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*collapses*
Whoa. Okay. Maybe I should sleep in more often.
By dint of sheer refusal to procrastinate (which is utterly against my nature and thus painful as all hell) I have managed to clean the bathrooms and the lounge room, drop off my work sheets, pick up groceries, post letters, sort mail, gather up rubbish and put out the bin for collection, and write the results section of my psych prac.
I was kind of hoping for some good karma. But Camille decided that when I'm having a bad day I need to be having a really bad day, so he up and froze on me and now refuses to talk to the computer - or indeed, work at all. Glorious. A dead iPod is just what I needed.
iTunes iChing
You put on iTunes and set it up to shuffle the songs. There can be no cheating by switching it to a playlist -- it must be on shuffle of everydamnedthing. Then you take the first five songs and this will provide you with the answers you seek to your dilemma.
Considering my mood this is unlikely to turn out particularly cheery and full of birdsong, but it looks like dubiously self-reflective fun. Do I believe in rock and roll, can music save my mortal soul, etc.
Song 1: the problem at hand.
Ben Folds Five - "Brick"
Sample lyrics
Can't you see
It's not me you're dying for
Now she's feeling more alone
Then she ever has before
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
Interpretation
Well fuck me, the universe really does love me today. One of the angstiest songs I have. The only dilemma I can think of here is the age-old one that everyone's probably sick of; I can't connect with people emotionally. I can't give trust with any kind of ease. I can't recognise emotion in other people and I am awful about giving it away. Sympathy and empathy have to be carefully considered in my mind and then let out into the world - my heart, if we're going to go by the metaphoric usage, doesn't get much of a look in.
Song 2: your feelings about the same
Dresden Dolls - "Coin Operated Boy"
Sample lyrics
this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
I didn't think so but I'm still convinceable
will you persist even after I bet you
a billion dollars that I'll never love you
will you persist even after I kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
I'm dying to lose it...
I want it
I want you
I want a coin operated boy.
Interpretation
Ouch. Appropriate. Sometimes what bothers me the most is that it doesn't bother me that I shut people out. I have no desire for a relationship, to the point where 'potential partner' is about the last thing that crosses my mind when I meet someone. I enjoy my independence, both physical and emotional. Most girls my ages have a hundred times more experience than me - hell, I've never had anything that could classify as a relationship by any sensible usage of the word. But it seems that most people have at least a desire to try. I'm happy to stay cynical and with impossibly high standards and as good a friend I can be to the people I love.
Song 3: the environment in which you operate.
Clan of Xymox - "The Bitter Sweet (VNV remix)"
Sample lyrics
I am not a saviour, I am not a saint
I am not an angel who's coming in
I don't believe in anything pure like you do
I drift on water, you walk on land
You're not a martyr, please understand
I don't believe in anything true like you do
Interpretation
I guess I don't really have a stable environment in which I operate. In real life I operate on a fairly social mindset. Online I'm mercurial as anything, depending on my mood and who I'm talking to. I don't have a concrete belief system that underpins my life. My code of ethics is flexible. My morals are ambiguous. How funky is my chicken. All right. Next song.
Song 4: immediate action to be taken.
Bif Naked - "We Are The Lucky Ones"
Sample lyrics
The first time we made love, I wasn't sober.
(and you told me you loved me over and over)
How can I ever love another, when I miss you every day...
Remember the time we made love in the roses?
(and you took my pictures in all sorts of poses)
How can I ever get over you, when I'd give my life for yours
Interpretation
Damned if I can get anything meaningful out of that, except for the fact that my playlist is obviously selecting every depressing song I have and throwing it at me gleefully. Well, I can make an attempt - perhaps I should stop concentrating on my problems and appreciate how lucky I actually am. Because I am. I know that much.
Song 5: likely outcome.
Guns N Roses - "One In A Million"
Sample lyrics
You're one in a million
Yeah, that's what you are
You're one in a million, babe
You are a shooting star
Maybe someday we'll see you
Before you make us cry
You know we tried to reach you
But you were much to high
Interpretation
Well, obviously I am destined for Great Things. But I shall crush all of my friends underfoot on the way to the top. Muahahaha. Fear me.
...
That wasn't as much fun as I thought. I think I shall make baked apple in the microwave and change my sodding music until it lands on something happy.
Plz to be noting that the next song on my shuffle was 'Agony'. Ha very ha, world. The one after that? The sobworthy 'I'll Cover You' reprise. Even my beloved musicals conspire against me. I want my money back.
