Thursday, April 29, 2010
My Type - Baby Dollz w/ lyrics
Lyrics are typed by me, since there aren't any that I can find on the web at all. Some parts are missing, and I'm not sure if it's all totally right...but this is what it sounds like to me... :)
...Can you help me with this real fly guy
He just gets down with the seriousness of my type
His swag is peaking, its sky high
Hes fresh to death I hoping he don't fly high
Something bout his high tops
The notion makes my eyes pop
He says he makes my heart stop
Hes like a ticking time bomb
And I'm on cloud nine rocking in his arms tonight
He gets it any way he likes cuz he knows hes just my type
You've got a serious case, case of my type
You're just the type of boy, boy that I like
...
The way he looks at me
He wants a baby doll
And I'm a baby doll
I like his tats, his swag his clean
His game is tight, tighter than my Frankie jeans
I see him on every scene,
Brand new everything
I normally play hard to get but I would give him everything
Something bout his high tops
The notion makes my eyes pop
His dancing makes my heart stop
Hes like a ticking time bomb
And I'm on cloud nine rocking in his arms tonight
He gets it any way he likes cuz he knows hes just my type
[Chorus]
You've got a serious case, case of my type
You're just the type of boy, boy that I like
..
The way he looks at me
He wants a baby doll
And I'm a baby doll
Me and my girls are the baby dollz dollz
Him and his boys like the baby dollz dolzz
We in the party like the baby dollz dollz
We get it poppin' like the baby dollz dollz
[Chorus]
You've got a serious case, case of my type
You're just the type of boy, boy that I like
...
The way he looks at me
He wants a baby doll
And I'm a baby doll (repeat)
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Re: Cause I'm a Ninja
Re: Entry from April 11, 2010
So...It's weird that I'm "Re-ing" other entries huh? I think so too. But really, this is what I should be doing: following you up on past events. Unfortunately.
So. That Facebook drahhhma? You have no idea how much drama it is. Well...was..LOL
The WORST part of it though? Even after all that accidental "work", I don't even think N hates me! I know, right? You're probably thinking WTF. Like me...hopefully. Otherwise there might just be something wrong with you too...But really, what in the world do I have to do to get this person to not just seriously dislike me, but hate me. I feel like I've done everything, well the worst things anyway. Any thoughts? No? Well, I'm sure this isn't a common problem. But it would make life oh, so much easier.
But really, WTF! I've been the worst kind of person. If you (N) hate me, I'll hate you, and everything will then be wrapped up in a nice little package.
PS. I feel like a TOTAL wuss except wuss isn't the right word for it... I would be the worst evil mastermind ever. Get halfway through and then spill the beans about everything to someone walking down the street past my universal death laser and eventually have to go to an insane asylum (only cause the judge who ruled my case was jealous and wanted my plan for himself) (Wow. Perhaps a nice padded, white room with a cozy white jacket wouldn't be such a bad place right now...)
So...It's weird that I'm "Re-ing" other entries huh? I think so too. But really, this is what I should be doing: following you up on past events. Unfortunately.
So. That Facebook drahhhma? You have no idea how much drama it is. Well...was..LOL
The WORST part of it though? Even after all that accidental "work", I don't even think N hates me! I know, right? You're probably thinking WTF. Like me...hopefully. Otherwise there might just be something wrong with you too...But really, what in the world do I have to do to get this person to not just seriously dislike me, but hate me. I feel like I've done everything, well the worst things anyway. Any thoughts? No? Well, I'm sure this isn't a common problem. But it would make life oh, so much easier.
But really, WTF! I've been the worst kind of person. If you (N) hate me, I'll hate you, and everything will then be wrapped up in a nice little package.
PS. I feel like a TOTAL wuss except wuss isn't the right word for it... I would be the worst evil mastermind ever. Get halfway through and then spill the beans about everything to someone walking down the street past my universal death laser and eventually have to go to an insane asylum (only cause the judge who ruled my case was jealous and wanted my plan for himself) (Wow. Perhaps a nice padded, white room with a cozy white jacket wouldn't be such a bad place right now...)
