Sewn -
It doesn't matter that when he looks at her, he sees a fiery ball of red-hot crazy molded into a ridiculously small yet gorgeous body, because when she opens her mouth and sings, he forgets about all of that. And when her eyes lock onto his as they always do, when the words stream from her mouth, full and rich like molten chocolate, the world disappears, and all he can focus on is the magic streaming from her mouth.
Give me the song, and I'll sing it like I mean it,
Give me the words, and I'll say them like I mean it,
Because you've got my heart in a headlock,
You stopped the blood and made my head soft,
God knows, you've got me sewn.
God it was beautiful, And the fact that his favorite person was singing his favorite song made it even more special. Her eyes were boring into him as she sang, glittering with the sparkle of a thousand secrets, taking his soul and baring her own.
He could feel someone shift uncomfortably beside him, Quinn perhaps, but he barely notices: his full and undivided attention on Rachel, attempting to commit every single second of this performance to memory.
Danny boy, don’t be afraid,
To shake that ass and misbehave,
Danny boy, I know you got time,
But what are you waiting for?
He’s sitting there, mouthing the words as they pour from her mouth, filling him up with the confusing combination of joy and sadness, and all of a sudden, the music is empty, devoid of emotion, of feeling, of meaning. And the spell is broken and he is left feeling light-headed and off-balance, because although the piano keeps playing, the striking melody of Rachel’s voice has disappeared.
The gentle sound of the piano slowly came to a stop, and everyone scrutinizing Rachel; she never stops in the middle of a song.
“Rachel? Is everything OK? Is it too low for you?” Mr Schue asks, concern showing on his face.
“Everything’s fine, Mr Schue. It’s just... I don’t know this song so well, it’s by a little-known artist, and as it has no contemporary pop nor Broadway Classic feel, it’s a little out of my depth. As much as it pains me to say it, I think I need help with this one.”
Finn could feel the sudden intake of air around him; Rachel had never asked for help before, she was always the one who knew what she was doing, the one who offered help to everyone else.
“Okay then. What do you want to do, Rach?” Mr Schue was hiding his surprise well. “Do you want to choose another song?”
“No, Mr Schue. I really like this song, it’s very pretty and the lyrics are quite meaningful. I also find the simplicity of the piano and guitar accompaniment rather enchanting when paired up with the almost-spoken lyrics.”
“Well, do you want someone to sing it with you?”
“Yes! This piece was originally by a male artist, and it is quite a low song. It seems very fitting to have a lower male voice to balance out this arrangement that I’ve selected for my vocal register. It would definitely enrich the performance.”
“I’ll do it.” The words were out of his mouth before he even knew he’d said them. He could feel everyone’s bemused stares on his face, but his eyes only saw Rachel. Her face lit up when he spoke as if she had been waiting for him to volunteer all this time, as if she had him in mind when she said she needed someone to sing with.
“Really, Finn? This song would probably be better suited to Puck, the original artist had a voice a lot like his, although maybe not as low...”
“I want to do it.” Finn cut Mr Schue off, annoyed at the possibility that Puck could be singing this song with her. “I know this song, really well. I used to sing it for my mom all the time.”
“Well then, do you want Brad to play your part for you, Finn?”
“I got it,” he smiles and winks at Rachel who blushes and giggles.
“Give me the song, and I'll sing it like I mean it.” Rachel starts with the music, turning to look at Finn, and it’s like before, only a hundred times worse.
“Give me the words, and I'll say them like I mean it,” Finn sings, hitting the notes with ease, staring right back at Rachel, marvelling at how they connect when singing together.
“Because you've got my heart in a headlock.”
“You stopped the blood and made my head soft.”
“God knows, you've got me sewn.” And the two different melodies combine, the strands of music twisting like vines around each other, harmonizing in the most beautiful of ways.
“Danny boy, don’t be afraid, to shake that ass and misbehave. Danny boy, I know you got time, but what are you waiting for?” She’s looking at him straight in the eye, hers conveying an underlying meaning to her words, daring him to look beneath the surface.
“Anyway, the dust may just blow away, if you wait for a windy day. But you may find the chance has passed you by.” And suddenly, he gets it. His eyes widen as it dawns on him, and he can see hers expand too, watches as the relief pool in her eyes like tears, and all of a sudden he feels like crying himself.
“I can’t do the walk, I can’t do the talk. I can’t be your friend, unless I pretend.” But he can’t cry now, he just has to do what Rachel does and channel all his emotions out through his words.
So he stares her straight in the eye and sings. “So give me the song and I’ll sing it like I mean it. Give me the words and I’ll say them like I mean it.”
He locks his eyes on to hers, and the rest of the world disappears, leaving them to say things that only music allows them to. This is their moment of truth. This is their opportunity to show exactly what is on their minds without hiding under half-truths and veils of anger.
“Because you’ve got my heart in a headlock, you stopped the blood and made my head soft. And God knows, you’ve got me sewn.” And this time he’s the one with his heart on the line, he’s the one risking everything to show how he feels. And for perhaps the first time in her life, she’s the one taking the back-seat, allowing someone else to take the risk for her as she harmonizes with him, echoing every word with the soft tone of agreement.
