Talking to Myself - Parody #6

Talking to Myself

Written by Tracy T.

To the tune of “Dancing with Myself” by Billy Idol

Up and down the floors I go
Running in here is a no-no
A-with the CD selection
Then I see my reflection
And I'm talking to myself

A-when the usual crowd's in sight
A-in the crowded printer line
Well, I wait so long for good conversation
So I'm talking to myself

Oh oh, Talking to myself
Oh oh, a-talking to myself
Well, there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove, well,
Talking a-to myself

If I looked all around the room
And I've got this sense of doom
But the librarian's eyes seem to pass me by
And leave me talking to myself

So I'll linger in the stacks
'Cause I don't like to turn my back
When I take a walk, I really like to talk,
And I'll be talking to myself

Oh oh, Talking a-to myself,
Oh, oh, talking to myself
When I take a walk, I really like to talk,
When I take a walk, I really like to talk,
When I take a walk, I really like to talk,
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh
Oh, oh, oh talkin' to myself.
Oh, oh, talking to myself, oh, oh,
Sweat, sweat, etc.

Dancing With Myself

Original Lyrics

By Billy Idol

On the floors of Tokyo
A-down in London town's a go go
A-with the record selection,
And the mirror's reflection,
I'm a dancin' with myself

A-when there's no one else in sight,
A-in crowded lonely night
Well, I wait so long for my love vibration
And I'm dancing with myself

Oh oh, Dancing with a-myself,
Oh, oh, dancing with myself
Well, there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove, well,
Dancing a-with myself

If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes seem to pass me by
And leave me dancin' with myself.

So let's sink another drink
Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancin' with myself

Oh oh, Dancing with a-myself,
Oh, oh, dancing with myself
Well, there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove, well,
Dancing a-with myself

Well if I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes seem to pass me by
And leave me dancin' with myself.

So let's sink another drink
Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancin' with myself

Oh oh, Dancing a-with myself,
Oh, oh, dancing with myself
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh
Oh, oh, oh dancin' with myself.
Oh, oh, dancin' with myself, oh, oh,
Sweat, sweat, etc.

You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile.

Christmas Music That Doesn't Suck 2014 Edition: Day Six

Sleigh Ride - Pentatonix


Yeah, you're gonna be getting a lot of these guys this year. Get used to it, they're fantastic. They were incredible in person too.

2013 was Jewel, 2012 was Karmin, 2011 was She & Him


Jingle Bell Rock - Billy Idol


Oh my god, it is actually Billy Idol. I thought for sure this was fake when scrolling through Youtube. Upon realization I am posting it. Cause I'm amused. Another fun one to see live. While I didn't see this one - obviously as I did not know it existed - I did see him sing White Wedding at Warped Tour in Denver in '05. It was fantastic.

2013 was Kurt, Max and Macy Kate, 2012 was Chord Overstreet, 2011 was Brenda Lee


You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch - Tay Zonday


Well, he's got the voice for it...

2013 was Urban Method, 2012 was VersaEmerge (MY FAVORITE), 2011 was the original Thurl Ravenscroft Grinch version


2011 Day Six - Troll the ancient yuletide, Carol!
2012 Day Six - What a bright time, it's the right time
2013 Day Six - Dr. Seuss is my favorite rapper

He shoots, He scores! Hey Goalie,

You suck!

I love that right before the game the announcer says that bad language won't be tolerated.

Power in numbers, they gonna kick us all out?

Social psychology at its greatest.

Hockey night tonight at the ice box. We played against Omaha so it was kind of a rivalry thing. Sold out crowd, though there were only like 20 Omaha fans in the entire place.

We had excellent seats - Squirt kept threatening to go out on the ice. She wanted to see them fight. If there were no fights she was determined to go out there and start one.

Much to her chagrin, there weren't a lot of big fights. Though there was one where our guys basically dog piled on their goalie.

But seriously, if he has the puck and they push him in the goal, shouldn't that count as a goal?

I mean, the puck is in the goal.

So technically it should. Right?

Anyway, we lost, but it was great match. For a while it was completely back and forth scoring. We'd score and they'd score immediately after.

Squirt and I did a lot of dancing between quarters. Bubby would just roll his eyes and pull out his phone.

The boyfriend and my sister seem to have bonded.

He thinks I'm a portable jukebox - though heavy metal isn't exactly my strongpoint so when I couldn't name the artist they'd give me crap.

My sister and brother-in-law used to play this game while listening to the radio. You get points for guessing the song and artist first, and if you could name the album you'd get extra points.

She used to rock.

Now she says that after having kids she's lost all her smarts.

Apparently she passed the smarts on to them.

Which seemed to have worked, I guess they did very well on their TerraNova's.

I don't remember them being called that when I took them, but it's the big standardized test thing.

They got smarts.

I was glad that tonight went well. Not that I was worried. He's a good guy, and he actually says things in a conversation unlike other guys that I've dated who will just nod and smile.

And yes, now he has met part of the family.

So you can no longer claim he is a figment of my imagination.

