Dance, Dance

Earlier today as Ashley and I were driving home from Shipley's, we were listening to "Brick" by Ben Folds Five and were talking about what it could mean, and we finally decided it was most likely about him taking his girlfriend to get an abortion, but we wanted to make sure so we went to songmeanings.com to verify, and sure enough we were right. But then we decided to look at other song meanings and finally we got to Fall Out Boy and thought, "Gee, I wonder what people think that "Dance, Dance" means?" So we looked it up and found out that everyone was wrong about the meaning, except for us. So we figured we'd just type up our own meaning to straighten those quacks out. And here it is, lyrics first:

She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead

Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance

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My friend and I were talking, and we've come to the conclusion that it's about his experience having sex with a prostitute.

"She says she's no good / with words but I'm worse" - As a prostitute, she handles these situations daily, but she's not good at it, and he's worse because he's never had this experience so he's not sure what to say either.

"A joke of a romantic" - It's like, they like, don't need to like, be romantic, because she's like, a prositute.

"Weighed down with words / too overdramatic" - He's making having sex with a prostitute out to be a bigger deal than it is. I can say from my own personal experience that having sex with a prostitute isn't exactly life-changing.

"Tonight it's 'it can't get much worse' / vs. 'no one should ever feel like'." - It can't get much worse in that he had to stoop so low to sleep with a prostitute, but he doesn't think that anyone should have to feel so deprived of sex like he is.

"I'm two quarters and a heart down" - The quarters represent his payment to the prostitute, so he's "down" two quarters, and he's also "a heart down" because he is, after all, an emo kid, and he may have some emotional attachment to the prostitute and it hurts his poor little emo heart knowing that she's only there to sex him up. Or he's "a heart down" because a part of him dies inside knowing that he's bringing himself so low to pay for sex.

"I don't want to forget how your voice sounds" - He really does like her, even though she's just a prostitute and he wants to be able to remember her.

"These words are all I have / so I write them / so you need them just to get by" - He's writing the song to more easily remember the times they shared.

"Dance, dance" - "Sex, sex"

"We're falling apart to half time" - She only stayed for 30 minutes, even though he payed for a full hour.

"These are the lives you'd love to lead" - Everyone would like to have sex with random girls as often as would please them.

"This is the way they'd love / if they knew how misery loved me" - The fans would be disappointed if they knew how low he stooped.

"You always fold just / before you're found out" - She leaves before anyone can find out what they've done.

"Drink up it's last call, last resort / but only the first mistake" - Finish off that liquor, because you're going to want to forget what you did last night. This is his last resort since he can't get laid otherwise, and the prostitute is only the first mistake that he'll make because it's his first time.

"Why don't you show me / the little bit of spine / you've been saving for his mattress (love)" - He's asking her to do to him what she would do to someone she loves.

"I only want sympathy / in the form of you / crawling into bed with me" - If she's going to feel sorry for him, she better feel sorry while she's doing him.

THE END.

Duh.

Save the drugs!

The hall flooded today. I was just, you know, hanging out in my bed at 10:30 this morning, when all of the sudden there's this sort of water-running noise, like someone was taking a shower, but a little different. I just ignored it, brushing it off as one of my suitemates in the shower, when I hear this pounding on the door. I just sit up in bed and I'm like "Uh?" and this guy in a custodial uniform throws open the door and says, "Get your stuff off the floor. Water's coming!" So I just sort of get out of bed and I'm like, "What is this guy talking about?" and head toward the door to look out in the hall and see what's going on when I see water seeping into the room from under the door. This is the part where I go, "WHOA" and start systematically throwing things on the bed and couch and chairs starting at the front of the room and working my way back to prevent them from getting soaked. Unfortunately, I missed a pile of dirty clothes (mine) sitting under the couch, but by the time I noticed them the water was covering the floor about a centimeter thick and just kept rising while I sat helplessly on my bed wondering what the heck was going on. Since Cristen wasn't in the room I had to try to get all of her stuff, too, but I missed a couple of things and they got sort of very damp, but nothing that won't be alright. The following is a police sketch of the scene.

