October 2nd, 2001

diner friends

This is what my lunch period is for...

Everclear Parodies.

So Much for the Cruise Control
By Anonymous

::intro of boys singing like angels::
This is a song about cruisin'
This is a song about my car with 2 doors
This is a song about the everyday occurences that make me feel like going slow
Yes I think we got a problem, so much for the cruise control.
so much for the cruise control.

This is a song about cruisin'
This is a song about the way my doors a jar.
This is a song about the scary thing you see when your friend falls out the side.
Don't you wonder why?
We never talk about the features.
Yeah we never talk about the arms rests on the door.
We never ask ourseleves the questions to the answers like where does this thingy go?.
Guess this song is almost over.
So much for the cruise control.
(x3)

nana nana nanana nanana nana nana nana nanana
I remember we could speed past anything
I remember when you used to wanna hang out ((of the car,)) but don't sing that along with the song)
I remember we could speed past anything
I remember when you used to want to hang out
I remember we could speed past anything
I remember when you used to want to hang out
I remember when you used to want to hang out
I remember we could speed past anything
I remember I remember I remember

Yeah, we never talk about the features.
Oh we never talk about how fast anymore.
We never ask ourselves the questions to the answers like how fast we go in snow
oh well oh well oh well
So much for the cruise control.
oh well oh well oh well
So much for the cruise control.
(x2)

Yes I guess we need the drama
So much for the cruise control
(x17) hahaha

I Will Buy You a Cat Toy
By: Anonymous

Here is the cat toy that I bought you
Yeah so you can have your thrills.
I will give you more when I get paid again.

I hate those kitties who love to tell you
Humans are the root of all that kills
They have never been loved
They have never had the joy of a catnip furball

Yeah
Oh I know you will never scratch
Yeah

You wake me up crying
Yes and you don't know why
You get up and you hafta go poop beside my babys room
Yeah, guess I hafta clean it away
You watch me scrub looking oh so sly
Can you believe I actually think I'm a maid to this feline?

I will buy you a cat toy that you'll want to chew
I will buy you a new ball perfect shiny and new
I will buy you that cat box way up in the livin room
I will buy you a cat toy.. yes I will

Yes I know all about that other cat
The handsome one with a lotta stripes
I know all about the time before
I don't want him, I love you more.

Others might make you think you're happy
Yeah maybe for a minute or two
But they can't scratch you right
Yeah they can't make you feel the way that i do.

I will buy you a cat toy that you'll want to chew
I will buy you a new ball perfect shiny and new
I will buy you that cat box way up in the livin room
I will buy you a cat toy.. yeah

I will buy you a cat toy.. yeah
ooh yeah,
ooo i could never get another cat
yeah, no oh,

Will you please let me sleep at night?
Will you please let me sleep at night?
Get off my pilloooow!

I will buy you a cat toy that you'll want to chew
I will buy you a new ball perfect shiny and new
I will buy you that cat box way up in the livin room
I will buy you a cat toy.. oh yeah

I will buy you a cat toy that you'll want to chew
I will buy you a new ball perfect shiny and new
I will buy you that cat box way up in the livin room
I will buy you a cat toy..

I will buy you a cat toy.. yeah
(x4)

You Make Me Feel Like I'm Four
By Art Alexakis, But I don't know how he sung it so I made my own lyrics :)

Take your word like it's written because I just can't read.
Yeah I like it when you play with me
It feels so good inside your club house
It's the place I need to be.
Yeah you know I need to climb it like a tree
There is this place inside, where all the big kids hang
Sometimes I feel like i'm four.

Hate the way I color 'round you
I'm so nervous and weird
Sometimes I feel i'm going outside the lines
You treat me like I still wear diapers
Like i'm going to pee
You make me hate what I see, when I try to read.

Yeah I dream of the day
When I learn how to make you play
Someday i'll beg
Someday, someday
Yes I live for the day
when we'll play with clay
You make me feel like I'm four.

Yes I dream of the time
When you'll give in and let me whine
Maybe then I'll feel five, yes five, yes five

There is this place inside, where all the big kids hang
you make me feel like I'm four
(x 6)
diner friends

Everclearevercleareverclear...

The shock of the fact that I'll be going to see Everclear TWICE in a row is suddenly sinking in.

Amy's going to do an article about the concert/s for the school paper. She promises that Lauren and I both get quotes. Plus she's going to bring her camera for absolutely sure this time. Good pictures. Good concert pictures! Ahhh! *freaks out*

Art! Love you! Craig! Love you! Greg! Love you and your innocent-little-guy-isms! *snuggles* Can'tbelievecan'tbelievecan'tbelieve I get to see them two nights in a row!

Uh oh...

What am I going to weeeeaaa-aaaaaar? I'm not cute like Amy is! *blind panic* One night... I could wear my Everclear t-shirt. Next night I could... um... 'The Lights are on But Nobody's Home' shirt? I wonder whether that glows in the dark. If it does, it might prove to be a bit strange.

