Lyric Problems

Right, You're A Clever Bunch Of People.

What does This Mean?

~*Tranquilize by the killers, featuring Lou Reed*~

Time it tells living in my home town,

Wedding bells they begin easy

Live it down, baby don't talk that much,

Baby knows, but baby don't tease me.

In the park we could go walking,

Drown in the dark or we could go sailing

On the sea

Always here, always on time

Close call, was it love or was it just easy

Money talks when people need shoes and socks,

Steady boys, I'm thinking she needs me

I was just sipping on something sweet

I don't need political process

I got this feeling that they're gonna break down the door

I got this feeling they they're gonna come back for more

See I was thinking that I lost my mind

But it's been getting to me all this time

And it don't stop dragging me down

Silently reflection turns my world to stone

Patiently correction leaves us all alone

And sometimes I'm a travel man

But tonight this engine's failing

I still hear the children playing

Kick the can, kick the can, skip and blackjack

Steal a car and ring a round-rosey,

Rock and roll, candyland, boogeyman,

Run away and give me your sneakers

Acid rain, when Abel looked up at Cain

We began the weeping and wailing

A hurried high from pestilence, pills and pride,

It's a shame, we could of gone sailing

But heaven knows,Heaven knows everything

Tranquilize

I got this feeling that they're gonna break down the door

I got this feeling they they're gonna come back for more

See I was thinking that I lost my mind

But it's been getting to me all this time

And it don't stop dragging me down

Silently reflection turns my world to stone

Patiently correction leaves us all alone

And sometimes I'm travel man

But tonight this engine's failing

I still hear the children playing

Dead beat dancers come to us and stay

Cause i don't care where you've been

And I don't care what you've seen

We're the ones who still believe

And we're looking for a page

In that lifeless book of hope

Where a dream might help you cope

With the Bushes and the bombs

Are Tranquilized

Answers On A Post Card Please

x

Happiness!

~*He's coming home today.*~

That's all I want to say.

~*I'm so exited i could pop!*~

Cheerios

In a bid to be an Eco-warrior (If i was an Eco-warrior i would definitely have braids in my hair and wear my pants on the outside) I have brought a big shopper bag. I'm being constantly told about how plastic bags are ruining the world (just STOP making carrier bags and people won't use them, simple as) so i popped to my local shops and purchased a very pretty BIG bag.

then I had to go to somerfield to buy some grubgrub. This is where the point of this story actually begins.

Everything fitted rather splendidly into the bag, apart from a box of cheerios. now the point of the exercise was to not use shopping bags, so i just carried the box. new (and by now rather heavy) bag slung over my shoulder and a box of cheerios in he right arm. I think this looks perfectly normal. others seem to think it's odd. By the looks i was getting, you'd think i was leaving a trail of the god damn things whilst singing the final countdown at the top of my voice!

so what, never seen a 20 year old walk down the street eating cheerios straight out of the box before? (oh yeah, i forgot to state the eating part...oh well)

In other so called news, McBride has left for Scotland. At this very moment he is in a room full of people beating himself up in the name of drama! He's all exited because he has a cast for his Play in July. It's all go in McBride land!

Also, This needs to be said just in case i lash out at anyone. I haven't had any chocolate since Friday lunchtime. I decided to see if i could go the week McBride's not here without hugs, kisses or chocolate. So far, it's going well, only one major craving that was forgotten when family guy came on the TV. But I'm slightly worried that my hormone levels will drop and I'll be a limp and lifeless blob. With no endorphins in me, i may just start walking into stuff.

Of Course, Any Bumps and bruised will be reported.

And I wore criss cross tights out on Tuesday and sat in the sun for about an hour. now i have a very embarrassing criss cross tan on my legs! Woop de bloody doo!

Snow In April

I Love Snow! I Love the way it makes my fingers so cold that someone has to kiss them to warm them up. I Love the fact I've made my first EVER snowman I Love the way everything is clean and fresh, It's like the world is all brand new with a sheet over it protecting it. I Love the childish smiles on fully grown adults faces as they clutch each others hands tight and tip toe across roads. I Love the fact my nose is the same colour as my lips, a reddish blue.

I Love trying to catch a single snowflake on the back of my hand and watching it as it melts.

I Love the extra weight on my eyelashes that makes me blink faster and more often.

