is uttered about me. Call me a bigmouth, call me a bitch, I don't care.

This all started a mere 10 minutes ago, when I logged onto the forum to see who, if anyone, had made a contribution to my totally awesome story on Mega Story Time. Alas, it was no one.

However, I found that I cannot keep my mouth shut and that I blabbed to everyone in the free world about allegations regarding someone's father. Well, if I remember correctly, I didn't. It's too sensitive of a subject. Someone needed a scapegoat, and who better than the person who can't keep her mouth shut about anything.

That's okay though. If I'm not getting blamed for blabbing something, then I'm getting guilt tripped for missing someone's birthday party because I had to go to a wedding and then having it rubbed in my face the next day (thanks, Erich, appreciate it man).

So just keep rubbing my face in the dirt a few more times. Eventually, I'm gonna snap. I'm not a violent person, so I'm not saying I'm gonna hit anyone, because I'd get killed. Just watch your step.