“Danny boy, don’t be a fool. Take a punt, and break a rule. Danny boy, you’re looking so low, you’re looking like the dead grown old.” And instead of seeing him reflected in her eyes, he sees the shadow of himself, the shell of Finn that has been walking around the school hall these past few weeks, save for Glee rehearsals and a few shared conversations where she’d made him forget just for a few minutes what he was going through. He would eternally be grateful for that.
“Anyway, the blues may just wash away, if you wait for a rainy day. But you may find, the chance has passed you by.” And she gently reaches out and grasps his hand, her tiny hand soft and warm against his own. And what hurts him the most is that he has to pretend that this is all part of the song, because suddenly the people surrounding him are back, and he’s painfully aware of their stares, like tiny pinpricks all over his face.
He gently squeezes it and sings “I can’t do the walk, I can’t do the talk. I can’t be your friend, unless I pretend.” And as he sings, she smiles. And suddenly all the people are gone again, and he can almost fool himself that she’s holding his hand just because, and that they aren’t singing a song about turmoil and heartbreak for Glee Club. He can pretend for just a moment that Puck and Quinn and that baby in her belly don’t exist and that everything is simple and straightforward. He believes that Rachel and him can finally be together without any complications. And her smile makes him sure that he can hold on to all these hopes for more than just this moment, makes him sure that his dreams could become real.
“So give me the song and I’ll sing it like I mean it. Give me the words and I’ll say them like I mean it.” But then the smile that lights up her face and the room around her is replaced by a sad, melancholy one, and all the hope that he felts dissipates, leaving him feeling hollow again. And it is at that moment that he knows that he would do whatever it takes to get that smile back.
“Because you got my heart in a headlock, you stopped the blood and made my head soft.”
“You’ve got my heart in a headlock, you stopped the blood and made my head soft.” Her hand slips out of his, and fiery look graces her face, her eyes darkening as they send rays of anger out at him.
“You made my head soft.” And he’s pretty sure he’s sending angry rays back out at her.
“You made my head soft.” There’s a whole new layer to her voice now; an emotion that he’s never come across and she can’t put a name to.
“You made my head soft.” Her eyes are boring into his, warming him up and igniting something within.
“You made my head soft.” He almost shouts it, he means it so much.
During the instrumental part, he grabs her hand again, holding on tightly in case she chooses to break away this time. But instead, she’s holding his tightly too, because she knows that the end of the song is coming, but she doesn’t want to let go of this moment they’ve shared.
They harmonize perfectly on the long “yeah”’s at the end, drawing their last one out even longer than it was supposed to be.
There is a long moment of silence before the audience applauds, unsure of what they have just witnessed.
And Finn and Rachel stand there, trying to catch their breath after the whirlwind of emotion they had just created. She turns to look at him again, her hand still clenched in his, and she smiles, that same joyful smile as before, and it seems only right to scoop her up into a hug as they let the applause rain down around them.
Mr Schuester congratulates them on a wonderful performance, apologizing to Finn for ever doubting him, and praising Rachel on her choice of song and arrangement. But neither of them really hear it; too many thoughts are running through their minds, unknowingly the same as each other.
Mr Schue finally dismisses the club after asking them to try and find a song that they’d never thought would work for them and arranging it so it would, and Rachel finally lets go of Finn’s hand and makes for the door.
After saying goodbye to the rest of the club [except for a two... (or is it three?) members], he makes his way over to her locker, where she is carefully pulling books out of her locker and placing them into a bag.
“Hi,” he whispers, unsure of how really to broach the subject of what just transpired between them.
“Hi,” she whispers back, the ghost of a smile on her lips.
“Uh. I just wanted to let you know that I understood and meant everything we sang about.” And he’s staring into her eyes, facing up to his feelings, not letting someone else dictate his words for him.
She blinks, once, twice, and then a slow smile creeps across her face, and he thinks it’s just about the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“You did have my heart in a headlock,” she giggles, and the sound makes him laugh too.
“Yeah? Well you stopped the blood and made my head soft.”
“God knows, you’ve got me sewn.”
She reaches up to caress his cheek, and stands on the very tip of her toes to plant a kiss on his lips. And this kiss, so simple, so sweet, so pure, feels different than any other they’ve ever shared. This kiss isn’t laced with guilt and regret, it’s spiced with honesty and innocence and possibility and happiness. It’s the kiss of anticipation of what’s yet to come, the kiss that breaks down all the walls, the kiss that signals the end of pretending.
You’ve got my heart in a headlock,
You stopped the blood and made my head soft.
And God knows, you’ve got me sewn.
It doesn't matter that when he looks at her, he sees a fiery ball of red-hot crazy molded into a ridiculously small yet gorgeous body, because when she opens her mouth and sings, he forgets about all of that. And when her eyes lock onto his as they always do, when the words stream from her mouth, full and rich like molten chocolate, the world disappears, and all he can focus on is the magic streaming from her mouth.
Give me the song, and I'll sing it like I mean it,
Give me the words, and I'll say them like I mean it,
Because you've got my heart in a headlock,
You stopped the blood and made my head soft,
God knows, you've got me sewn.
God it was beautiful, And the fact that his favorite person was singing his favorite song made it even more special. Her eyes were boring into him as she sang, glittering with the sparkle of a thousand secrets, taking his soul and baring her own.
He could feel someone shift uncomfortably beside him, Quinn perhaps, but he barely notices: his full and undivided attention on Rachel, attempting to commit every single second of this performance to memory.