Once again, apologies for spewing my monthly angst attack all over my flist. Sometimes I regress and use this as an emotional outlet rather than a public source of wit and communication. We should resume normal service tomorrow :)
By dint of sheer refusal to procrastinate (which is utterly against my nature and thus painful as all hell) I have managed to clean the bathrooms and the lounge room, drop off my work sheets, pick up groceries, post letters, sort mail, gather up rubbish and put out the bin for collection, and write the results section of my psych prac.
I was kind of hoping for some good karma. But Camille decided that when I'm having a bad day I need to be having a really bad day, so he up and froze on me and now refuses to talk to the computer - or indeed, work at all. Glorious. A dead iPod is just what I needed.
iTunes iChing
You put on iTunes and set it up to shuffle the songs. There can be no cheating by switching it to a playlist -- it must be on shuffle of everydamnedthing. Then you take the first five songs and this will provide you with the answers you seek to your dilemma.
Considering my mood this is unlikely to turn out particularly cheery and full of birdsong, but it looks like dubiously self-reflective fun. Do I believe in rock and roll, can music save my mortal soul, etc.
Song 1: the problem at hand.
Ben Folds Five - "Brick"
Sample lyrics
Can't you see
It's not me you're dying for
Now she's feeling more alone
Then she ever has before
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
Interpretation
Well fuck me, the universe really does love me today. One of the angstiest songs I have. The only dilemma I can think of here is the age-old one that everyone's probably sick of; I can't connect with people emotionally. I can't give trust with any kind of ease. I can't recognise emotion in other people and I am awful about giving it away. Sympathy and empathy have to be carefully considered in my mind and then let out into the world - my heart, if we're going to go by the metaphoric usage, doesn't get much of a look in.
Song 2: your feelings about the same
Dresden Dolls - "Coin Operated Boy"
Sample lyrics
this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
I didn't think so but I'm still convinceable
will you persist even after I bet you
a billion dollars that I'll never love you
will you persist even after I kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
I'm dying to lose it...
I want it
I want you
I want a coin operated boy.
Interpretation
Ouch. Appropriate. Sometimes what bothers me the most is that it doesn't bother me that I shut people out. I have no desire for a relationship, to the point where 'potential partner' is about the last thing that crosses my mind when I meet someone. I enjoy my independence, both physical and emotional. Most girls my ages have a hundred times more experience than me - hell, I've never had anything that could classify as a relationship by any sensible usage of the word. But it seems that most people have at least a desire to try. I'm happy to stay cynical and with impossibly high standards and as good a friend I can be to the people I love.
Song 3: the environment in which you operate.
Clan of Xymox - "The Bitter Sweet (VNV remix)"
Sample lyrics
I am not a saviour, I am not a saint
I am not an angel who's coming in
I don't believe in anything pure like you do
I drift on water, you walk on land
You're not a martyr, please understand
I don't believe in anything true like you do
Interpretation
I guess I don't really have a stable environment in which I operate. In real life I operate on a fairly social mindset. Online I'm mercurial as anything, depending on my mood and who I'm talking to. I don't have a concrete belief system that underpins my life. My code of ethics is flexible. My morals are ambiguous. How funky is my chicken. All right. Next song.
Song 4: immediate action to be taken.
Bif Naked - "We Are The Lucky Ones"
Sample lyrics
The first time we made love, I wasn't sober.
(and you told me you loved me over and over)
How can I ever love another, when I miss you every day...
Remember the time we made love in the roses?
(and you took my pictures in all sorts of poses)
How can I ever get over you, when I'd give my life for yours
Interpretation
Damned if I can get anything meaningful out of that, except for the fact that my playlist is obviously selecting every depressing song I have and throwing it at me gleefully. Well, I can make an attempt - perhaps I should stop concentrating on my problems and appreciate how lucky I actually am. Because I am. I know that much.
Song 5: likely outcome.
Guns N Roses - "One In A Million"
Sample lyrics
You're one in a million
Yeah, that's what you are
You're one in a million, babe
You are a shooting star
Maybe someday we'll see you
Before you make us cry
You know we tried to reach you
But you were much to high
Interpretation
Well, obviously I am destined for Great Things. But I shall crush all of my friends underfoot on the way to the top. Muahahaha. Fear me.
...
That wasn't as much fun as I thought. I think I shall make baked apple in the microwave and change my sodding music until it lands on something happy.
Plz to be noting that the next song on my shuffle was 'Agony'. Ha very ha, world. The one after that? The sobworthy 'I'll Cover You' reprise. Even my beloved musicals conspire against me. I want my money back.
Once again, apologies for spewing my monthly angst attack all over my flist. Sometimes I regress and use this as an emotional outlet rather than a public source of wit and communication. We should resume normal service tomorrow :)