What About Now?

Okay...well, this is very awkward. The formatting's gone beserk. Let's hope these lyrics will stay standing strong.

What About Now - Chris Daughtry (Daughtry) (Thanks lyricsmania.com)

Shadows fill an empty heart

As love is fading,

From all the things that we are

But are not saying.

Can we see beyond the scars

And make it to the dawn?

Change the colors of the sky.

And open up to

The ways you made me feel alive,

The ways I loved you.

For all the things that never died,

To make it through the night,

Love will find you.

What about now?

What about today?

What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

What if our love never went away?

What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

Baby, before it's too late,

What about now?

The sun is breaking in your eyes

To start a new day.

This broken heart can still survive

With a touch of your grace.

Shadows fade into the light.

I am by your side,

Where love will find you.

What about now?

What about today?

What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

What if our love, it never went away?

What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

Baby, before it's too late,

What about now?

Now that we're here,

Now that we've come this far,

Just hold on.

There is nothing to fear,

For I am right beside you.

For all my life, I am yours.

What about now?

What about today?

What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

What if our love never went away?

What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

Baby, before it's too late,

Baby, before it's too late,

Baby, before it's too late,

What about now?

Okay! Never trust htmls...what? What did you say? I didn't say anything. Right. Yeah. Alright. Okay.

Anyways! I have a multidude...er...multitude of topics to discuss with you today!

First off,

Baby, before it's *burp* too late

Have you ever thoughten (my new word) what happens when singers are singing onstage to the whole world and then they need to burp?
How embarrassing! I was singing earlier, although I sing horribly. That is why my door is always closed. But I am sure my screechy cat stuck in a lawn mower...well, maybe it's not bad. I am being honest! Whatever. My booming voice could be heard anyways. When suddenly, I needed to burp real bad. Oh, goodness! I kept on singing, though, because I am a survivor. Just like Reba! I haven't heard from her in a long time. Hopefully, she is still surviving. That would be wildly funny if, in American Idol, perhaps, a contestant just burped. Oh, the anguish! But let's not delve into saddening topics such as this. Let us go on to my next idea.

Saying Thank You, Ma'am. Oh dear, you're a guy? Well, for goodness sakes, cut your hair!

Yes, saying thank you. But not exactly like that up there ^. I have had trouble saying thank you, preferring to nod. I don't exactly know why I don't like saying thank you. Maybe because so little people have shown any appreciation to me, I don't feel the need to show any appreciation to them. But now I have blossomed and am starting to say thank you a lot more. Like, thank you for the water. Or, thank you for buying me candy. Or, thank you for getting Beethoven the Bear out of the toilet. It really feels good, well, not really. When I say thank you, I don't feel as inferior as I used to. But thank you is apparently supposed to be good manners. So today, I challenge you to say thank you to somebody. Whether it be for them sharing their umbrella with you or the simple things like taking a teddy bear out of the toilet. We all can do wonders in this world if we just stay true to...you thought I was going to say 'ourselves' didn't you! Well, no! I am not even truthful with myself sometimes. But back to topic, if we just stay true to others and maybe, just maybe you will be recognized for something that you did. I haven't yet, but my time will come. Hopefully on May, 15.

Forks, Washington. Home of Edward Cullen and Peter Smith, although you haven't ever heard of him.

Ever since Stephenie Meyer put Forks as her setting for Twilight, I am sure there are hyped up teenagers, lining up to go to Forks, hoping to get their own vampire. Preferably Edward Cullen and not Peter Smith, the bagger at FoodsRUs. If there was ever a line graph on the population of Forks, Washington, I am sure that that population has doubled. I, myself, would hate to live there. I have looked it up on google pictures, and the forests are extremely creepy. I would hate to be stuck there with a vampire. Whoever would find my body? Quick Fact, Stephenie Meyer wanted to call Twilight, Forks. Yes, I know. It's a good thing she didn't. And one of the characters (maybe Jasper or someone...I forget) she wanted to name Donald. Donald is hardly a dashing vampire name, it keeps reminding me of Donald the Duck. As we are now in the topic of Twilight, do you know Kanye West has around 450 shoes?

Keep Your Blog Short

Well, I certainly haven't done that, now have I? My scroll bar is so tiny, my cursor cannot even click on it. I read on authorblog that when the the blogger of that blog, david mcsomething, was interviewing some other blogger named Pappy something, this is somewhat what Pappy said -

Keep your blog short.

Oops. I suppose I haven't exactly done that, now have I?
Oh well! I cannot keep all my ideas as separated, I shall certainly for sure blow up! Just one idea every day? The likes of it! I have too many ideas for half an eternity, there is no way and there is not a possible way I could ever keep my blog short. So if you really are out there, reading this, I am truly sorry for all this informtion I have packed on you! I have half a mind to change this blog name to Expressive Views, which I will not because V Blase sounds much more sophisticated. Anyways, if all the blogs were short and my blog was the longest, my blog would be unique. Ah, well. Uniqueness comes with a price, and I'm afraid you have to put up with all of my random rantings. If I were you, I would have taken one look at this blog and then ditched it because it was so d*mn (=O) long. But I do not recommend that. Please don't leave, or I will be talking to myself yet again, and that is a river I would much like to avoid.

