My Life Soundtrack
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool....because your not!
Opening Credits:
It's Not Over Yet - Klaxons (Being the opening credits, I shouldn't think so...)
Waking Up:
Song 2 - Blur (Woohoo indeed.)
First Day At School:
It Hurts - Angels and Airwaves (Ah, it wasn't THAT bad...)
Falling In Love:
Get Lost - Patrick Wolf (no joke, freaked me out...have you heard that song?!)
Fight Song:
Mosquito Song - Queens of the Stone Age (My dramatic fight scene is likely to be something as ridiculous as a mosquito)
Breaking Up:
The Great Wide Open - Funeral For A Friend
Formal:
Want It Can't Have It - Paddy Casey
Life's OK:
Stuck With Me - Green Day
Mental Breakdown:
Trail Of Fire - Oceansize (Insanity has a good soundtrack!)
Driving:
Coffee and Giro Cheques - thisGIRL
.Flashback:
Home - Westlife (My shameful secrets revealed!)
Getting Back Together:
Kill The Director - The Wombats
Birth of Child:
Augustine - Patrick Wolf (well, thats the name sorted)
Wedding:
Scumbag - Green Day (HAH!)
Final Battle:
Degausser - Brand New (Its a wonderfully hate-filled song, in an epic way)
Death Scene:
Cannonball - Damien Rice
Funeral Song:
Guernica - Brand New (Another freaky one - its a song about the singer's Grandad dying...)
End Credits:
The Great Escape - We are Scientists (The need to escape wasn' that great, was it?)
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
An open letter to The Jelly Bean Factory.
Dear Jelly Bean Factory,
Having purchased several packs of your "gourment beans" for friends and one for myself, I felt the compulsion to share my feelings with you.
What a wide variety of flavours you offer! All the usual, strawberry, lemon and the like, ranging through to the original grape, cranberry, bubblegum and liquorice. Delightful. However, I can't help but feel you're making a lot of it up. Giving various beans different strange colours and non-distinct flavours, and naming it something exotic DOES NOT a gourment bean make.
Candy floss? Candy floss is just sugar. Jelly beans are flavoued sugar, essentially. So you're giving me sugar flavoured sugar.
Peachy pie. This should just be peach. You'd be on to something then - but the addition of "-y pie" allows you to get away with the fact it tastes nothing like peaches.
Café Latte. I like coffee. I like jelly beans. However, the concept of jellied coffee is as horrific in practice as it is in theory.
Cinammon. You went TOO far with the flavour this time. Its a quiet nasty. You chew it and think "mmm, this is a bit nice..." *chomp chomp*, and before you know it, your taste buds are taken over by a combination of vomit and Aftershock Red. Although, I'll grant that this is a natural and commonly occurring combination, but it isn't one I want replicated in a sweet.
Pina Colada. What a frigging cop-out. You market these things at children. Your target market have never tasted pina colada. Hell, I don't think even I have tasted pina colada. This has given you free rein to make it tast whichever way you want. It actually tastes like cat hair.
South seas kiwi. As opposed to a normal kiwi? Or an excuse to just colour a plain jelly bean snot-green?
Tangerine. Sod off, its the same as orange.
And my other gripe? Why do the nasty flavours go to the bottom of the tub, no matter what?
Yours sincerely,
Teresa Coyne
Having purchased several packs of your "gourment beans" for friends and one for myself, I felt the compulsion to share my feelings with you.
What a wide variety of flavours you offer! All the usual, strawberry, lemon and the like, ranging through to the original grape, cranberry, bubblegum and liquorice. Delightful. However, I can't help but feel you're making a lot of it up. Giving various beans different strange colours and non-distinct flavours, and naming it something exotic DOES NOT a gourment bean make.
Candy floss? Candy floss is just sugar. Jelly beans are flavoued sugar, essentially. So you're giving me sugar flavoured sugar.
Peachy pie. This should just be peach. You'd be on to something then - but the addition of "-y pie" allows you to get away with the fact it tastes nothing like peaches.
Café Latte. I like coffee. I like jelly beans. However, the concept of jellied coffee is as horrific in practice as it is in theory.