It was pretty intense. As you can see, Cristen got swept away in the current of sewage water. It was pretty tragic. Luckily, we were able to recover her with no damage done. She was just a little shaken. Pretty accurate, jess? ("yes", for those of you that don't speak Indian... Tipti.) Okay, so this is maybe slightly exaggerated in the way of quantity of the water, but it's pretty accuracte as to what was IN the water. Lots of toilet paper... hilighters, pencils, pennies and dimes and nickels at the bottom... It was DISGUSTING. There was toilet paper floating on my floor. Nothing really got damaged. Ashley and Rachel lost their carpet, as did my Emily and Jessica (my suitemates). So here's what happened:

The toilet for the girls across the hall wasn't flushing, so they put in a work order to get someone to fix it. The maintenance guy came and took care of it this morning... or so he thought. When he tried to flush it, the top of the flushy thing randomly blew off, hit the ceiling, and water started spewing everywhere. I had about a minute to pick everything off the floor before the water filled the room. It was definitely gross, and because of the distrubance I lost valuable study hours, and I have two finals on Friday. That's gross, too.

Genesis 7: 11
"In the six hundredth year of Noah's life, in the second month, on the seventeenth day of the month: it was on that day that
All the fountains of the great abyss burst forth, and the floodgates of the sky (watermain) were opened."

Wha?

So there are a few things that I don't understand about the Christmas holidays. Number 1: Gingerbread tastes like neither ginger, nor bread. Am I the only one that can't make sense about that? Second, why are the traditional Christmas colors red and green? I mean one means "go" and the other means "stop". Aren't we sending mixed signals here? Third of all, how do we manage to be most impressed by the decorations of homes with the highest electrical bills? Shouldn't we be a little more enthusiastic about the homes that conserve energy in this, our time of crisis? Number 4: Now, this is a little off-topic, but bare with me: Why do people wear scarves in 85 degree weather? I mean, part of them must know that it's hot outside, because they're wearing a tank-top, but somehow the neck didn't get the signal. And you'd think they'd figure it out when they go outside and their neck begins to sweat. Is it fashionable? I mean, I guess I missed that memo. It's possible, since I missed the memo that said "ain't" is really a word (and I'm still looking for that one, by the way). But really, even if I had gotten the memo, I'd still think that it looked kind of stupid. Now remember, for all the emo out there, you can wear all the scarves you want, since you're not people. Anything else off the top of my head that confuses me about the holidays? Mmmmmmmmaybe later. But now that I'm thinking about it, I remember at some point in 5th grade or somewhere around there Rachel decided that "ain't" really was a word, and said it frequently. Do you know who was at fault for that? Her name was Rebekah Schaubrooke (eh... me no spel gode). Her name and what she did to me will forever dwell in my memory. Rebekah... I will never name my child anything that sounds similar to that name because she was the reason that I had to deal with Rachel saying "ain't" for a year. Speaking of Rachel, and because it's Christmas time, I have a fun story. Most of you probably know this one already, but for the 1 of you out there that doesn't, it's worth it. It's one of those horrendously tragic, but undeniably amusing stories.

*Disclaimer: If you want to continue living a lie every Christmas, do not read the following segment.

So one day in her 4th or 5th grade, Rachel's sitting in class listening to her teacher give her a new assignment. It's an essay that has to be written about an event that changed the student's life, whether for the better or worse. Some of the students didn't seem to quite understand what she was asking for, so she began to give them examples. "Well, you know. Maybe... your parents got divorced. Or maybe you welcomed a new sibling into the family. Or maybe the day you found out Santa wasn't real." And Rachel's jaw just drops open. Her eyes fill with tears and she spends the rest of the class in silence as she tries to keep the tears back while attempting to prevent the other students from noticing the tears. Poor Rachel and her gullibility about non-existent characters. There was never a difinitive moment that I realized Santa was the embodiment of all evil within parents. And by that I mean, how cruel is it for parents to lie to their children every Christmas, until one year they come to the heartbreaking realization that the man they thought they knew, was nothing more than a figment of their imagination? It really sets the tone for the rest of their lives. Actually, come to think of it, learning Santa wasn't real could have been Rachel's snapping point.