I know that when you use my name and "date" in the same sentence the earth seems to stop spinning.

I'm much like Paris in that aspect.

"For example, I can instantly deduce that when someone hears the name Paris in the same sentence with the word date, jaws will drop, confused looks will cover faces, words like ‘how' and ‘why' and ‘Quick, Bob, get the children in the minivan because the world is obviously coming to an end!' will immediately fly out of people's mouths."

After the game we went out with an old friend and his fiance who were also at the game.

I'm glad she's normal, he's had a few weird ones along the way.

So it was cool to hang out with them, talk about old times.

I got dirt on the boyfriend that I can use in the future. Which is always enjoyable.

Hockey Jams

"Jerk It Out" The Caesars

i'll be running circles around you sooner than you know.
Why does no one else know this song? It's fantastic!

"Mony Mony" Billy Idol

I saw him sing this live. and White Wedding. People never believe me when I say that, but yes, he was at Warped Tour in Denver in '05. It was fantastic. We saw him, MCR, Hawthorne Heights, MXPX, Gogol Bordello, Simple Plan, The Starting Line...I got a guitar pick from them.

It was awesome.

And I'm out.

Class tomorrow, plus the carpool means that I should probably be awake and coherent before noon.

Especially since we're leaving before noon.

OUT!

Paris: What if I fall for him but he doesn't like me?
Rory: Then you'll find someone else.
Paris: What if there is no one else?
Rory: Then you'll buy some cats.

New Shoes, the Cheese Speech, Warped Tour and MXPX

So I felt like a total dork today - and yesterday - cause I got these new shoes and I like them. So I'm trying not to drag my feet and ruin them.

Which is awful and hard and ridiculous.

It's ridiculous that it's this hard to walk like a normal person.

But I have to start because it kills my shoes and my jeans. The backs break open inside the shoe so there's big holes and the bottoms get worn off of the backs like my jeans. Then my sister looks at them and says we have to go shopping and I totally don't like clothes shopping cause people make me try things on.

So, less dragging feet = less damage to shoes and jeans which also = less time in an awkward dressing room while there are people outside waiting to critique me.

But I feel like everyone is watching me walk like I'm this weird awkward weirdo.

It took me two minutes to come up with another word that could come after 'awkward' and got nothing. So W.A.W. it is. I like it.

But I can change. I am right now - eating eggs and toast for supper, I used to hate eggs. I still do. But I'm eating them anyway. Maybe it's just cheesy eggs that I can't eat. But that's because I don't like cheese. But I do like cheese.

Crap.

Are you following any of this?

Does that mean I have to give you the speech? I did say there was a speech attached to that one in my first post. See My Life in Closed Captions: *Insert Clever Title Here*

I could go on for probably half an hour because that's the length of my average ramble so I'll give you the short version.

I like cheese but I don't like cheese.

Melted cheese is disgusting but I love grilled cheese sandwiches.

But only if they're dipped in tomato soup.

I like regular cheese on like crackers and stuff so maybe it's just the melted that gets to me. It's like goo. I don't like cheesy eggs but that's probably because I don't like eggs... Which apparently now I do.

But I really don't.

Only if they're with toast.

Or like in a cake or something.

Like that Guy dude from the Food Network.

That's the short version, I'll stop there.

I'm also mourning the loss of my awesome black Warped bag.

The strap broke so it's been bring-your-backpack-to-work day. And probably will be again tomorrow.

I don't do purses. No. Messenger bag all the way. I've had it since '05. I got it in Denver at Warped Tour. My oldest sister says that no matter if she sews it it will bust again. So I'll send it home with Mom to have her look at it.

6 years man.

That's a serious relationship.

I can't just give up on it completely and jump in with a new bag. That's not right.

So, in honor of the bag's memory and possible reinstatement if fixable I'm posting this picture.



Commemorating its origin and the fun I had with my friends while hanging out with cute drummers, getting overloaded with free stuff, and listening to Billy Idol (yes I saw him live), My Chemical Romance (yes I saw them live), Hawthorne Heights, Simple Plan and the whole reason I got the bag - MXPX - which was branded awesomely on the cover.

I don't want to get emotional.

*fake tears*

It was just a bag.

It was just a bag.

But really, it wasn't just a bag. I still have the stuff I got from Warped in the back pocket - stickers, flyers, even a map of Denver for a certain friend who got lost on the way of meeting me there.

That is definitely on my list of favorite things I've ever done.

That'd be an interesting blog post - favorite life moments...hmmmm...later maybe.

Anyway, I love MXPX. "Panic" is their best cd - in my mind anyway. "Wrecking Hotel Rooms" was in my ipod on repeat for months. The lyrics to the verses are ridiculous but the chorus is awesome and has a good melody - which is the epitamy of punk rock really. The lyrics don't make sense but it sounds cool. So you go with it. Haha.

They have a website...ooo, I see new merchandise in my future. Maybe a new bag. It won't be the same but it will have to do.

Aaaannnd she's out. For the night. More tomorrow, have a good one.