I think I wrecked the CD rom drive on my parents computer. I'm screwed for life. >_< I don't even know HOW but for some reason it won't close and keeps making these weird sounds. Ugh, this sucks... To top it all off I think I'm getting strep throat, fab isn't it?
German has a word for everything, like ohrwurm. Translated literally as "earworm" in English, it's the word for songs that get stuck in your head and won't go away. What earworm of a song do you most dread burrowing into your head?
Wonderful Christmastime by Paul McCartney. I love the man but that song drives me up a wall! I mean seriously... The choir of children sing their song They practiced all year long Ding-dong, ding- dong......It took them a year to figure that out! XD
Today I was at the mall with my mom. I was looking around Hot Topic to see if they had any cool Nightmare Before Christmas stuff for my little bro. I accidently bumped into this girl who happened to be wearing the same Beatles t-shirt as me. Here's how this little conversation went...
Random Girl: *giggles* Yeah I like your shirt too. Are you a big fan?
Me: In a freakishly obsessive sort of way. *evil grin*
Random Girl: Me too! Oh by the way your hair looks just George Harrison's in 1967-1968!
Me: Really? *forgetting that I got my hair cut into some shorter shaggy style three weeks prior*
Random Girl: Can I touch it?
Me: Uh, er, go ahead I guess...
Random Girl: *reaches out and touches my hair* Oh I bet thats what his hair felt like! *SQUEE*
Me: Well, I'm glad I've satisfied your apparent 'George Harrison Hair Fetish' *winks* but I really need to continue on with my Christmas shopping. It was nice meeting you.
Random Girl: *giggles* (she giggled alot) It was nice meeting you too, good luck with your shopping!
Well that was odd. Really odd. Yet somehow I feel flattered. :)
Well it appears that the Vatican has finally forgiven John Lennon for his comment about the Beatles being bigger than Jesus. I opened up to my homepage and saw John's face on the news section so I clicked and laughed my butt off when I saw what it was about. I mean, seriously, he never said the Beatles were better than Jesus just bigger. I'm Catholic and sometimes I really don't understand the leaders of the Church.
On another note, my friend let me borrow "A Concert for George". I watched it with my bro and dad. Dhani looks so much like George. Surprisingly I didn't cry at all, even though I came close to tears during "I Need You." (my grandma's favorite Beatle is George and she loves that song, so a lot of feelings came up, she gets sad when she thinks about George and I get sad when she's sad...I'm rambling)
I had this bizarre dream last night. I dreamt that I was sitting on my bed and that a black cat was sitting on my chair. That cat's name was George. The cat could talk and he had George Harrison's voice. At first I was talking to him about school then this little conversation happened...
We had been playing for hours. Sweat dripped from my brow into my eyes and it stung. I pounded away relentlessly on the drums. The uppers were starting to wear off and it was break time. As we made our way off stage Rory nudged me and as I turned to see what he was on about, my body collided with somebody else.
"Oh, eh sorry, wasn't paying attention to where I was goin'." said a young man. He was a rock n' roller for sure. He wore tight leather pants and his hair was styled in the classic teddy boy way. I stared into his deep, dark eyes and was starting to feel a little odd. He was beautiful. His brow was strong and definite and his lips were a delicious shade of pink...
"Uh, do you want something?" The young man inquired. I blushed, realising how long I had been staring at him. He probably thought I was queer or something. I wasn't queer. A little voice in the back of my head reminded me of his pink lips. Damn.
"Oh, uh, no. By the way, I'm Ritchie." I noted he was a good two and a half inches taller than me. I hated being little.
"I'm George." He said holding out his hand. I grasped it with my clammy one and shook. I felt electricity shoot through my veins.
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