KELLAND'S FAVORITE SONGS OF ALL-TIME, TAKE ONE:
1. "Your Blue Room" by U2
2. "Concrete" by Michael Hutchence
3. "Asleep" by The Smiths
4. "Wonderwall" by Oasis
5. "1979" by Smashing Pumpkins
6. "Walk on the Wild Side" by Lou Reed
7. "Fields of Gold" by Sting
8. "Everybody Hurts" by R.E.M.
9. "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" by Elton John
10. "Walking in My Shoes" by Depeche Mode
11. "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley
12. "The Last Day of Summer" by The Cure
13. "How to Disappear Completely" by Radiohead
14. "Burger Queen" by Placebo
15. "Have You Forgotten?" by Red House Painters
16. "Come Undone" by Duran Duran
17. "Nobody's Fault (But My Own)" by Beck
18. "Sweet Jane" by Cowboy Junkies
19. "Atmosphere" by Joy Division
20. "Amsterdam" by Coldplay
Numbers 11 and 18 are covers, but still I adore them to pieces. HONORABLE MENTIONS: "NYC" by Interpol, "2:45 A.M" by Elliott Smith, and "Stranger" by Booth and the Bad Angel. If I have shared any of the following songs with you, then feel special because I adore them all. If I haven't, I suggest you look them up and download them. All of them. The above music is meant to be listened to at extremely loud volumes in dark rooms with absolutely no distraction whatsoever.
Wal*mart yet again has an article of clothing calling my name. Mustn't... give... in... to... spending... money. Resist... temptation... of... fashionable... green... sweater.
Raise your hand if you were on television Wednesday night. *Raises hand.* That's right, bitches. I be famous.
Seth, Sara, Jessica, Tegan and I partook in yet another televised quiz team competition. (This is just further affirmation that my friends and I are complete and utter nerds to the fullest extent.) The competition aired on WBCO Mansfield. I know there must be some Ohioans on here who know what station I speak of. Anyway. We lost 9-12, but we had a fuckload of fun. The only problem was that I managed to make an ass out of myself on television. You see, mis amigos y yo were sitting at our assigned team table, buzzers in hand, while the host read us questions and we attempted to out-answer the other team. But the table had a cloth draped over it, and I had my legs crossed as I almost always do. Well, apparently my gigantic Chucked-foot was sticking out from under the cloth and everyone could see as I shook my foot violently from side to side. Eventually the camera man got my attention and told me to uncross my legs and put my feet under the table so they would be hidden. He was not very happy. Niiiiiiiiiiice. 
Afterwards, we all headed to Arby's and acted like the vulgar delinquents that we are. I ended up getting not one but two orders of fries. I originally ordered curly fries, but they gave me straight. When I complained, they gave me curly ones for free! So I had both curly and straight, which was lovely indeed. Pictures from quiz team evening will be posted at a later time and juncture.
PommyJeff is the most adorable fucking thing on Earth. I am his essay-writing muse and he is my late night webcam entertainer. I think we make fast friends.
Open up my eager eyes. 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside.
You know those folders -- the kind that you use in a three-ring binder to contain papers for school and such -- that have the tacky illustrations of majestic-looking horses and birds and various other admirable, inspiring animals? Those have always bothered me.
For the rest of my days, call me obvious and call me stupid. Dub me every word that comes to mind, and don't forget to place your heavy judgment upon my door. I don't want to avoid its looming presence, and I absolutely cannot ignore its prodding and it's poking against my already weakened body. I want to understand with clarity every single word you breathe so that it can register correctly. What was that last sentence? And what exactly does that entail? Because if, for the rest of my days, you baptize me whatever and whenever you please, I want to wear the label proudly. I want to change my persona and appearance to fulfill that title's provision. I am smiling through the rain and making jokes at your expense so that I can be as despicable as you say. So let us spit shine our glasses and raise them in a toast sprinkled with insincerity; a salute to the characters weve become and the virtue weve discarded along the way.
