Wicked QueenIn a castle made of stone,And vanquished foes' drained blood and bones:A throne made out of claws of bears.One day, that will be my chair.All Hail the Wicked Queen,A dash of glamour and a pinch of mean.I want to be her someday,To reign in Hell and always get my way.Once her evil spell's begun,There's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.She'll be defeated in the end, I know,But, baby, what a way to go.All Hail the Wicked Queen,A dash of glamour and a pinch of mean.I want to be her someday,To reign in Hell and always get my way.
You Make My Life UnsuckYou are a riddle for philosophers to contemplateYou are the magic energy a wish can cultivateYou are the blessed charm I take on travels for good luckYou are the love that makes my life unsuckThat's right, that's right you make my life unsuckYou're there to break me free when I get stuckYou make me feel like I'm a million bucksBecause it's you who makes my life unsuckYou are the sweetness of the honey from a thousand beesYou are the sultry whisper of the wind blowing through the treesYou are the chaos and the joy of children run amokYou are the love that makes my life unsuckThat's right, that's right you make my life unsuckYou're there to break me free when I get stuckYou make me feel like I'm a million bucksBecause it's you who makes my life unsuck
Obsessed: Twilight x OuranObsessed:An Ouran High School Host Club x Twilight Crossover Kiss, Kiss, Fall in Love…(music, music, music)The high school arched over the horizon like a pastel European castle. Actually, that's not too inaccurate, seeing as the pink and purple building was doubtlessly designed to resemble a European castle. Atmosphere, you know. Among the lovely scenery were decorative fountains, abundant rose gardens, classical marble statues, and picturesque colonnades. At the very top of the campus lay the structure's crowning glory; a pristine pink clock tower that rose above the the other buildings and looked down at the students below.The students milled about along the campus grounds; the girls all in fluffy yellow dresses and the boys in baby blue blazers. All were children of powerful corporate leaders, all born to a life of privilege - all, except for one. First year student Haruhi Fujioka. At first glance, and probably second and
Rant From An Angry Fat ChickI was at the movies yesterday and a trailer came on for the newest pathetic excuse for comedy. Unless two hours of fat jokes is your thing, I don't recommend seeing it. Granted, I haven't seen it myself, and I don't intend to, but if the trailer was that misleading then it wasn't a very good trailer.The plot is: a skinny girl dies in a car crash (funny, right?) and comes back to earth as a fat girl. Rather than being happy to have a second lease on life, she's devastated because she's (eww!) fat. And then she has to get used to being treated like a lesser person because she no longer fits society's standard of beauty (again, funny, right?)Like I said, I'm not going to see it.Are we really at the point where that's how we see ourselves? I've long believed that movies are a reflection within a reflection of the culture. They're not how we are, or how we know we are, but they are about how we think we should