Danny boy, don’t be afraid,
To shake that ass and misbehave,
Danny boy, I know you got time,
But what are you waiting for?
He’s sitting there, mouthing the words as they pour from her mouth, filling him up with the confusing combination of joy and sadness, and all of a sudden, the music is empty, devoid of emotion, of feeling, of meaning. And the spell is broken and he is left feeling light-headed and off-balance, because although the piano keeps playing, the striking melody of Rachel’s voice has disappeared.
The gentle sound of the piano slowly came to a stop, and everyone scrutinizing Rachel; she never stops in the middle of a song.
“Rachel? Is everything OK? Is it too low for you?” Mr Schue asks, concern showing on his face.
“Everything’s fine, Mr Schue. It’s just... I don’t know this song so well, it’s by a little-known artist, and as it has no contemporary pop nor Broadway Classic feel, it’s a little out of my depth. As much as it pains me to say it, I think I need help with this one.”
Finn could feel the sudden intake of air around him; Rachel had never asked for help before, she was always the one who knew what she was doing, the one who offered help to everyone else.
“Okay then. What do you want to do, Rach?” Mr Schue was hiding his surprise well. “Do you want to choose another song?”
“No, Mr Schue. I really like this song, it’s very pretty and the lyrics are quite meaningful. I also find the simplicity of the piano and guitar accompaniment rather enchanting when paired up with the almost-spoken lyrics.”
“Well, do you want someone to sing it with you?”
“Yes! This piece was originally by a male artist, and it is quite a low song. It seems very fitting to have a lower male voice to balance out this arrangement that I’ve selected for my vocal register. It would definitely enrich the performance.”
“I’ll do it.” The words were out of his mouth before he even knew he’d said them. He could feel everyone’s bemused stares on his face, but his eyes only saw Rachel. Her face lit up when he spoke as if she had been waiting for him to volunteer all this time, as if she had him in mind when she said she needed someone to sing with.
“Really, Finn? This song would probably be better suited to Puck, the original artist had a voice a lot like his, although maybe not as low...”
“I want to do it.” Finn cut Mr Schue off, annoyed at the possibility that Puck could be singing this song with her. “I know this song, really well. I used to sing it for my mom all the time.”
“Well then, do you want Brad to play your part for you, Finn?”
“I got it,” he smiles and winks at Rachel who blushes and giggles.
“Give me the song, and I'll sing it like I mean it.” Rachel starts with the music, turning to look at Finn, and it’s like before, only a hundred times worse.
“Give me the words, and I'll say them like I mean it,” Finn sings, hitting the notes with ease, staring right back at Rachel, marvelling at how they connect when singing together.
“Because you've got my heart in a headlock.”
“You stopped the blood and made my head soft.”
“God knows, you've got me sewn.” And the two different melodies combine, the strands of music twisting like vines around each other, harmonizing in the most beautiful of ways.
“Danny boy, don’t be afraid, to shake that ass and misbehave. Danny boy, I know you got time, but what are you waiting for?” She’s looking at him straight in the eye, hers conveying an underlying meaning to her words, daring him to look beneath the surface.
“Anyway, the dust may just blow away, if you wait for a windy day. But you may find the chance has passed you by.” And suddenly, he gets it. His eyes widen as it dawns on him, and he can see hers expand too, watches as the relief pool in her eyes like tears, and all of a sudden he feels like crying himself.
“I can’t do the walk, I can’t do the talk. I can’t be your friend, unless I pretend.” But he can’t cry now, he just has to do what Rachel does and channel all his emotions out through his words.
So he stares her straight in the eye and sings. “So give me the song and I’ll sing it like I mean it. Give me the words and I’ll say them like I mean it.”
He locks his eyes on to hers, and the rest of the world disappears, leaving them to say things that only music allows them to. This is their moment of truth. This is their opportunity to show exactly what is on their minds without hiding under half-truths and veils of anger.
“Because you’ve got my heart in a headlock, you stopped the blood and made my head soft. And God knows, you’ve got me sewn.” And this time he’s the one with his heart on the line, he’s the one risking everything to show how he feels. And for perhaps the first time in her life, she’s the one taking the back-seat, allowing someone else to take the risk for her as she harmonizes with him, echoing every word with the soft tone of agreement.
“Danny boy, don’t be a fool. Take a punt, and break a rule. Danny boy, you’re looking so low, you’re looking like the dead grown old.” And instead of seeing him reflected in her eyes, he sees the shadow of himself, the shell of Finn that has been walking around the school hall these past few weeks, save for Glee rehearsals and a few shared conversations where she’d made him forget just for a few minutes what he was going through. He would eternally be grateful for that.
“Anyway, the blues may just wash away, if you wait for a rainy day. But you may find, the chance has passed you by.” And she gently reaches out and grasps his hand, her tiny hand soft and warm against his own. And what hurts him the most is that he has to pretend that this is all part of the song, because suddenly the people surrounding him are back, and he’s painfully aware of their stares, like tiny pinpricks all over his face.