Not that I really feel that way at all. I'll probably lie to my children about Santa. Hopefully they'll realize that the lie wasn't about deciet or anything like that, and the realization will be gradual, as opposed to abrupt like Rachel experienced. I'm pretty sure I never truly believed in Santa. I just assumed he was one of the symbols of Christmas, and about as real as Rudolph (who's not real, just to clarify). Mmm... Clarity. I like Jimmy Eat World.

That actually reminds me of another story about Travis one Easter. We were all riding in the car up to some relative's house in Houston, and he just sat there yelling at my mom for like 15 minutes trying to get her to admit that the Easter Bunny wasn't real. Hahahaha... ah... good times. Good times.

Nap time.

Loose Thoughts

I got 12 hours of sleep last night. Can you believe that? It required me to skip out on Meteorology, but I function just fine if I miss one of those classes. But 12 hours. That's amazing. I can't remember the last time I slept 12 hours straight. So a couple days ago Rachel told me that she had fallen in love with wax or something and wanted all of us to wax our legs some day soon, so no one was allowed to shave. (Puh, no problem there. That's right, "Ewww.") Yeseterday she said today was the day. I'm kind of excited about it since I haven't shaved in almost 3 weeks. "Ewww." Yeah, I know, but when I don't have a reason, why struggle for an extra 15 minutes in the shower trying to prep something no one will see? I'm sort of fearful of the pain factor. I mean, once I got really bored and started to pluck stray leg-hairs, and that was pretty painful. Just thinking about having 50 kabagalillion leg hairs being plucked at the same time... I'm pretty sure that would exponentially increase my pain. I'm going to take it like a man, though. Besides, then my legs will be super smoooooooooth. Oh, break out the booze in celebration of my CARPOOL membership! I definitely thought I wouldn't make it, what with the absurd amount of applicants and my Freshman status, but I did. I'm not sure how I feel about it though... I'm not very good with meeting new people without my support system. Although, that hasn't happened since Pre-K 3 when I really didn't have any friends to speak of. Wait... I'm lying. I'm pretty sure it has never happened to me in my entire life. Even in Pre-K 3 I had my best friend/next-door neighbor going into Pre-K 3 with me. Wow, I've managed to make it 19 years of my life and never have had this experience. Even joining sports teams I always knew someone that was joining the team with me. Whether it was my sister or just a random friend that happened to be joining with me. Wow, I'm sort of amazed by this. Anyway, I've sort of cleaned up the floor in here, and I'm starting on my desk, which is really the biggest problem, and especially will be as soon as I get an actual computer on here. Which reminds me of the fact that I FINALLY am able to use iTunes and steal music from Rachel. I won't go into detail, but rest-assured I screwed up before to the point at which I didn't think I could fix it, then suddenly when I plugged in her flash drive so Ashley could see if she could get it to work, it was suddenly fine. Je n'ai pas compris, mais il travaille maintenant. And that's really all that matters, right? Thanksgiving was a lot of fun, but I didn't get to spend as much time with Austin as I should have because the family went off to our third home up in the hill country, and I stayed in the LJ so I could go to the game, which was awesome. It was a lot of fun, and we did a lot better than I expected. A LOT. Ashley and I almost didn't go because we expected to get slaughtered. I mean, I'm not going to lie. We're not very good, but I'm definitely glad Reggie didn't get to play, because he's a ball-hog, and not even that good. Plus, he's a complete idiot. Oh, man. He's dumb. Anyway... Thanksgiving was fun. I got to see a few people that I hadn't seen in a while, and that was a lot of fun. Also, driving around with Ross Thursday night was fun. I like that he humored my attempt at trying to get a Sonic drink even though it was Thanksgiving and pretty much everthing ever was closed. Hahahaha... ah... Ross and I discussed Gilmore Girls, and it was hilarious. He says that he wants Dean and Rory to end up together, and I want Jess and Rory to end up together, but we both agree that we don't like Logan. We must have talked for a good 15 minutes about it, and I just couldn't help but laugh at the fact that Ross knows pretty much everything there is to know about Gilmore Girls. Ah... anyway, I'm going to visit some people up in Austin this weekend, and that could be fun. Who's excited for Christmas?