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8:08 PM - Monday, Dec. 12, 2005 Hello all, Warcrygirl here. The glorious GoingLoopy asked me to guest blog and I thought I'd better get it done before You see, I'm in a bit of a dry spell/busy time right now. But then again, I guess everyone is busy this time of year. I have things to blog about, I just can't get them onto paper. Or cyberspace, or whatever. Don't get technical with me, buster! I don't really have just three favorite songs; I like so much music it would be impossible to list all of my faves, hence the reason it's taken me so long to post. The topic was 3 fave songs and their special meanings; my three songs are "Don't You Forget About Me" by Simple Minds, "Heart of the Matter" by Don Henley and "Silent Lucidity" by Queensryche. And if that short list isn't a testament to my musical eclectiveness I don't know what is. Halfway through my junior year in high school I moved away from So Cal, 3,000 miles away, to be exact. Not only did I move away from the only world I'd ever known I moved in with my maternal grandparents. Talk about culture shock; I went from being ignored to being watched like a hawk. The day I left CA was my best friend's birthday: February 14th so it was like a double whammy. One of the songs that were popular at that particular time was "Don't You Forget About Me" and even though it was meant to be a love song I adopted it as my own little theme song while I plotted my escape from the clutches of my parents. I kid, moving in with them was the best thing that could have happened to me at that time and I love them for putting up with my teenaged shit. "Heart of the Matter" came into my life right as I was breaking up with Live-In Boyfriend #1. I nicknamed him DickNose after the break up but I may as well use his name: Pete. It's not like he's smart enough to use a computer, anyway. Even though I'm sure he was cheating on me (and laughing at me for thinking so) I'm glad I dated him. Why you ask, since he does indeed sound like a royal dicknose? Many reasons, one of which is he taught me to have fun in bed. Yeah, I said that. You see, I was sexually abused as a child and when I became sexually active as an adult I viewed sex as something to get done and over with. I always seemed to be in such a big hurry I wasn't really enjoying myself. Wow, what a concept! Foreplay for us would be a half hour of giggling and babytalk, then we'd get busy with what most couples would consider foreplay. Our roomate always knew when we were going to get down and get funky because he'd hear us laughing in our bedroom. Of course, he was too selfish and I was too immature to keep that relationship going for long. Later on I would adopt his selfish attitude after breaking up with Live-In Boyfriend #2 (Psycho Italian) but that's another blog entry. "Silent Lucidity" came around right after my Grandfather died. In the last two years I've been blogging I've tried several times to write about how much he meant to me but everytime I've done so I've ended up sitting in front of my computer sobbing. One of these days I'll be able to write how I feel (hell, I write about everything else) but for now I'll just have to leave you with the lyrics (for those of you unfamiliar with the song): Hush now don't you cry
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