My Water is Not Exactly Clean

Now on to more lighthearted topics, yes, I do believe my water is not exactly clean. I remember once in school that my teacher said the water that comes from, wherever does my water come from? Well, wherever it comes from, it goes underground and passes through Sandstone! Or was it limestone? One of those!
So every time you are brushing your teeth, taking a bath, or washing that unending pile of dishes, you remember the water you are using has touched sand/lime stone and other things that may have wormed its way through the stone.

Edward Cullen or Harry Potter? The winner revealed...

I am extremely disappointed in you, friend. Only one person had voted. So the winner is now to be revealed to everybody, based on this one person's opinion.

And the winner is...*drumroll please*...after the break!
Mua ha. Mua, ha, ha, ha.

*It's time for movies on demand...*

*...Five-dollar-foot-long...*
*Those are my minutes!*

*Can you hear me now?*

*Double your pleasure...double your fun...it's the right one, the Doublemint gum*

*F-R-E-E that spells Free*

*Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there*

*1-800-588-2300 Empire*

*For the best car insurance rates in town call 1-800 General now!*

Welcome back to, The Battle of the Books. Here in one corner we have Edward Cullen, ready to bite your way into eternity. In the next corner, we have Harry Potter who has a very fashionable stick and broom! Alright, folks. And the winner is...

*opens card slowly*
*audience fidgets in anticipation*

The winner of The Battle of the Books is...Snape!...Snape?

*Snape enters boxing ring and begins singing*

"Snape, Snape...Severus Snape."

That's this weeks, The Battle of the Books. Tune in next time!

Neglecting

This is my last idea for today, since I will try and make this as short as possible.

I have neglected a lot of stuff. Such as this blog and Beethoven the Bear, whom I have on my lap right now because I feel so guilty. My Science Fair Experiment I am not so fond of, and I do not have the tri-fold cardboard on my lap. How silly, it would block my view of the computer screen! But I have to get writing my Science Fair Experiment the procedure, hypothesis and type it up and print it out. But I am so lazy! Do I have to do this!? It is due on Thursday. I am not so optimistic on it. Grrr...My tri-fold cardboard is a blankless white, begging for science graphs and scientific words on it! But, no! We shall not give them the satisfaction. No, no, no. You remember that. HOLY MOOOOOOOOOSSSEEE!!!!!!!!

Okay, let me explain my random outburst.

On the radio, they keep playing a sample of Coldplay's song - Viva La Vida, my current favorite song, apparently they are going on tour. So when I heard the beginning of the song, I was like, "Eh, it's just another samle." But it wasn't! It was the whole song! I jumped for joy and began dancing, not caring if my neighbors could see me! Which I hope they haven't since I can dance just as good as I can sing. That is why. It was not a cry for sorrow, it was a cry for joy.

Let me leave you with another quote.

After the Break,

V Bored

"Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit."

-Hosea Ballou

(Thanks to quotegarden.com for all the quotes!)

Are we human...?

hello again! if you could not tell before, I get bored quite easily and have now come back and I believe 24 hours has not even passed yet.

Let us start off with a...queer song, I must say.

Human - The Killers (or I believe, this is what it is called. Thanks to songmeanings.net for lyrics)

I did my best to notice

When the call came down the line

Up to the platform of surrender

I was brought but I was kind

And sometimes I get nervous

When I see an open door

Close your eyes, clear your heart

Cut the cord

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue

Send my condolences to good

Hear my regards to soul and romance

They always did the best they could

And so long to devotion

It taught me everything I know

Wave goodbye, wish me well

You've gotta let me go

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

Will your system be alright

When you dream of home tonight

There is no message we're receiving

Let me know, is your heart still beating?

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

You've gotta let me know

Are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancer?

I am afraid I don't no quite what this all means. Are we human, or are we dancer? Some people argue it's denser, although when I hear the song, I think they mean 'dancer'. Although denser would make much more sense, it is an insult to the human race. And if you think about it, denser does not make much sense either.

Now on to more redundant topics. I do not care if I used that word the wrongly. Yes, wrongly is a word. I bet you one hundred dollars. Mua ha! Mua, ha ha ha! Yes, I am correct. As per usual. Now I am a hundred dollars richer! What is that, you say? You don't have a hundred dollars? What a spoil sport.

The Digital Transition Has Been Postponed!

Oh, dear. I am afraid that I am correct, as per usual.

Today, while reading Brisingr, I found out that today was February 16. Extremely smart, I am.

