Current mood: animated
Instead of holding you, I was holding out
I should've let you in, but I let you down
You were the first to give, I was the first to ask
Now I'm in second place, to get a second chance.
~ "Second Chance" by Faber Drive
i'm too sleep-deprived to know that i should've let this go
i'm such a child alone and running wild
i guess there's no one left to blame
but i'm left here all the same
i'm not the same
~ "Burned" by No Second Troy
The band, Downtown Singapore, have a cover of Cyndi Lauper's 'Time After Time'. It is actually a really good update. Plus, the lead singer has that 'whiny boy-band voice' that I love so much. Think Simple Plan and Good Charlotte combined. I know that both of those bands would be revolted to know that I consider them 'boy bands'. But, they are boys, and they are bands – reality must be faced sooner or later.
Last night, I had a disagreement with 'Kickboxer'. And, well, he pissed me off. I do not enjoy being accused of lying or playing mind games – especially when I have done neither. More importantly – I AM NOT CREATING DRAMA WHEN I TELL YOU THE TRUTH – EVEN IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO HEAR IT!
As I was saying, no games being played – no lies being told – but then the inevitable "you don't know how to show emotion and you are an ice queen" discussion came into play. Granted, those exact words were not used; but the gist is the same. [ I don't know how to care about people because I do not show emotion and I am cold as ice. Blah Blah Blah ]
We* have news for you – all of you reading, actually – that we are neither cold nor heartless. We are not an Ice Queen. We are reserved. And here is where the confusion comes in. . . because generally we are accused of being unemotional, closed-off AND of being over dramatic. Guess what? We cannot be both! So, name callers, you have to choose one or the other. They are mutually exclusive categories!
*the previous paragraph used the "royal we" in reference to being called an "ice queen".
On a more complimentary note – I was told yesterday that I had a 'nice' phone voice. The word 'nice' is a substitution for the word that was used, as I blush rather easily. It makes me want to start my own 1-900 number – but one where I just read the newspaper aloud each day. People can pay to call in and listen to my 'nice' voice while listening to the daily news as well. Seems like a win-win for everyone.
It has been a productive week thus far. Now if I could just get that bookcase built. UGH!
PERSONAL NOTE: I am looking forward to our dinner excursion. "We'll see. . ." how it goes!