Cinammon. You went TOO far with the flavour this time. Its a quiet nasty. You chew it and think "mmm, this is a bit nice..." *chomp chomp*, and before you know it, your taste buds are taken over by a combination of vomit and Aftershock Red. Although, I'll grant that this is a natural and commonly occurring combination, but it isn't one I want replicated in a sweet.
Pina Colada. What a frigging cop-out. You market these things at children. Your target market have never tasted pina colada. Hell, I don't think even I have tasted pina colada. This has given you free rein to make it tast whichever way you want. It actually tastes like cat hair.
South seas kiwi. As opposed to a normal kiwi? Or an excuse to just colour a plain jelly bean snot-green?
Tangerine. Sod off, its the same as orange.
And my other gripe? Why do the nasty flavours go to the bottom of the tub, no matter what?
Yours sincerely,
Teresa Coyne
Welcome, 2009...
Come on in. Make yourself comfortable. Will you have a cup of tea? A biscuit, or slice of cake maybe? I've got Battenburg...
In my excitement of welcoming 2009, I didn't even notice 2008 leaving swoftly out the door. Didn't even finish his tea. I wasn't done with you, 2008. It disappeared far quicker than I expected. Thats ridiculous you say, its a defined amount of time, its a constant, how could it go faster or loiter like a sponger at the Luas stop?
All in all it was a good year. Many new friends were made, I got my course and realised (and more importantly, proved to my parents) that there is life after dropping out, whichever way you end up going about it. I learnt holding grudges just isn't worth it, and to forgive those truly sorry for their wrong-doings. I moved, yet again, and I'm starting to realise what it is I'm supposed to look out for when house hunting. Freezers, for example.
Only I didn't GO anywhere in '08. No holidays, weekend trips, nada. Sure there were trips to see friends, but nowhere new was ventured to. And I intend to fix that this year. I might just start small, go to the UK a few times. Listen to the West Country accent in Bristol and Bath should entertain me for a weekend. Wales is on the list, as is somewhere in Scotland. I won't be venturing to London. Far too obvious, and 11 years was quite enough for me. I'll get that far first, then decide where to next. Though I intend on going on a typical sun holiday. I've never done it, and while its not original, I need to get the urge to do it out of my system by washing it out with copious amounts of cheap spanish vodka. I know, i'm incredibly classy.
*insert standard 'how was christmas'/'was santa good to you' conversation here* I enjoyed christmas. Mostly for the non-christmas parts. I finally got to spend time with my family, most of all my sisters. What amazing people they are. 4 year olds obsessed with "How Clean Is Your House?", 9 year olds talking to christmas trees, and the teenager bringing home Fred from Scooby Doo. Meanwhile, my christmas morning was like waking up in a horror film, thanks to the infection in my back. I won't go into detail... I could only lie down for 3 days and eat a tin of roses. WHY have they changed the sweet wrappers?
I got the shittiest christmas present form Angela. Yes, dear, I am naming and shaming you. A Laundry basket. Not even one from Penneys that looks like a duck. I would have been quite content with that - I actually DO want one of those. But no, just a blue mesh basket. SHIT.
Angela;"But its the thought that counts!"
Teresa;"What the FUCK werre you thinking when you bought this?!"
Other than that, I got Mighty Boosh tickets :D and did a lot of nothing. Excellent. New years was a sober event for me, and I vow I will never again grace the doors of Nimmo's club in Clifden whilst sober EVER again. Ickity. Cattle market. And full of 'bad' drunks. The emotional ones, the fighting ones, the falling ones, the pervy schmeery ones, the ones with hands so shaky they couldn't win an egg-and-spoon race even if the egg and spoon were glued together. Even the fun drunks began to grate on me somewhat, but that was more a slight jealousy on my part.
So 2009 so far... I've returned to college, and delightfully found I haven't become as stupid as I though I might have. I went to the Mighty Boosh. My alcohol intake so far is one glass of wine with dinner. My friend is sleeping on my floor, and saving me from my own company. When he leaves, I fear for my sanity. Before christmas, I started finding my own company far too amusing. I also turned bisexual for a week, though I think that my painkillers were mucking with my brain, so I was eyeing up anyhting that moved, Holly Wiloughby and Man-From-Scouting-For-Girls to name a few. Though, you can't possibly argue the Holly thing.