He gently squeezes it and sings “I can’t do the walk, I can’t do the talk. I can’t be your friend, unless I pretend.” And as he sings, she smiles. And suddenly all the people are gone again, and he can almost fool himself that she’s holding his hand just because, and that they aren’t singing a song about turmoil and heartbreak for Glee Club. He can pretend for just a moment that Puck and Quinn and that baby in her belly don’t exist and that everything is simple and straightforward. He believes that Rachel and him can finally be together without any complications. And her smile makes him sure that he can hold on to all these hopes for more than just this moment, makes him sure that his dreams could become real.
“So give me the song and I’ll sing it like I mean it. Give me the words and I’ll say them like I mean it.” But then the smile that lights up her face and the room around her is replaced by a sad, melancholy one, and all the hope that he felts dissipates, leaving him feeling hollow again. And it is at that moment that he knows that he would do whatever it takes to get that smile back.
“Because you got my heart in a headlock, you stopped the blood and made my head soft.”
“You’ve got my heart in a headlock, you stopped the blood and made my head soft.” Her hand slips out of his, and fiery look graces her face, her eyes darkening as they send rays of anger out at him.
“You made my head soft.” And he’s pretty sure he’s sending angry rays back out at her.
“You made my head soft.” There’s a whole new layer to her voice now; an emotion that he’s never come across and she can’t put a name to.
“You made my head soft.” Her eyes are boring into his, warming him up and igniting something within.
“You made my head soft.” He almost shouts it, he means it so much.
During the instrumental part, he grabs her hand again, holding on tightly in case she chooses to break away this time. But instead, she’s holding his tightly too, because she knows that the end of the song is coming, but she doesn’t want to let go of this moment they’ve shared.
They harmonize perfectly on the long “yeah”’s at the end, drawing their last one out even longer than it was supposed to be.
There is a long moment of silence before the audience applauds, unsure of what they have just witnessed.
And Finn and Rachel stand there, trying to catch their breath after the whirlwind of emotion they had just created. She turns to look at him again, her hand still clenched in his, and she smiles, that same joyful smile as before, and it seems only right to scoop her up into a hug as they let the applause rain down around them.
Mr Schuester congratulates them on a wonderful performance, apologizing to Finn for ever doubting him, and praising Rachel on her choice of song and arrangement. But neither of them really hear it; too many thoughts are running through their minds, unknowingly the same as each other.
Mr Schue finally dismisses the club after asking them to try and find a song that they’d never thought would work for them and arranging it so it would, and Rachel finally lets go of Finn’s hand and makes for the door.
After saying goodbye to the rest of the club [except for a two... (or is it three?) members], he makes his way over to her locker, where she is carefully pulling books out of her locker and placing them into a bag.
“Hi,” he whispers, unsure of how really to broach the subject of what just transpired between them.
“Hi,” she whispers back, the ghost of a smile on her lips.
“Uh. I just wanted to let you know that I understood and meant everything we sang about.” And he’s staring into her eyes, facing up to his feelings, not letting someone else dictate his words for him.
She blinks, once, twice, and then a slow smile creeps across her face, and he thinks it’s just about the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“You did have my heart in a headlock,” she giggles, and the sound makes him laugh too.
“Yeah? Well you stopped the blood and made my head soft.”
“God knows, you’ve got me sewn.”
She reaches up to caress his cheek, and stands on the very tip of her toes to plant a kiss on his lips. And this kiss, so simple, so sweet, so pure, feels different than any other they’ve ever shared. This kiss isn’t laced with guilt and regret, it’s spiced with honesty and innocence and possibility and happiness. It’s the kiss of anticipation of what’s yet to come, the kiss that breaks down all the walls, the kiss that signals the end of pretending.
You’ve got my heart in a headlock,
You stopped the blood and made my head soft.
And God knows, you’ve got me sewn.
- Mood:
annoyed - Music:If It Kills Me - Jason Mraz
- 18:55 @SammmiO i know. i saw that and was like URGH. that is so disgusting. and they're talking about Hannukah being now, when it was ages ago :| #
- 18:55 it's Christmas, bitches. #
- 18:22 @stfny i know, i'm over it now. focusing on the fact that i'm at the beach now and christmas is so soon :) #
Seriously. We've made this every Christmas for years, since practically no one in our family likes Christmas Pudding or Mince Pies, and they are actually the best part of Christmas XD. We just made them then, but made 5 times the quantity coz we just eat them non-stop.
3x5g Gelatine sheets
375ml (1 1/2 cups) milk
375ml (1 1/2 cups) cream
75g caster sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
300g raspberries
6x125ml dariole moulds
Soak gelatine sheets in cold water for 2-3 minutes or until soft. Squeeze to remove the excess water and set aside. Bring milk, cream, sugar and vanilla extract to the boil, then remove from heat and add gelatine. Stir until dissolved, then strain liquid and pour into the dariole moulds. Refrigerate for at least 4-6 hours, or overnight.
Use a small spatula or knife to work the puddings away from the moulds' edges, and then stand dariole moulds in boiling water for 4-5 seconds. Place a plate on top of each mould, then turn over carefully so the plate is on the bottom. Shake to dislodge the panacotta. Remove the moulds, top with fresh raspberries or coulis and serve.
Serves 6
Seriously. These are boss.