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Re: WTF? (There's just this thing about ya)
Re: Entry from April 10, 2010
PLEASE. SOMEONE. ANYONE. Shoot me in the foot. Both feet, so I'll learn.
PLEASE. SOMEONE. ANYONE. Shoot me in the foot. Both feet, so I'll learn.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
My favourites from the Christian Louboutin Spring/Summer 2010 collection...
How can this not be your favourite?! It's definitely mine :)
Words of Wisdom
A few pieces of advice that you should hereby treasure:
1. Don't ever play with a player. They know all your tricks.
2. Don't screw over a b-tch either! They know just how to get you :)
3. Don't assume that I have feelings, because I don't.
4. (A sub-section of #3) Don't assume that I will feel guilty, because (if I hate you) I will definitely not.
But, most importantly, don't get involved with my crazy.
1. Don't ever play with a player. They know all your tricks.
2. Don't screw over a b-tch either! They know just how to get you :)
3. Don't assume that I have feelings, because I don't.
4. (A sub-section of #3) Don't assume that I will feel guilty, because (if I hate you) I will definitely not.
But, most importantly, don't get involved with my crazy.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Oh, what a glorious night...Part Deux
As we pull out of the Wal-mart parking lot and are turning onto the main road, the car starts to slow down...a LOT...to a crawl! So I says to Ashley "What's wrong...what's going on?!" She says the words that everyone dreads..."I think we ran out of gas"
So here we are...like 1/2 hr from the centre of the city...with no gas. She turns off the car, turns on the head lights and starts to think...Then she starts the car again. AND it works fine! I begin to have hope! Until...we reach the red light...and the car dies. For real this time. Thank the Lord we were on a small hill. So I tell her to put the car in neutral, and we get down to the side of the road aka an almost freeway, Terwillegar Dr/Anthony Henday.
So, here we are two stranded damsels in (mild) distress. Ashley calls her mom to bring us gas (since she didn't bring her AMA card with her...ACK!). Now, the waiting game begins. As everyone knows (or at least now you will), you should not stay in a vehicle that is parked on the side of the road. Luckily, Ashley had gone to Hawrelak park the day before (because of the amazing weather, of course), so she had a blanket! And...for some reason, a massive amount of scarves. So as the night got colder we watched the sunset...except not really because we were on the wrong side of the road for that...we got to see the beautiful view of the new complexes and houses being built complete with a giant barren field in the foreground!
Anyway, as we watched the lights of the condos flicker in the distance we start wondeirng if anyone would be a good Samaritan and actually stop for us. You know, just to see if we needed help. But no...no, why would we?! We're just two small girls, stranded on the side of a freeway...Of course you don't have to stop, good people! After about 1/2 hr a truck stops. The look of shock on our faces is...hard to break. An older gentleman (I say gentleman now because...of what comes after...) gets out of his truck and asks us if we need anything. We tell him no...no, but thank you so much! you've been the only one to stop! thank you! He soon drives off after realizing we really don't need anything.
A few minutes later: another truck stops (only trucks stopped for us!...odd) except this one seems...different. It backs up all the way so that it's about two feet in front of Maurice (Ashley's *female* car). So we see that there are about 4 people in this truck...and the driver is getting out. The reason I'm saying this is because I thought we were going to get killed. Really, I did. This big workboot steps out of the truck, followed by another one. A man comes around the corner; he looked like a construction worker or some such, and he was still wearing a reflective vest. Except...he didn't seem very "helpful". This is not to be sterotypical or anything, but just a description: he was "Middle Eastern", though I have a feeling the country exactly. So, this..."good samaritan" asks us is we need anything...We say the same thing as before "No, we're fine, but thanks for stopping, we only need gas, her mom is bringing it to us". Except with this guy...he doesn't stop there. He says "Oh, gas? I have some"
He goes to his truck, and gets a gerrican (sp?) of gas. As he is filling up the tank he starts to get even weirder. 1) Non stop eye-contact...in a very weird way. 2)He starts asking ...questions that get progressively stranger i.e Aren't you a little young to be driving (to Ashley); How old are you (first to Ashley then to me); What nationality are you (to me); What are you two doing tonight (to us....) - in response to this last one Ashley says, "Oh we're studying. We're in University you know" and he says "Oh (laugh) yeah right".
