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Does anyone dream about being ... not the same gender they are? In the weird dreams that seem to plague us all?

(Edit: Or the same sex. It's ... complicated.)

Another day of unnecessary oddity: avoided.

Another hero - another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on!
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile still stays on!

ETA a few minutes later: .... well, that could have been worse. I held out a while. And I've been told my voice doesn't make people want to kill themselves.

I'm going to porn awards in like, a week. Yeah. This is my life now. Gonna have to go to another meeting before I go, wtf.

Kinda glad I haven't really been singing much. Though there's one kid in my history class that has it really bad - apparently he listens to lots of dubstep, so he's just been making sad robot noises.

I might just sing. There could be worse things, right?

When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell. When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell.

Now where's your picket fence love?
And where's that shiny car?
And did it ever get you far?
You never seem so tense love.
Never seen you fall so hard.
And do you know where you are?

Truth be told I miss you.
Truth be told I'm lying.

When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell

Ooh~. I love this~! I get to sing Girls Aloud songs and musical songs and nobody caaaaares.

Except Rei-chan. But Rei-chan is a grump sometimes. >:|

Revolution in the head don't count for nothin',
You gotta, you gotta move that ass!

My dreams have gotten stranger of late. My father sent my beloved on an impossible quest. His death would seal his fate, and my own. What's an elf-maiden to do, but go after him? My own hair became like a cloak to conceal me, and a sword is not my only weapon.


( cut for singing )

"My dreams were strange last night. The world was different. Older, full of magic and wonder. My skin was purple and I had very long ears.

I was trying to find my way. To be the person I was supposed to be. I wasn't a soldier, or a cleric. My skills were better suited to subterfuge and sneaking.

I dreamed I walked a path of no path. And then I dreamed of war.

There were demons that fell from the sky, and a great battle for our holy mountain. I fled but then I came back

I made friends, after. The first humans I ever met. One of them left to go home, because something was blighting the land. Some kind of plague, that raised bodies from the dead. But as she walked away, she sang this song."


"Untamed in darkness in Shadow fall
lost to shining light
Answering the Siren's call
What once was wrong made right

Under shining moon footsteps fall
The sky eternal night
Across great seas the homeland calls
The land is scarred in blight

Shoulders squared and standing tall
Blue sky as far as sight
Grey gulls cry out their call
For there are wrongs to make right."

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet;
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' fey
O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play!

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy
That's how they showed their honour and their pride;
They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another
And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died!

ooc: later - ... what does this even mean, this song?

I had one of the Dreams last night.

I was in a place called Kirkwall, drinking in a bar called the Hanged Man. You both were there. And we'd gotten to talking. You agreed to help me out with an issue, and just ... I don't know. You felt like friends.

Have you ever dreamt of a Rivaini pirate queen?

Anybody go to a Catholic church that isn't stuck in the past?

I could use a little mass and music.

Okay, anybody who comes over to my place? Don't touch the huge double-bladed saber thing that's sitting in a corner of my living room. That apparently I can lift.

Private to Thor: It's Lady Sif's fucking weapon. I may be panicking just a little. I feel stronger, and I can lift the saber. I know it isn't like, the end of the world, but it's scary.

Okay, seriously? Last night someone asked me if I was a Kardashian. I still don't know if that was a compliment or a diss.

So, hey. Last night sucked, and then I had dreams. Remember the dumpy husband from the beginning of my dreams? Caught him fucking my sister.

So I stabbed them both. And then got popped for it.

So I wake up sweating bullets and somehow righteously angry, only to find my black stage costume lying at the foot of my bed. Spangles and sequins and fringe going from my ass halfway down my thighs.

The dreams aren't fucking funny anymore. Though the costume is really hot.

I need a fucking drink. No, fuck it, I need to get drunk. I mean really drunk. Forget-shit-going-on-in-your-life, dance on tables, wake up with a lawn gnome in a house you've never seen, in apart of L.A. you've never been, kind of drunk.

This requires some of you to come with, so start lining up and we're going.

It's St. Patrick's Day, and while I'm not usually the 'let's go out and get hammered' sort, I'm all for going out and having some fun at least. I'm sure I can find some green. Any parties going on that I should be aware of?

It’s indecent, I believe, that a man... (Or any person for that matter!) would think it appropriate to make such forward advances on a woman they have only just met. I do not care if they believe they know me from what the tabloids have said. They can politely put it back in their pants and continue on their way until they’re ready to hold a civilized conversation with me.

I suppose I shouldn't have expected more from St. Patrick's Day, but at least I can vent my frustrations here.

A guy at the pub just told me he hates the Irish. Could've nearly dexked him and told him to get out.

Bright side is hard to tell who's got the singig curse and eho doesn't. Whole bar jist got in on a chorus of Whiskey In The jar.

Also winning the kissing contest. Need another pint. Sorry, Guiness is doing all my typing flor me. :)

Remember How Long We've Been Waiting
We've Been Praying For This Day
Until Tomorrow Is Upon Us
Will You Follow Me Today?
Look In Your Hearts And Find A Soldier
There's No Time To Be Afraid
Until Tomorrow Is Upon Us
Will You Follow Me Today?( Read more... )

Where did that come out of? Too much time with the French Revolution for a paper this weekend or what? I'm confused by all of this and that's after listening to Courfeyrac's renditions of stuff, which are actually decent, unlike mine. Sorry. I am sorry. I sound like a dying toad and might ACTUALLY be dying at this point. Is it normal for my EYES to be swollen here? I'm MAYBE getting a little freaked out about it but anyway, it's a good song? Something.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you were gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

Today is so not the day to be posting FRENCH lyrics, I know, I completely know, but I apparently retained weird shit from high school, mostly THIS little number and got the weirdest fucking urge to go ahead and share with you people once again. What can I say, my grandfather would be happy anyway.

Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira Ah!
les aristocrates à la lanterne!
Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira Ah!
les aristocrates on les pendra!
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♫ It’s so incredibly hard to love you
But I love you anyway
And every time I try too hard not to love you
I love you anyway

I don’t get it, I really don’t get it
I try to walk away but my feet won’t let me
I don’t get it, I just don’t get it
I try to walk away but my feet won’t let me ♫