3x5g Gelatine sheets
375ml (1 1/2 cups) milk
375ml (1 1/2 cups) cream
75g caster sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
300g raspberries
6x125ml dariole moulds
Soak gelatine sheets in cold water for 2-3 minutes or until soft. Squeeze to remove the excess water and set aside. Bring milk, cream, sugar and vanilla extract to the boil, then remove from heat and add gelatine. Stir until dissolved, then strain liquid and pour into the dariole moulds. Refrigerate for at least 4-6 hours, or overnight.
Use a small spatula or knife to work the puddings away from the moulds' edges, and then stand dariole moulds in boiling water for 4-5 seconds. Place a plate on top of each mould, then turn over carefully so the plate is on the bottom. Shake to dislodge the panacotta. Remove the moulds, top with fresh raspberries or coulis and serve.
Serves 6
Seriously. These are boss.
- Mood:
satisfied - Music:Rock and Roll Radio - The Ramones
- 18:03 @SammmiO don't worry :) i think everyone's patience and tolerance was tested tonight/today #
- 18:14 @SammmiO i know! funny how things escalate when aided by... someone :| #
- 18:33 @SammmiO at the end people were posting pro Artie/Tina stuff, but i was too riled up to post anything other than pro FR :( A/T rocks! #
- 18:43 @SammmiO they kinda get forgotten though :( everyone's so wrapped up in FR, PQ, and *yuck* PR #
- 22:58 @stfny amen. today's was horrible. i was in such a crap mood to begin with, so i got really angry :'( #
I have actually had the worst day. Ever.
Last night I stayed over at May's, which was fun :) We went to rent a movie yesterday afternoon and on the way back encountered a huge pile of mulch and jumped in it, then got chased away by the gardener. Then we found an abandoned mattress and spent a considerable amount of time jumping on it whilst singing "Jump" by Van Halen, a la Glee Cast ;) Then we watched "10 Things I Hate About You", which is actually my new favourite movie. Joseph Gordon-Levitt is the sex, and Heath Ledger (RIP) is smokin', plus that rival cheerleader from the original "Bring It On" movie was in it, interestingly enough. Julia Stiles REALLY needed to wear a bra though. Anyway, we chatted and YouTubed and sung and danced and bitched about Puck/Rachel and listed all the reasons why Finn/Rachel is awesome and pretty much did everything we normally do. We went to sleep really early, about 12pm (last week we stayed up til 5am. My sleeping pattern still isn't back to normal) BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP! I had the worst stomach ache EVER and it was horrible. And really awkward considering I was at someone else's house. So I tossed and turned (and amazingly didn't wake up May who was sleeping right next to me) for four hours, trying to forget about it. I eventually decided to get up and walk around, so I did that, got some water and grabbed my iPod. I then went back to bed and started to listen to the first Glee album, and fell asleep by the time "Somebody to Love" came on. XD. I will never doubt the powers of the Glee album again.
So I was dead tired the next day, and then when my dad came to pick me up from May's, he informed me that I accidentally called him last night (my phone SUCKS) and he could hear EVERYTHING THAT MAY AND I HAD DISCUSSED. AND IF THAT'S NOT BAD ENOUGH, HE GOT MY SISTER AND HER FRIEND TO COME AND LISTEN IN AS WELL. I was so amazingly superly pissed off at that. And then Dad informed me exactly what he had heard. And the shit hath hiteth the fan...ith (LOLZ). Because he had overheard some secrets that weren't mine to tell and not only had he invaded my, privacy, but he'd invaded May's as well as anyone else we were talking about. God I was furious. So amazingly angry. And I rarely get that angry.
And then I get home and go on Facebook, LJ, FF and PerezHilton.com (of course XD ) and have a HUGE fight with a few Puck/Rachel fans. And because I was already pissed off, I got really into and angry, and some of them were being super bitchy and personally attacking some of us Finchel girls, directly targeting us as people, and not as FR as a ship, which I found really low and JUST PLAIN MEAN. But us Finchel girls all had each others' backs, because we are an awesome team ;)
Then I have to go to a very-extended-and-annoying-and-overbeari
So my day sucked. Epically. Not even the amazing FR fics (thanks guys!) and the awesome support from all the girls on FF could salvage today. Oh well, writing about everything on here helped so much, and tomorrow's a new day, I guess.
Last night I stayed over at May's, which was fun :) We went to rent a movie yesterday afternoon and on the way back encountered a huge pile of mulch and jumped in it, then got chased away by the gardener. Then we found an abandoned mattress and spent a considerable amount of time jumping on it whilst singing "Jump" by Van Halen, a la Glee Cast ;) Then we watched "10 Things I Hate About You", which is actually my new favourite movie. Joseph Gordon-Levitt is the sex, and Heath Ledger (RIP) is smokin', plus that rival cheerleader from the original "Bring It On" movie was in it, interestingly enough. Julia Stiles REALLY needed to wear a bra though. Anyway, we chatted and YouTubed and sung and danced and bitched about Puck/Rachel and listed all the reasons why Finn/Rachel is awesome and pretty much did everything we normally do. We went to sleep really early, about 12pm (last week we stayed up til 5am. My sleeping pattern still isn't back to normal) BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP! I had the worst stomach ache EVER and it was horrible. And really awkward considering I was at someone else's house. So I tossed and turned (and amazingly didn't wake up May who was sleeping right next to me) for four hours, trying to forget about it. I eventually decided to get up and walk around, so I did that, got some water and grabbed my iPod. I then went back to bed and started to listen to the first Glee album, and fell asleep by the time "Somebody to Love" came on. XD. I will never doubt the powers of the Glee album again.
