Random Junk Cuz It’s Friday

Like Havi says cuz it’s Friday, AGAIN. 

I like Friday.  Even when it’s not the beginning of days I get off (because I’ve worked plenty of jobs where Friday Saturday and Sunday are the busiest.) I’ve always liked Friday.  Even though I don’t have the greatest memory, I can’t think of any really horrible days I’ve ever had on a Friday. 

I’ve had a really bad Thursday before, December 2, 1999 was probably the worst Thursday in existence for me, my parents, and some of my close friends.  I am even going to venture into saying it was the worst Thursday some of my not so close friends have had.  It was not a very nice thing to see, and plenty of people saw it.  That was the day I almost died.  On December 2, 2008 I’ll write a post about it in honor.  I was a new person after that, so I almost consider that a second birthday.  I’ve been talking myself into writing this post for a long time.  It almost feels like it happened to someone else.

Anyway… Back to the random junk I was gonna talk about. 

I’m a self-proclaimed metal head, and many people agree with me.  My favorite bands include Metallica, Korn, Avenged Sevenfold, Marilyn Manson, and Nine Inch Nails. 

There are a few bands/singers that are probably going to surprise you that I like, but I’m going to go ahead and drag them out of my skeleton closet. 

Britney Spears- I have much more respect for her now than I did ten years ago.  I can’t stop singing Womanizer in my head.  Plus, everyone has gotta admit, she’s effin HOTT.

Justin Timberlake- I hated him when he was in N’Sync, but I love him now.  I think he does great things vocally, and I think he’s hilarious onscreen.  He’s mildly attractive, nothing to drool over. 

The Backstreet Boys- (some of my friends just roll their eyes at this)  I’ve been in love with A.J. since well before I was old enough to think harder about the lyrics, and well before I was old enough to get my first tattoo.  I’ve thought some very naughty things about that man.  *swoon*

 

Tim is being naughty, as usual, and I am giggling madly about the pic with his post today.  I’ll post a little excerpt, but you have to promise to go read the whole post (if you haven’t already.)

“If you really want to be a conduit of change you have to step into the world of your adversary. Understand their beliefs and values and work within their framework. It may mean swallowing your pride and it won’t necessarily be pleasant, but if you seriously want to change the world, surely that’s a small price to pay?”

I’ve got plenty to say about that, but I lost most of it thinking about A.J.  Damn.  I’ll have to come back to it when my head is less clouded with naughtiness.  *swoon*

Silly Tombstones

Here you go WriterDad!!! =) Just a little teaser that I did trying to make words appear out of thin air.

RIP Mr. and Mrs. de Long
Loving parents taken by consumption

May your memories live on in all those that you employed, for alas, your children are dead. You gave them all the love and the hope to live long happy lives, but they were cut short. We hope that your last hours together were sweet, although cut short by your agony.

RIP Claudia de Fleur

young heiress so full of life

May the world see the beautiful flower that you were always.  Though they never found your body, your grave will push daisies.  Survived by her young son born out of wedlock, fostered in an institution

RIP Narrator
died bloodless in her own fervor

You tell us a story fair lady, who knew you were dead in the telling? Please don’t suck our blood dear lady, who will be left to pass on? Henri loved you dearly and only did it to perserve your otherworldly beauty for the world to see millenia later. Of course he should have seen your plot coming…

RIP Stratford de Long
died by the hand that slain his sister, fighting for her honor

Oh woe is us, dear Strat, beloved by all, only wishing to protect that which was most precious to you!
You shall be dearly missed by your sister, for she may never walk the path that you do, though you both died in the same manner. Miss Hattie may miss you the most of all, having loved you in a way that was not proper for the hired help, though raised along side you under the same roof.

RIP Henri Devasse
died because of his blood-filled fervor

You killed our dear narrator, shame on you! You had it coming when she slaughtered you. The world thought vampires were merely myth, and thought it even less likely that one could be killed… How long did you think love would outweigh hatred? How precariously she was balancing on that line!