Just at that moment, Ashley's mom pulls up. THANK YOU JEBUS! This guy still won't go. Ashley's mom gets out of the car...he's still there. Her mom says "Oh thank you, but we're ok now" ...He's...still...there.
FINALLY he starts walking to the car, after Ashley gets it started. And we are safe in the comforting arms of Maurice. Ashley's mom follows behind us (while we use the borrowed gas) until we get to a gas station. While the creepers are still driving ahead of us.
So, that was our eventful evening. Hope you enjoyed. We almost sh*t a brick.
So here we are...like 1/2 hr from the centre of the city...with no gas. She turns off the car, turns on the head lights and starts to think...Then she starts the car again. AND it works fine! I begin to have hope! Until...we reach the red light...and the car dies. For real this time. Thank the Lord we were on a small hill. So I tell her to put the car in neutral, and we get down to the side of the road aka an almost freeway, Terwillegar Dr/Anthony Henday.
So, here we are two stranded damsels in (mild) distress. Ashley calls her mom to bring us gas (since she didn't bring her AMA card with her...ACK!). Now, the waiting game begins. As everyone knows (or at least now you will), you should not stay in a vehicle that is parked on the side of the road. Luckily, Ashley had gone to Hawrelak park the day before (because of the amazing weather, of course), so she had a blanket! And...for some reason, a massive amount of scarves. So as the night got colder we watched the sunset...except not really because we were on the wrong side of the road for that...we got to see the beautiful view of the new complexes and houses being built complete with a giant barren field in the foreground!
Anyway, as we watched the lights of the condos flicker in the distance we start wondeirng if anyone would be a good Samaritan and actually stop for us. You know, just to see if we needed help. But no...no, why would we?! We're just two small girls, stranded on the side of a freeway...Of course you don't have to stop, good people! After about 1/2 hr a truck stops. The look of shock on our faces is...hard to break. An older gentleman (I say gentleman now because...of what comes after...) gets out of his truck and asks us if we need anything. We tell him no...no, but thank you so much! you've been the only one to stop! thank you! He soon drives off after realizing we really don't need anything.
A few minutes later: another truck stops (only trucks stopped for us!...odd) except this one seems...different. It backs up all the way so that it's about two feet in front of Maurice (Ashley's *female* car). So we see that there are about 4 people in this truck...and the driver is getting out. The reason I'm saying this is because I thought we were going to get killed. Really, I did. This big workboot steps out of the truck, followed by another one. A man comes around the corner; he looked like a construction worker or some such, and he was still wearing a reflective vest. Except...he didn't seem very "helpful". This is not to be sterotypical or anything, but just a description: he was "Middle Eastern", though I have a feeling the country exactly. So, this..."good samaritan" asks us is we need anything...We say the same thing as before "No, we're fine, but thanks for stopping, we only need gas, her mom is bringing it to us". Except with this guy...he doesn't stop there. He says "Oh, gas? I have some"
He goes to his truck, and gets a gerrican (sp?) of gas. As he is filling up the tank he starts to get even weirder. 1) Non stop eye-contact...in a very weird way. 2)He starts asking ...questions that get progressively stranger i.e Aren't you a little young to be driving (to Ashley); How old are you (first to Ashley then to me); What nationality are you (to me); What are you two doing tonight (to us....) - in response to this last one Ashley says, "Oh we're studying. We're in University you know" and he says "Oh (laugh) yeah right".
Just at that moment, Ashley's mom pulls up. THANK YOU JEBUS! This guy still won't go. Ashley's mom gets out of the car...he's still there. Her mom says "Oh thank you, but we're ok now" ...He's...still...there.