So I was dead tired the next day, and then when my dad came to pick me up from May's, he informed me that I accidentally called him last night (my phone SUCKS) and he could hear EVERYTHING THAT MAY AND I HAD DISCUSSED. AND IF THAT'S NOT BAD ENOUGH, HE GOT MY SISTER AND HER FRIEND TO COME AND LISTEN IN AS WELL. I was so amazingly superly pissed off at that. And then Dad informed me exactly what he had heard. And the shit hath hiteth the fan...ith (LOLZ). Because he had overheard some secrets that weren't mine to tell and not only had he invaded my, privacy, but he'd invaded May's as well as anyone else we were talking about. God I was furious. So amazingly angry. And I rarely get that angry.
And then I get home and go on Facebook, LJ, FF and PerezHilton.com (of course XD ) and have a HUGE fight with a few Puck/Rachel fans. And because I was already pissed off, I got really into and angry, and some of them were being super bitchy and personally attacking some of us Finchel girls, directly targeting us as people, and not as FR as a ship, which I found really low and JUST PLAIN MEAN. But us Finchel girls all had each others' backs, because we are an awesome team ;)
Then I have to go to a very-extended-and-annoying-and-overbeari
So my day sucked. Epically. Not even the amazing FR fics (thanks guys!) and the awesome support from all the girls on FF could salvage today. Oh well, writing about everything on here helped so much, and tomorrow's a new day, I guess.
- Mood:
pissed off - Music:You Can't Always Get What You Want - Glee Cast
seriously going to explode from anger right now.
Kristin, you betta watch out. I'm coming to getcha.
Kristin, you betta watch out. I'm coming to getcha.
- Location:Australia, Melbourne
- Mood: pissed off
- Music:Tiny Dancer - Elton John
- 00:13 first thread start! whoot :) #
- 12:02 @stfny i know! Just when you think he can't get any more adorable, he does :) JOSH THOMAS IS LOVE. he is so cute and funny :) #
- 12:44 @berry_hearts I'M WATCHING IT RIGHT NOW! Sookie pwns ;) #
- 12:47 @stfny i know! movies ;) #
- 14:36 @berry_hearts the Pilot is good, but it gets better :) i watched the whole of season 1 in three days xD eeew Eric. Bill ftw! #
I actually can't believe Brittany Murphy is dead.
urgh it's not working :'(
- 00:22 #FinnandRachel #FinnandRachel #FinnandRachel #FinnandRachel #FinnandRachel #FinnandRachel #FinnandRachel #FinnandRachel #FinnandRachel #
- 00:22 GOSH I'M SO PISSED OFF! #
- 00:23 #FinnandRachel forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever #
- 00:33 @DlsimplyMira make a new one! spread the #FinnandRachel love! #
- 00:38 @DlsimplyMira Yay! i'm actually fuming, right now. I could use a little pick-me-up such as the promise of a new #FinnandRachel video #
- 00:46 @DlsimplyMira #FinnandRachel #FinnandRachel #FinnandRachel #FinnandRachel :) I LOVE THEM. #
- 19:31 gah FF still not working! #
- 20:20 @stfny meee tooo :) #
- 22:00 oh my gosh @alittlelamb is so beautiful it's ridiculous #
- 22:45 @stfny i know! he is so cute. my friend and i spent a whole night watching interviews with him, he is so adorable and hilarious xD #
- 22:49 @stfny aha i would seriously do anything to meet him. or that sexy @frankenteen dude ;) #
- 22:56 @stfny sometimes i send... enthusiastic messages to them... such as RT @frankenteen is sex on legs. it's true! #
- 17:33 WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? #
- 17:40 FINN/RACHEL FANS UNITE. #
- 19:31 FR and PQ fans unite: WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT, NO WE AIN'T GONNA TAKE IT. WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT, ANYMORE! #
CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
EVERYONE IS REALLY PISSED ABOUT SOMETHING FR/PRish AND I'M REALLY CONFUZZLED.
KRAEJ;KADJFLAKJFDL;AKJDF;ALKDJF;ALKDJFA;
THANKING YOU MUCHLY
EVERYONE IS REALLY PISSED ABOUT SOMETHING FR/PRish AND I'M REALLY CONFUZZLED.
KRAEJ;KADJFLAKJFDL;AKJDF;ALKDJF;ALKDJFA;
THANKING YOU MUCHLY
- 01:43 www.inkpop.com :)
a new home for me ;) # - 02:05 @blondezilla90 she's not! she says that she will never change. she hated them long before PR happened. yay (: #
- 12:31 @stfny ohmagawsh yes. @chriscolfer is amazing. he is super cute and so funny. i think i'm just in love with the whole #Glee cast (: #
- 22:08 ohmygosh, Ryan Kwanten (Jason Stackhouse from True Blood) is Aussie? I love him even more now. #
- 23:55 @frankenteen cannot take a bad photo #
- 09:09 Green Day was the fucking awesomest thing ever. #
- 18:24 writing... :} #
- 20:55 @stfny zomgs i knoww. i did a LOT of LJing while i was supposed to be writing :s #
- 21:43 @stfny haha i'm watching #GoldenGlobes vids. Mark Salling is freaking hilarious. And Cory is a babe. #
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omnisilver Challenge: 1 - Set your music player to shuffle
2 - Write down the names of the first ten songs
3 - For each song, name a character, pairing, or fandom you associate with that song, and explain why
4 - Encourage your f-list to steal the meme
1. Smoke On The Water - Deep Purple
Making our music there, with a few red lights, a few old beds, we made a place to sweat, no matter what we get out of this, I know I'll never forget
I'm going to say Glee - it's all about taking adverse situations and making the best out of them, dealing with what you've got rather than worrying about what you haven't got.