Gah... *smacks head* When did I become such a girl?
  • Current Music
    'Brown Eyed Girl'- Everclear
squallxlaguna

Laguna and Squall lemon, page one...

Just because I'm such a fucking tease. (Can you tell, by the way, that I've discovered I have a slight grasp on the html for this damn thing. Italics , baby! I can do bold too...)

Dark Desires

Squall Leonhart had decided that he liked fantasy much better than reality. In fantasy, there didn’t have to be a nagging Quistis or a pestering Selphie. There didn’t have to be an annoying Zell or a frustrating Seifer. There didn’t have to be a Rinoa, bitching and whining her way through the days. In fantasy, he could have what he really wanted; he could know what he really wanted. He could make snap decisions for himself and trust his instincts. In fantasy, things went the way they were cosmically supposed to, not the way people thought they would or should.
In his fantasies, Squall would not have been getting married in four days.
It was stupid, really; he’d been able to admit this after months and months of thought. He didn’t want to be married. Oh, Rinoa was a nice enough girl. Undoubtedly, she would make someone very happy…someday, somewhere.
It just wouldn’t be him.
In despair, he leaned his head against the wall of the expansive training center. It seemed like everything he really wanted was just out of reach, and the things blocking his happiness were the obligations he’d made for himself… and the image he was supposed to uphold. People expected things of him. Rinoa. His friends. His father. For a moment, Squall’s eyes became glassy, lost in the thoughts of the moment.
Then he gave his head a sharp jerk to bring his thoughts into the present, carefully focusing on the door across the quad. Because behind that door laid his fantasies, his intimate secrets, his deepest desires. It was almost frightening. He felt confronted somehow, confronted with the parts of him that he desperately wanted kept clandestine and intimate. It was terrifying and shocking and somehow sexual, in a very Freudian way.
And on the other hand, it was just a door. He approached it the same way he did every week. That quiet, unassuming, ordinary door. He approached it and opened it. He stepped through it into a tiny, tiny room. He closed the door. Another one lay before him.
This door was special, however. Steel, strong, password-locked. Squall gazed at it, a faint smile playing across his face. This was the training simulator. This was where the higher-ups of Balamb could program battle situations to perfect their reactions, perform test-runs of new weaponry, and hone their already high skills. A sophisticated, holographic simulator, the TS could be programmed for nearly any occasion, for any battle. Provided you knew how.
Squall knew how. He had perfected his programming skills on battle simulation after battle simulation. Every situation imaginable, in thorough and meticulous detail. But, something had been missing. A simulator is highly fantastical, mired only by the tired thoughts of man and beast. It could be so much more, more that just a learning device, a tool, and instrument of limited power. A simulator was a way to play god, without altering the outside world.
A simulator was the best way to get what you could not have in real life.
Licking his lips in nervous habit, Squall approached the control panel beside the guarded door, hesitation and excitement apparent in his wild eyes. Before punching in his personal access code, he wiped his sweaty palms on the front of his faded jeans. His fingertips made a pleasant tapping noise on the keypad as he typed, and the slight aggression felt satisfying.
Tap, tap, tap.
He kept telling himself that he was prepared and that there was no reason to be nervous. No one would find out…it was secure. He was secure. This was the only way he could ever have what he really wanted and he would never pass up that chance. When the list of his personal programs appeared on the console screen, he quickly found the one he intended on perusing that day. It was the same one he’d picked the week before. And the week before that.
It was labeled: dream01.sim
It was an appropriate name.
He waited a moment, absently shifting his weight from foot to foot while he waited for the computer to process his request. Anticipation of what was to come had clouded his sense of time completely; it seemed to take hours for his program to load.
Yet, when it had loaded, everything seemed to speed up. His own actions became almost frantic his excitement was so great. The lock on the heavy door slid open with a solid ‘click’, and Squall pushed through the door with little hesitation. And stopped.
The door eased shut on its own, leaving Squall at the full mercy of his own program, his fantasies, and his desperate wishes. But all the man could see was darkness, his eyes having not adjusted to the dim light of the tiny room. He blinked once…twice…while waiting for the pupils of his eyes to dilate and accepting the meager offerings of light they were given.
  • Current Music
    'AM Radio'- Everclear (I like pop, I like soul...)
zoot

I decided...

It was time for a change, dammit.

So... Zoot has become Heero. A piece of fanart I did of Heero, which I had to edit so it wouldn't make it oddly dirty anymore. It is my Halloween icon, I guess... because the first thing I thought of while looking at it was the word 'boo'. Because I'm a friggin dorkass.

Oh... and if the whole training simulator thing confused you in the SxL thing... um... yeah, I just made it up. Think of it kinda like the holodecks on Star Trek.

And I've never played the damn game so I wouldn't know whether Balamb would have anything remotely like that or not. I was just... bullshitting my way through it, really.

Still love me? 9.9 <--- puppy dog eyes. No really... I swear that's what they are.
  • Current Music
    'Otis Redding'- Everclear