Here's to making the most out of this year. Hold it hostage in your living room, but in a Stockholm-syndrome-inducing kinda way. Y'know, break out the nice biccies, the chocolate Kimberlys maybe. Give it the good chair. I'm sure its a kind old soul really.
Happy new year, one and all.
In my excitement of welcoming 2009, I didn't even notice 2008 leaving swoftly out the door. Didn't even finish his tea. I wasn't done with you, 2008. It disappeared far quicker than I expected. Thats ridiculous you say, its a defined amount of time, its a constant, how could it go faster or loiter like a sponger at the Luas stop?
All in all it was a good year. Many new friends were made, I got my course and realised (and more importantly, proved to my parents) that there is life after dropping out, whichever way you end up going about it. I learnt holding grudges just isn't worth it, and to forgive those truly sorry for their wrong-doings. I moved, yet again, and I'm starting to realise what it is I'm supposed to look out for when house hunting. Freezers, for example.
Only I didn't GO anywhere in '08. No holidays, weekend trips, nada. Sure there were trips to see friends, but nowhere new was ventured to. And I intend to fix that this year. I might just start small, go to the UK a few times. Listen to the West Country accent in Bristol and Bath should entertain me for a weekend. Wales is on the list, as is somewhere in Scotland. I won't be venturing to London. Far too obvious, and 11 years was quite enough for me. I'll get that far first, then decide where to next. Though I intend on going on a typical sun holiday. I've never done it, and while its not original, I need to get the urge to do it out of my system by washing it out with copious amounts of cheap spanish vodka. I know, i'm incredibly classy.
*insert standard 'how was christmas'/'was santa good to you' conversation here* I enjoyed christmas. Mostly for the non-christmas parts. I finally got to spend time with my family, most of all my sisters. What amazing people they are. 4 year olds obsessed with "How Clean Is Your House?", 9 year olds talking to christmas trees, and the teenager bringing home Fred from Scooby Doo. Meanwhile, my christmas morning was like waking up in a horror film, thanks to the infection in my back. I won't go into detail... I could only lie down for 3 days and eat a tin of roses. WHY have they changed the sweet wrappers?
I got the shittiest christmas present form Angela. Yes, dear, I am naming and shaming you. A Laundry basket. Not even one from Penneys that looks like a duck. I would have been quite content with that - I actually DO want one of those. But no, just a blue mesh basket. SHIT.
Angela;"But its the thought that counts!"
Teresa;"What the FUCK werre you thinking when you bought this?!"
Other than that, I got Mighty Boosh tickets :D and did a lot of nothing. Excellent. New years was a sober event for me, and I vow I will never again grace the doors of Nimmo's club in Clifden whilst sober EVER again. Ickity. Cattle market. And full of 'bad' drunks. The emotional ones, the fighting ones, the falling ones, the pervy schmeery ones, the ones with hands so shaky they couldn't win an egg-and-spoon race even if the egg and spoon were glued together. Even the fun drunks began to grate on me somewhat, but that was more a slight jealousy on my part.
So 2009 so far... I've returned to college, and delightfully found I haven't become as stupid as I though I might have. I went to the Mighty Boosh. My alcohol intake so far is one glass of wine with dinner. My friend is sleeping on my floor, and saving me from my own company. When he leaves, I fear for my sanity. Before christmas, I started finding my own company far too amusing. I also turned bisexual for a week, though I think that my painkillers were mucking with my brain, so I was eyeing up anyhting that moved, Holly Wiloughby and Man-From-Scouting-For-Girls to name a few. Though, you can't possibly argue the Holly thing.
Here's to making the most out of this year. Hold it hostage in your living room, but in a Stockholm-syndrome-inducing kinda way. Y'know, break out the nice biccies, the chocolate Kimberlys maybe. Give it the good chair. I'm sure its a kind old soul really.
Happy new year, one and all.
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