February 3, 2008

Jolly Rancher Stix ²

by Tim Lee • Life, Music

Does anyone remember these delicious candy “stixs”? I remember having one of these every day back in my Junior High school days (Wow, the amount of money I’ve must have spent on these things…). I don’t remember if they were still available once I got to high school. But man, these things were filled with natural and artificial fruitiness, not to mention the 11 grams of sugar packed with everyone of them. I was sent one a few weeks ago from my old Junior High/High School friend Connie, who has also decided to write me a massive essay of epic proportion on her recent adventures, quest, and pursuit. Not only are they typed up, double sided, but printed on personalized stationary paper as well. THAT, my friends, is dedication. So thank you Connie!

In other news, I’ve began to upload photos onto my Picasa web album. It’s an ongoing project, I have no idea why I’m uploading duplicate photos onto Picasa, but I figure the reason “Because I can” is good enough for me, as it should be for you too. There’s currently even an album that’s NOT available on my flickr! Bonus!

February in terms of university schooling seems to be the busiest out of the entire winters semester, so I apologize in advance if I’m lacking updates from here on out, but as usual, I will try my best, if there’s anyone reading this at all (judging from the lack of comments *cough cough*).

The love for Sara Bareilles continues, enjoy!

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We met on a rainy evening in the summertime
Don’t think I need to tell you more
I needed a raise I worked so hard for this love of mine
Still I got nothing to show for it.

Here’s a simplification of everything we’re going through
You plus me is bad news
You’re a lovely creation I like to think that I am too
My friend said I look better without you.

Tongue tied and twisted, go on baby and go to my head.

Babe, baby believe me
If I stay it ain’t gonna be easy
Okay we’ll do it your way
But this is the last time
You’ll hear the beautiful sound of love coming down
Love on the rocks.

You love the chase but hate me for the runaround
We both just tired of the whole thing.
You tell me what you want you need you know you have to have
And I just pretend I’m listening

Too tired this time to deal with old suits you wear, your ties that won’t bind.

Babe, baby believe me
If I stay it ain’t gonna be easy
Okay we’ll do it your way
But this is the last time
You’ll hear the beautiful sound of love coming down

Hot as hell cold as ice sip it slow cause it’s so nice
Dulls my senses drives my pain but I do it again
Burns a bit to the touch dangerous if it’s too much
If this bottle could talk
Love on the rocks
Love on the rocks, Yeah

Baby, baby, baby baby believe me
You’ll hear the beautiful sound of love coming down