FINALLY he starts walking to the car, after Ashley gets it started. And we are safe in the comforting arms of Maurice. Ashley's mom follows behind us (while we use the borrowed gas) until we get to a gas station. While the creepers are still driving ahead of us.
So, that was our eventful evening. Hope you enjoyed. We almost sh*t a brick.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Oh, what a glorious night...
Oh, Ashley.
Friday, April 16. It started off as any other day would. School, test, home. Call Ashley...we were going to have a day out looking for new swimsuits. Everything is going as normal: we drive to WEM and start perusing the shops. I find a swimsuit, but alas there was nothing that caught Ashley's eye. I suggested we go to Wal-Mart. You know, cause they have some SWEET OP suits. I added..."We should totally go to Taco del Mar", to satisfy our obsession that started with a certain Chipotle's in NYC.
The meal...excellent, as always. We drive into the Wal-Mart parking lot and there is a stop sign to the right. Ashley believes that it's not for us, but for another side of traffic...we yeild the intersection, since there's no one around, and continue at abt 10km/hr. This...road-rager comes careening down the other direction and tries to make a hard turn in front of us! We stop, he stops, he yells, he swears. We freak. We continue through the parking lot and see this guy following us on the other aisle of the lot. Ashley suggests "Do you wanna go to a another Wal-Mart". "Uh...YEAH!" I respond.
So, on our way to Terwillegar Drive because of the crazy rude scary man. Terwillegar is wayy south, and involves going ona few "freeways". Anyway, we finish our shopping at the Wal-Mart and are on the way back into the "city" and to Ashley's house...
TO BE CONTINUED!
FOR REAL!
Friday, April 16. It started off as any other day would. School, test, home. Call Ashley...we were going to have a day out looking for new swimsuits. Everything is going as normal: we drive to WEM and start perusing the shops. I find a swimsuit, but alas there was nothing that caught Ashley's eye. I suggested we go to Wal-Mart. You know, cause they have some SWEET OP suits. I added..."We should totally go to Taco del Mar", to satisfy our obsession that started with a certain Chipotle's in NYC.
The meal...excellent, as always. We drive into the Wal-Mart parking lot and there is a stop sign to the right. Ashley believes that it's not for us, but for another side of traffic...we yeild the intersection, since there's no one around, and continue at abt 10km/hr. This...road-rager comes careening down the other direction and tries to make a hard turn in front of us! We stop, he stops, he yells, he swears. We freak. We continue through the parking lot and see this guy following us on the other aisle of the lot. Ashley suggests "Do you wanna go to a another Wal-Mart". "Uh...YEAH!" I respond.
So, on our way to Terwillegar Drive because of the crazy rude scary man. Terwillegar is wayy south, and involves going ona few "freeways". Anyway, we finish our shopping at the Wal-Mart and are on the way back into the "city" and to Ashley's house...
TO BE CONTINUED!
FOR REAL!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
One of the many reasons I love OK Go
I've been waiting for months, waiting for years, waiting for you to change.
Aw, but there ain't much that's dumber, there ain't much that's dumber
than pinning your hopes on a change in another.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good's that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another.
So I been sitting around, wasting my time,
wondering what you been doing.
Aw, and it ain't real forgiving, it ain't real forgiving
sitting here picturing someone else living.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good's that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another.
I've been hoping for months, hoping for years, hoping I might forget.
Aw, but it don't get much dumber, it don't get much dumber
than trying to forget a girl when you love her.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good's that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another
When? When? Why not now? Why not me? Why not me?
Aw, but there ain't much that's dumber, there ain't much that's dumber
than pinning your hopes on a change in another.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good's that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another.
So I been sitting around, wasting my time,
wondering what you been doing.
Aw, and it ain't real forgiving, it ain't real forgiving
sitting here picturing someone else living.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good's that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another.
I've been hoping for months, hoping for years, hoping I might forget.
Aw, but it don't get much dumber, it don't get much dumber
than trying to forget a girl when you love her.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good's that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another
When? When? Why not now? Why not me? Why not me?
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