"Oh," I had remarked. "Tomorrow is the transition for digital TV."

"It got postponed," someone (whom we will not name) informed me, "to June."

"June!" I exclaimed, attention diverted from the wedding preparations I was reading between two somebody's whom we will also not name, for I don't want to give you spoilers. Okay, Roran and Katrina. I am sorry. I couldn't help myself. "How stupid, all this hype for naught."

Then News Channel () began talking more about Digital TV Transition. I left the room.

It is all too much, really. They supposedly ran out of coupons, If you haven't a converter box and a lot of money, I suggest getting a coupon. Although according to that News Channel, you may have to wait for a long time, maybe until December, to receive your coupon. Then they had a special guest and a live community chat in which I did not participate for two obvious reasons-

I was reading a very gripping book

The computer wasn't near

I believe they hadn't a lot of people in that chat, since they kept asking for me to join. Too bad. All this talk about Digital Transition is maddening. You just see, by June we shall wait until 2010 to go into this transition. I don't see the harm in analog, though. It is a good comfort (even if the picture is quite blurry and it makes that awful blaring noise) if digital has that "No Signal", which irritates me endlessly.

That Stupid Verification Code

I am trying to join a website we shall call Unnamed. Unfortunately, Unnamed has a variety of unreadable verification codes. I wear glasses, let us be honest, but I am not this blind. The letters are all jumbled up and I cannot tell if that is supposed to be a C or a V. I have pressed the refresh button multiple times, and I am afraid they are going to run out of verification codes for me and deem me as robot. I am not a robot, mind you. For robots do not have minds, they have computer chips, obviously. Goodness, I hadn't a clue you were that dense.

The Other Blog

I have another blog, which is basically the same thing as this but much shorter.

It is, http://www.trespasse.livejournal.com/

I suggest you stay here, though, although over there I have a brand new friend named Delma, whom I will try to kidnap here. My other blog is in all French, save my posts, and I haven't a clue what I am clicking. Someone, please tell me what Voici quelques idées pour vous aider à configurer votre journal means before it's too late!

Story Time!

My Vision of The Computer

A villainous group of spider robots (bots) crawling along with a huge tick (bugs) and an enormous green cell (virus). They destroy your data by throwing an ax on a microchip (hacking).

You, on the other hand, click on something, automatically making a titanic brick wall that's on fire rise up and block the bots, bugs, and viruses (firewall). Then you unknowingly turn off your firewall and teh villainous gropu continues stealign your data and email conversations.

THE END.

Moral: Don't turn off your firewall. EVER.

Science Fair Experiment Updates

Yesterday, I had a very interesting...I forgot the word...with Microsoft Excel. I pasted my pretty line graphs on to Microsoft Word. Then, I tried printing out the graphs, but the color of the lines would not show! I got extremely angry. Someone told me to print again. I tried reasoning with them that it would turn out the same, and so it did. We wasted a stack of paper that day. I am deathly sorry, trees. But I recycled, and you cannot for once doubt recycling. Finally I got my pretty lines colored when I printed it out from an RTF file. Why is it so important I should have pretty colored lines in my graph? BECAUSE, you cannot deny pretty colors. I printed out the title of my project, but it's not to my satisfaction. So there's another thing. I also need to create hypothesis, and all that other junk. Grrr. Holy Moose, I have a lot of things to do, yet I am here, conversing with you...no offense.

This T-Shirt is Too Big

Today, I received a T-Shirt from Anon. It was wraped in a Ross bag.

"Open it," another Anon said. "See if you like it."

I began to unknot the knot and took out a gray Roxy T-Shirt with teal and silver hearts and stripes all over it. "Oh, yes!" I replied. "I do like it! But it is too big for me."

Anon: "No, it fits."

I am afraid I do no think so, although it really is a nice shirt.

Finally! Some Action!

Beethoven the Bear has finally deemed interesting! We were listening to a song...Bar-ba-Sol -David Cook...when Beethoven the Bear began to string an imaginary guitar. Bravo, Beethoven the Bear! We are finally getting somewhere adventurous. Did I spell that right? I didn't? So what. I am right, in my mind. As per usual. Beethoven the Bear says his paws hurt. That is much too bad, but I forced him to continue playing that guitar. Is this animal abuse? I hope not. Okay, Beethoven, you can stop. He can't stop. Oh, no. Is this normal? He didn't come with a manual! I am scared, now.

Alas.

Alas, there is nothing else for me to talk about. Well, there is, but nothing extremely interesting.

Right now I just got a Gaia. If you would like to talk to me there, my username is RazrRain. If you would please find me, that would be most helpful. I am lonely, lost, and vulnerable. Not the position I would like to be in.

Let's see, I shall leave you with another quote.

Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad

-Norm Papernick

After the Break,

V Bored, alias So what and now RazrRain.