2. Black Fingernails, Red Wine - Eskimo Joe
Red-letter day, black heart, its gonna tear you, all apart. It's so loud; can't hear you call, you and I, are gonna fall straight down
True Blood. It's a dark and depressing song. And quite frankly, True Blood is dark and depressing sometimes.This song is all about battles and different groups of people, which is pretty much True Blood in a nutshell (plus vampires and lots of sex).
3. These Days - Powderfinger
It's coming round again, the slowly creeping hand, of time and its command. Soon enough it comes and settles in its place, its shadow in my face, Puts pressure in my day. This life well it's slipping right through my hands. These days turned out nothing like I had planned. Control, well it's slipping right through my hands. These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Dr Robert Chase from House M.D. right after the whole Dibala incident, and then the weeks that follow, including Cameron leaving. I can just picture him sitting there, head in his hands, with this song playing. It says the sort of things I would imagine to be running through his head. Poor Chase. I love you.
4. God Put A Smile Upon Your Face - Coldplay.
Where do we go, nobody knows. I've gotta say I'm on my way down. God give me style and give me grace. God put a smile upon my face
Mr Schue from Glee after he finds out the truth about Terri and gets disqualified from Sectionals, and then seeing the kids win. Bittersweet, I guess. And also him realising that even thought it's a horrible thing, and that everything in his life is sucking at that moment, that new possibilities arise... ahem... Emma.
5. Heavy Heart - You Am I
Been watching so much TV, I'm thinner than I should be. I'm like a waterlogged ball, that no one wants to kick around anymore. I miss you like sleep. And there's nothing romantic about the hours I keep. The morning's when it starts. I don't look so good, now I got a heavy heart.
I freaking love this song. So much that I was actually going to write a songfic about it :) So this song to me, is Dan from Gossip Girl's feelings while Serena is dating that asswipe/douche-extrodinaire Aaaaaaron. Or it alternatively could be JD from Scrubs' feelings after Elliot gets back with Sean. You pick :)
6. No One Knows - Queens of the Stoneage
Oh, what you do to me, no one knows. And I realize you're mine, indeed a fool am I. I journey through the desert, of the mind. With no hope. I follow. Heaven smiles above me, what a gift here below. No one knows, the Gift that you give to me. No one knows
What I hope Finn will think when he realises that there is nothing stopping him from being with Rachel now that the whole Quinn thing is over. I don't know, I don't really listen to the words, I just appreciate the awesomeness of the song ;)
7. Catch My Disease - Ben Lee
So please, baby please, open your heart, catch my disease. She drank beer with coca-cola, and that's the way I like it, and that's the way I like it She told me she loved me like fireworks, and that's the way I like it
Tom from (500) Days of Summer. I can totally imagine him singing this about Summer, how he loves all of her craziness. I love this song so much.
8. That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings
They call me girl, they call me Stacey, they call me her, they call me Jane, that's not my name. Emma from Glee. Just how Sue always (perhaps purposely) messes up Emma's name, calling her Ellen, Erma, Edie (!) and such ;)
9. Opinions Won't Keep You Warm At Night - Kisschasy
Wait while jealousy tears you apart. I'm sorry but I cannot help the way you are, that we do the things you can't. Just wait, can't you see you're being weak? It's shallow and dark you know every time you speak, you're just lying through your teeth. Sometimes, days I'd like to say I don't agree with what you see. But I will never let the bitter things you say ever get to me.
Oddly enough, Finn and Quinn from Glee. I really dislike this ship, but this song describes so perfectly their unhealthy dynamic from Finn's perspective.
10. 99 Red Balloons - Nena
99 red balloons, floating in the summer sky. Panic bells, it's red alert. There's something here from somewhere else. The war machine springs to life, opens up one eager eye. Focusing it on the sky, where 99 red balloons go by.
This reminds me of True Blood and how everyone except a few are terrified and wary of the unknown, going to extreme lengths to ensure that it never affects them, trying to completely eradicate them.
Wow, that was tiring. My brain hurts.
- Mood:
sleepy - Music:Sweater - Eskimo Joe
Last night was the freaking most amazing night ever.
After postponing their Tuesday night show until Wednesday (because Billie-Joe Armstrong got food-poisoning D: ), I finally got to see Green Day live at Rod Laver Arena.
It was insane.
Jet were their special guest, which is incredible in itself, and they were amazing. For some reason there was a huge cannon-esque thing that kept going off with a huge "BANG!" at certain moments during the songs (for emphasis, I'm sure) which scared the shit out of us. And then there were people dressed up in horse, rabbit, pig etc costumes running around on stage, and then some male strippers came out and started gyrating with the band. It was a bit weird.
But that was nothing compared to what happened next!