I Love Snow

Dumb

I've just spent a tenner in GAP and in return got a pair of jeans, a dress and two tops! not bad wouldn't you agree? makes the situation im in a little easier to deal with.

The situation bein i have very little voice left in me. (i can hear Steffi rejoicing in the kitchen as we speak.) Over the past couple of days i have felt as my poor little vocal chords has curled up in a little ball and gone "nope, we're not playing anymore, night night."

Obviously, through working in a busy shop, This becomes quite a struggle. People can't hear me basically and holding up a piece of paper over my head with big letters saying NEXT PLEASE! is just rude.

SO what to do, what to do?

*I could phone in sick i suppose, but that leaves the shop in a predicament. Lack of staff and wotnot.

*I could deal with it and try and talk normally. This is a bad plan, vocal chords giving up is a sign that less talking should take place.

*I could learn sign language and communicate that way. Then again most people in portsmouth can only just speak English,

so I'm desperately searching the web for someone to be my voice. It could be like dubbing, I'll stand there mouthing the workds and someone (preferably smaller than me) can stand behind and speak for me. It's fool proof!

Ok maybe not.

I miss the nasal tones my voice creates. (Steffi stop laughing at me!)

Earache Brings End To Weekend happiness

I've come to two conclusions today.

1: i hate pain, especially when the pain is a throbbing sensation in my right ear accompanied by the inablility to open my mouth.

2: I hate the wind. this crates an even painful throb when it reaches my ear and it seems that no matter what direction i face, it travels directly into my ear.

I'm high on nurofen (or however it's spelt) and i'm trying to chill out and forget it. the list consists of this.

• Camomile tea
• small hot water bottle on ear
• relaxing music provided my Seguir Ros
• The odd kiss on the nose and tight squeeze from Mr McBride.

This i have decided has no affect on the pain but does make me feel a little better with myself.

We went to a wedding on Saturday. Now i must admit, Both MrCbride and I are incredibly scruffy individuals and Saturday was a slight shock. I didn't know we could both scrub up to well.

McBride was one of many best men and looked very 'dapper' as Steffi informed me. I had to sew myself into my dress but apart from that, i felt rather glamourous.

Saturday was a fantastic opportunity to do on of my favourite past times: People watching.

Looking around the reception i noticed how happy everyone was. Everyone looked amazing and they were all there for a good time. You have to realise that the only time i really get to see all these people is sat in a circle on a thursday night talking about the theatre. so it was great to see people dancing, singing and generally have a great time.

Weddings are strange things though as they make emotions surface. Everone in a couple that day were very huggy and squeezy. Mr McBride hardle let go of my hand all day and hugged me quite frequently. Other couples were the same. It's amazing to see how one couple's declaration creates an atmosphere that others can't help but follow.

I only hope that the years that follow are as happy as the years prior. If not, i hope they're even better. It was a beautiful day, with beautiful people who just wanted to have a good time.

And Blimey do we know how to party!

Five Year Old Comes To Stay

Tonight, I'm having a night in. i usually spend these nights having a long soak, wearing a bright green gunk on my face, eating ice cream and vegging out on the sofa. Tonight however, brings a visitor, of the niece kind. (ok, so she's not actually my niece but my cousins littl'in.) The bouncy little bundle arrived just as my folks were leaving for an evening out (coincidence?) Last night i attending a hen party and drunk quite a lot of alcohol. I have no singns of a hang over but i am incredibly tired. But Five Year old has a weapon. she has her words. "Charley...I love you, thats why i like staying up late!" At this present moment, Five Year Old is running around the house armed with my camera taking pictures of everything in sight because 'she wants to be a photolady!' She should really be in bed, or at least sleepy, but The fact we've watched movies, eating cake and played with make up, ahs made her some what 'giddy'. So she's flashing away (strightly digital terms.) and showing me every one she takes as she takes it, Commenting on them with lines such as 'the light is pretty' 'i like the carpet in this one' and my personal favourite 'it's basically just a basic book'

Please Note the artistic skill! Now i will have to hide the camera, run a bath and wrestle her into the bubbles. where she will stay for all of about 4 minutes before asking to get out and snuggle on the sofa. there she will fall asleep on my until i decide my arm is too numb and carry her to bed. Saturday nights are fun aren't they?