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I have a new favourite song! It's the opening and closing song for Junebug, a rather well done movie that no one knows about from last year, complete with very disturbing artwork and Ryan from The O.C.

I kid you not, listening to this song is an experience that just about matches the real deal. Oh, it's infectious. I can't stop listening to it! It makes me so happy. I want to fall in love right now. :)

Download it! For evaluation purposes only: Harmour Love by Syreeta.


Edit: I just realized that the guy who played George in Junebug also played Pollux Troy in Face/Off! No bloody way. I'm almost as surprised as I was to realize that Jane from last year's Pride & Prejudice looked so familiar because I had seen her as the female lead in Doom a few weeks ago! No wonder it took me so long to realize it. Jane was never covered in blood or costarring with aliens in P&P. Looked a lot different, she did.

Hmm, I finally discovered how to leave a blank comment. Or at least, one way to do it. There surely must be many more.

Simply type in a simple font tag like Bold but don't enter any text in it. So, it fulfills LJ's requirements for text, but since it's a tag with nothing in it, nothing will show up.

Yes. It took me this long.

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My brother and I got into a teensy tiny fight last Saturday night and I haven't spoken to him since as well as vice versa. I hate our parents for teaching us the silent treatment. How does one get out of this situation? sigh.

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Yawn (I yawned right after I typed that. That word has eerie powers). I'm off to find Nemo.

I can't understand Cameron-haters. I really can't.

I don't understand how they cannot understand, like, or at least appreciate Cameron. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's because my wiring is messed up so that everything (almost everything, there are some exceptions, but they are few) Cameron does, I completely understand, or think I do. It's simply makes sense to me.

Her morals, her ethics, her compassion. Her lack of a spine. Her neediness. Her desire to help people.

She's really quite something, and it makes me crazy that a good chunk of House fans hate her or think she's written inconsistently. Because you can't pigeonhole her, Cameron-haters won't accept her for who she is.

I would like to discover more of her background. What are her parents like? Did she have any childhood trauma? What events or incidents in her life before and during med school shaped in her into the person she is now? I hope House is good for a few more seasons so these questions will be answered.

( Spoilers for an amazing episode of House )

House is so good to us. The next episode is tomorrow! I cannot wait.

Oh, but what else is on? Iron Chef America with challenger Susur Lee! He's this Canadian dude who is really good. I only know of him because I watched this pretty boring show where he traveled to Japan with his two boys and wandered around the countryside. At the end of his trip, he created a signature dish which was to incorporate all of Japan, but also a little of Canada too.

Um, yeah. Oh, and Flames Game Seven tomorrow! Oh, my god. There're all going to be on at the same time! Gah.

I went all the way to T&T Market to try on the Chinese dress after work today.

*giggles*

As it turns out, I can't actually *fit* into the damn thing. Juuuust about can't.

See, this is where being a fat girl comes in handy. I tell you. I've been waiting for this moment. This moment where I know I haven't been throwing my life away with extra poundage.

There are some perks. ^_^


Edit: Okay, only mostly joking. While it is great that I don't have to be in the wedding party... well, I have to say, the dress looked *really* good on me. But, I'm sure that style would look good on anyone. ;)

Hmm.

Does listening to music in different languages make one seem like a pyschotic freak? My brother seems to think so.

Let's get freaky.

Naino? by ビアンコネロ
A lovely upbeat song. Japanese. Simple, yet awesome chorus.

Der Picknicker by Fanta4
Haha. German rap, baby.

La Belle et la Bad Boy by MC Solaar
Oooh. More rap. French this time!

Owaranai Sekai by The Gospellers
Japanese again. But with a twist! They're like Japanese Boyz II Men.

I start my new job tomorrow and I am so nervous!

My co-workers took me out to lunch at House of Thai today. There were about 13 of us. We overwhelmed that tiny restaurant in Chinatown.

When we got back, we had German chocolate cake (a couple of hours later) and they gave me a present. It was a spice rack! Something I sorely have needed. It was pretty funny. I unwrapped one corner and then stopped and said, "You know what I really need? A spice rack." Then I completely unwrapped it and was completely shocked! Haha.

I'm going to miss my co-workers a lot. :(

I should really talk about my fandoms more. It's boring just keeping it to myself. Here's a list of my fandoms, in an ordered list by importance.

Active (only by my definition) fandoms:
Calgary Flames [okay, not a real fandom, but we just won 5-2 tonight, so that's something]
House
The Prince of Tennis
Veronica Mars
Loveless
Scrubs
Fullmetal Alchemist

Retired fandoms:
Dark Angel
The Daily Show RPS
Harry Potter [this will shoot back up in level of importance when book 7 comes out]


I'm going to start writing about them. More than one or two snarky or squee-filled lines, hopefully. Starting... not now. (",)

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Do you think this is mean of me? By what little you know of me, do you think this is uncharacteristically shitty/immature? Let me know. I don't care what they think, but I am curious what you make of it.