1. "Your Blue Room" by U2
2. "Concrete" by Michael Hutchence
3. "Asleep" by The Smiths
4. "Wonderwall" by Oasis
5. "1979" by Smashing Pumpkins
6. "Walk on the Wild Side" by Lou Reed
7. "Fields of Gold" by Sting
8. "Everybody Hurts" by R.E.M.
9. "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" by Elton John
10. "Walking in My Shoes" by Depeche Mode
11. "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley
12. "The Last Day of Summer" by The Cure
13. "How to Disappear Completely" by Radiohead
14. "Burger Queen" by Placebo
15. "Have You Forgotten?" by Red House Painters
16. "Come Undone" by Duran Duran
17. "Nobody's Fault (But My Own)" by Beck
18. "Sweet Jane" by Cowboy Junkies
19. "Atmosphere" by Joy Division
20. "Amsterdam" by Coldplay
Numbers 11 and 18 are covers, but still I adore them to pieces. HONORABLE MENTIONS: "NYC" by Interpol, "2:45 A.M" by Elliott Smith, and "Stranger" by Booth and the Bad Angel. If I have shared any of the following songs with you, then feel special because I adore them all. If I haven't, I suggest you look them up and download them. All of them. The above music is meant to be listened to at extremely loud volumes in dark rooms with absolutely no distraction whatsoever.
Wal*mart yet again has an article of clothing calling my name. Mustn't... give... in... to... spending... money. Resist... temptation... of... fashionable... green... sweater.
Raise your hand if you were on television Wednesday night. *Raises hand.* That's right, bitches. I be famous.
Seth, Sara, Jessica, Tegan and I partook in yet another televised quiz team competition. (This is just further affirmation that my friends and I are complete and utter nerds to the fullest extent.) The competition aired on WBCO Mansfield. I know there must be some Ohioans on here who know what station I speak of. Anyway. We lost 9-12, but we had a fuckload of fun. The only problem was that I managed to make an ass out of myself on television. You see, mis amigos y yo were sitting at our assigned team table, buzzers in hand, while the host read us questions and we attempted to out-answer the other team. But the table had a cloth draped over it, and I had my legs crossed as I almost always do. Well, apparently my gigantic Chucked-foot was sticking out from under the cloth and everyone could see as I shook my foot violently from side to side. Eventually the camera man got my attention and told me to uncross my legs and put my feet under the table so they would be hidden. He was not very happy. Niiiiiiiiiiice. Afterwards, we all headed to Arby's and acted like the vulgar delinquents that we are. I ended up getting not one but two orders of fries. I originally ordered curly fries, but they gave me straight. When I complained, they gave me curly ones for free! So I had both curly and straight, which was lovely indeed. Pictures from quiz team evening will be posted at a later time and juncture.
PommyJeff is the most adorable fucking thing on Earth. I am his essay-writing muse and he is my late night webcam entertainer. I think we make fast friends.
Open up my eager eyes. 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside.
You know those folders -- the kind that you use in a three-ring binder to contain papers for school and such -- that have the tacky illustrations of majestic-looking horses and birds and various other admirable, inspiring animals? Those have always bothered me.
For the rest of my days, call me obvious and call me stupid. Dub me every word that comes to mind, and don't forget to place your heavy judgment upon my door. I don't want to avoid its looming presence, and I absolutely cannot ignore its prodding and it's poking against my already weakened body. I want to understand with clarity every single word you breathe so that it can register correctly. What was that last sentence? And what exactly does that entail? Because if, for the rest of my days, you baptize me whatever and whenever you please, I want to wear the label proudly. I want to change my persona and appearance to fulfill that title's provision. I am smiling through the rain and making jokes at your expense so that I can be as despicable as you say. So let us spit shine our glasses and raise them in a toast sprinkled with insincerity; a salute to the characters weve become and the virtue weve discarded along the way.
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Glad you liked the CDs ... doesn't real mail rule?!
P.S. You were on TV?! *is jealous* lol. I want my 15 seconds dammit!
[Edited on Jan 30, 2005 8:51PM]