When Green Day came on, the whole stadium exploded, people were shrieking their heads off and going crazy. They started with a pre-recorded version of "Song Of The Century", and then while that was going, they came onto the stage and launched into "21st Century Breakdown".
BJA apologised for the postponement, and got us all riled up with a lot of "HEEEEY-O!"'s and "I WANNA HEAR YOU FUCKING SCREAM!"'s and the crowd was just loving it.
They played some of their new stuff, which was good because I really love the whole "21st Century Breakdown" album, and then they played some of their "fucking old shit" which I didn't really know a lot of, considering I'm a new-school Green Day fan, but it was still so enjoyable.
The lights and video stuff were amazing and really added to the performance, without taking away from the music.
What was so good about it, I think, was that it was all about the music: P!nk and especially Britney Spears' concerts were all about the performance, the theatrics and stunts, while this was all about the amazing music that Green Day does, with the lights etc enhancing it.
They played for two-and-a-half hours, which is incredible and a real testament to the hard-core-ness and the commitment of BJA, Tres Cool and Mike Dirnt, as well as their back up musicians who were wicked awesome too.
They stopped playing after about two hours, and went off stage, but we called them back on, and they played "American Idiot" and "Minority", which are two of my favourite old-school songs, and then they left again, and then BJA came on and did acoustic versions of "Wake Me Up When September Ends", "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" and my absolute favourite song, "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)".
We were so tired after standing for almost three straight hours, we had no voice left and when they stopped playing and the house lights came on, we couldn't hear anything!
My ears were ringing for the remainder of the night, but it was so worth it.
Best concert ever.
BJA was right, it was something unpredictable, but in the end it was right, and I did have the time of my life.
After postponing their Tuesday night show until Wednesday (because Billie-Joe Armstrong got food-poisoning D: ), I finally got to see Green Day live at Rod Laver Arena.
It was insane.
Jet were their special guest, which is incredible in itself, and they were amazing. For some reason there was a huge cannon-esque thing that kept going off with a huge "BANG!" at certain moments during the songs (for emphasis, I'm sure) which scared the shit out of us. And then there were people dressed up in horse, rabbit, pig etc costumes running around on stage, and then some male strippers came out and started gyrating with the band. It was a bit weird.
But that was nothing compared to what happened next!
When Green Day came on, the whole stadium exploded, people were shrieking their heads off and going crazy. They started with a pre-recorded version of "Song Of The Century", and then while that was going, they came onto the stage and launched into "21st Century Breakdown".
BJA apologised for the postponement, and got us all riled up with a lot of "HEEEEY-O!"'s and "I WANNA HEAR YOU FUCKING SCREAM!"'s and the crowd was just loving it.
They played some of their new stuff, which was good because I really love the whole "21st Century Breakdown" album, and then they played some of their "fucking old shit" which I didn't really know a lot of, considering I'm a new-school Green Day fan, but it was still so enjoyable.
The lights and video stuff were amazing and really added to the performance, without taking away from the music.
What was so good about it, I think, was that it was all about the music: P!nk and especially Britney Spears' concerts were all about the performance, the theatrics and stunts, while this was all about the amazing music that Green Day does, with the lights etc enhancing it.
They played for two-and-a-half hours, which is incredible and a real testament to the hard-core-ness and the commitment of BJA, Tres Cool and Mike Dirnt, as well as their back up musicians who were wicked awesome too.
They stopped playing after about two hours, and went off stage, but we called them back on, and they played "American Idiot" and "Minority", which are two of my favourite old-school songs, and then they left again, and then BJA came on and did acoustic versions of "Wake Me Up When September Ends", "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" and my absolute favourite song, "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)".
We were so tired after standing for almost three straight hours, we had no voice left and when they stopped playing and the house lights came on, we couldn't hear anything!
My ears were ringing for the remainder of the night, but it was so worth it.
Best concert ever.
BJA was right, it was something unpredictable, but in the end it was right, and I did have the time of my life.
- Mood:
tired - Music:Last of the American Girls - Green Day
- 00:28 @santanacheers disney/pixar ftw. but disney on its own also wins. #
- 00:41 @santanacheers I couldn't agree more. Toy Story is the greatest movie of all time. #
- 00:47 i actually love channel 10 now that they're going to play #Glee all summer (: #
It's late and I'm pissed off because Green Day cancelled their concert tonight, which means that I have to put up with an evening of squabbling parents when I really should be rocking out. But it's OK, they're rescheduling the concert for tomorrow night instead, so that's good :)
Which brings me to the reason I started writing this post in the first place: I was just thinking about Glee (how surprising) and how there's a constant battle between different shippers and it gets quite annoying and sad.
And I was wondering: "How can Puck or Jacob Ben Israel get into Rachel's pants when she's never wearing pants?!"
I know I'm crazy.
But that's what happens when you're sleep deprived and have had no real human contact all day.
Peaceout.
Which brings me to the reason I started writing this post in the first place: I was just thinking about Glee (how surprising) and how there's a constant battle between different shippers and it gets quite annoying and sad.
And I was wondering: "How can Puck or Jacob Ben Israel get into Rachel's pants when she's never wearing pants?!"
I know I'm crazy.
But that's what happens when you're sleep deprived and have had no real human contact all day.
Peaceout.
- Mood:
sad - Music:Don't Stop Believin' - Journey
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