mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fucking MP3 bastard pieces of shit, Dr. BB, and other things I feel strongly about Today is a good day. Nothing special is happening, but I was finished with work early and I did okay in my silly class (although I skipped my 9:30 class and we ended up having a quiz in there.. oops.)and it's a really pretty day and such. I am still coughing up my lungs, but I don't have a fever, and that is indeed a good thing. Shout outs are in order today. Once again, GBG gets herself a shout out because A. She gives me and my reviews a shout out AND mentions Guns N Roses all over the place. Her song of the day is Don't Cry, for fucks sake! That's my favoritist song! I also got a very bad ass review at Commented. Yay Commented! I rule. I've found out something important. If your suitemate is playing her music unbearably and rudely loud, turn on your MP3's, get out My Michele. Turn it up WAY loud, and then let it play. When it's over, you'll magically notice that your suitemate has turned her music not only down, but OFF! This has happened like three times. At first I felt weird about conducting this experiment, but since it works out for me, I don't feel so bad. Yay! My radio station is playing an interview with Russell Crowe right now. SUCH a pretty accent this guy has. I know I'm not all obsessed and everything anymore, but I still have to pledge my love in the company of others because I just feel like it's a good thing to do. Somebody at work mentioned The Insider, and someone asked if it was good, and I had to say, "Of course it's good, Russell Crowe is in it!" I am such a dork. So BB passed his french equivalancy, and now he can graduate. Him telling me this was very dramatic. Since I wasn't here when he wanted to tell me, he got all pooey and decided to tell me he didn't pass and he was sad and why wasn't I there for him? When I felt suitably crappy, he then told me he passed and now he can graduate. Ahhh, I just love boys. Now he's going to graduate school. Great.. 6 more years of school to look forward to. But then he'll be all smart and our kids will be all smart and I'm a dork and I'm shutting up now. I think it would be cool to have that title, though. "Dr. My Michele." Sounds good to me. I am having a fantabulous hair day today. OOOH! I am sooo pissed off about something. Apparently my school is getting pressured by record companies or something, so now we can't download MP3's! I've been downloading MP3's since I first moved in here two years ago. Damn bastards. They're threatening "disciplinary action" if they find that we're still downloading. I only have 214 files! I'm not finished yet, damnit! GRRRR. Have a nice day. Now is the time on Sprockets when we have the lyrics to My Michele: Your daddy works in porno Now that mommy's not around She used to love her heroin But now she's underground So you stay out late at night And you do your coke for free Drivin' your friends crazy With your life's insanity Well, well, well you just can't tell Well, well, well my Michelle Sowin' all your wild oats In another's luxuries Yesterday was Tuesday Maybe Thursday you can sleep But school starts much too early And this hotel wasn't free So party till your connection call Honey I'll return the key Chorus: Well, well, well you just can't tell Well, well, well my Michelle Well, well, well you never can tell Well, well, well my Michelle Everyone needs love You know that it's true Someday you'll find someone That'll fall in love with you But oh the time it takes When you're all alone Someday you'll find someone That you can call your own But till then ya better... Now you're clean And so discreet I won't say a word But most of all this song is true Case you haven't heard So c'mon and stop your cryin' 'Cause we both know money burns Honey don't stop tryin; An you'll get what you deserve 6:46 p.m. - April 09, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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