Some stupid duck just shot the helmet off my Kipper with a puck.

Bastard.

My personal twist on the question meme:

Ask me a question you think I won't answer. Alternately, ask me a question about something you couldn't care less about.

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In other news, I am having so. much. fun. blocking userpics I don't like with adblock. The idea to do it never occurred to me until shippo mentioned it as his dirty little secret in The Question Club. Now I am gleeful in never having to see annoying or ugly users pics again!

I'm sponsored by ads now. The nine additional icons definitely make up for the minor annoyance.

Even if I didn't have Firefox's Adblock, I'd still do it.

Hallelujah.

I was offered.

I'm taking it.

Benefits! Whee!

All right, I need to share this stupid dream I had last night/this morning which caused me to oversleep, waking up thinking, "They didn't tell me, they didn't tell me", almost in tears. Stupid tears, though.

( I'm watching the Food Network much too much. )

I don't know how I'm going to survive with cable. It's too much. I'm getting an brainache.

These are the reasons I speak so quickly and consequently, unintelligibly:

1. I am afraid that if I do not speak quickly, my words will not be heard by unwilling ears. It is necessary to get out all my thoughts before those ears shut down because they do not care anymore.

2. I am afraid that if I speak slowly, I will forget what I am saying and end up pausing vocally. Those vocal pauses will cause me to forget my line of thought completely.

This is the reason why I cannot speak intelligibly:

I am used to communicating through the written word (e.g. IM) where one is allowed to make sure her response is perfect before returning it. There is no backspace button in real life. Constantly editing words and phrases online has made it almost impossible for me to speak a full sentence without doing the same.

I would also like to mention that unfortunately, well-read does not automatically translate to well-spoken.

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^ That's an annoyingly verbose way of saying that my interviews sucked because I suck at talking out loud.

I think Alberta has some of the best anti-smoking and anti-stupid commercials. Not that I'm biased or have much grounds for comparison or anything.

Watch this:

Miracle Drug: Crystal meth can make you feel like... you. Only a more confident, sexier, more powerful you.

When I first saw this commercial on TV, I thought it was for a car or something. I didn't catch that they were talking about Crystal Meth right away, as I missed the very first part.

Hilarity.

Meme from last seen on storyteller's LJ:

Reading this? Good. I want you to take whatever song is playing currently on your playlist and -send- it to me. I don't care what it is, just send it to ladylamented@gmail.com via yousendit. Then post the same meme in your journal and I will do the same in stroking your music-cock. This way we can all get sort of new music, and new music is always good!

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I have another interview tomorrow for a well file clerk position. My lucky stars socks did not appear to be so lucky when I wore them to Friday's interview, so I think I will wear something else.

I thought my pms was over by yesterday. If it wasn't, it would explain why I became so emotional when I sat down to try out all those choir books the church choir director and I bought together on Friday.

If it was, then I was crying as I played that very first song because I haven't played for real in a very long time and whenever I do, it reminds me of how I used to be.

When I touch those keys, I feel like I am a whole person. I feel like I have not lost my way.

But it's not just the piano, it's the music I was playing. I haven't played Christian music for an even greater time. The song in the first book I first played was entitled "Speechless".

"I am speechless, I'm astonished and amazed. I am silenced by Your wondrous grace. You have saved me, You have raised me from the grave."

I remember when I thought those words without scorn. I was happy then. That is how I used to be.

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The choir director is trying to rope me into playing for the choir again, at a church I have not attended since August of last year. After playing that first song and feeling like that, I am finding she will not have to try very hard.

I will not attend church, I will go after and practice with the choir. This will take some smooth evasive talking on the whys of my behaviour, but I am confident in my determination to recapture those happy feelings that come from music and community.

Am I giving up my hatred of God? No. That will always be there. It is not something I can forget, even if I wanted to. But I will feel happiness. I will not let the hatred I had resigned myself to come out on top.

I saw Thank You For Smoking today, which was pretty good.

Instead of beginning a rant on the subject of smoking, I'll just say this: If I were King, throwing butts onto the ground would be illegal.

This behavioural interview is going to kick my ass.

Unexpectedly, I have an interview on Friday for a position within a gas transportation company. I am underqualified for it, yet oddly enough, this makes me believe that I will actually get the job^*.

Why else would they call me?

Well, we'll see. If I get this job, then I will allow my brother to talk me into getting a mortgage with him and use up all my savings. Owning a house in Calgary - apparently that's the way to get ahead.

Real estate here is insane.

( House Spoilers )


^* That is, if I pass the behavioural interview, something I hadn't even heard of before. Talking to people in person is not my strong point.