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From Anastasia:IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD YOUR SOUNDTRACK BE?
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..
Opening Credits:
I'm alright, Jars of Clay ("It was the fear of God that led me to you, and it's the fear of you that takes getting used to")
Waking Up:
Consume Me, DC talk ("lovely dreaming, I immerse myself in you")
First Day At School:
Friend is a Four Letter Word, Cake (Uh-Oh)
Falling In Love:
Dumb Submarine, Geggy Tah ("If this is the age of communication, why do I feel lost in isolation?")
Breaking Up:
Only Wanna Be With You, Hootie and the Blowfish
Prom:
Some Kind of Zombie, Audio Adrenialine (This one cracked me up!)
Life's OK:
She Don't Use Jelly, Ben Folds Five
Mental Breakdown:
Palm of Your Hand, Cake (Nice!)
Driving:
Shall We Join the Ladies?, Michael Feinstein
Flashback:
The Guitar Man, Cake
Getting Back Together:
Wheels, Cake (Oh, no!)
Wedding:
Let us Love and Sing and Wonder, Jars of Clay
Birth of Child:
Extra Savoir Faire, They Might Be Giants
Final Battle:
Jealousy, James Iha
Death Scene:
Mr. Jones, Counting Crows
Funeral Song:
Never Bow Down, Third Day
End Credits:
Divorce, Burlap to Cashmere ("Now I have seen the better days, and I am through."
:: submitted by Jenevieve, 10:17 AM
id="comments">2 Comments:
I love how every other one is Cake. That's why we're friends, Jeni...
:)
Bianca, at 9:15 PM
:)
That's cool... but, yet, where is your indelible SOUL going after you leave your mortal body (our physical bodies decompose)? Find-out where we went...
As a writer of the sassy, savvy, insane yooFEMisms we A-L-L go through in this finite existence, I as well as you gotta lotta angst, too, and the synonymous metaphors which shall creeep stealthily across thy brain like the vivid, brazen dawn are the cohesion which brings U.S. together, girl.
So, see if you cannot subliminally 'read-between-the-lines' or VERBUM SAT SAPIENTI (Latin: words to the wise): here's summore symbiotically-explosive-coolness done in sardonic satires when we passed-away:
Here's what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you' -the Infant Jesus of Prague.
Go git'm, girl. You're incredible.
See you Upstairs...
thesuperseedoftime.blogspot.com
Unknown, at 3:15 PM
As a writer of the sassy, savvy, insane yooFEMisms we A-L-L go through in this finite existence, I as well as you gotta lotta angst, too, and the synonymous metaphors which shall creeep stealthily across thy brain like the vivid, brazen dawn are the cohesion which brings U.S. together, girl.
So, see if you cannot subliminally 'read-between-the-lines' or VERBUM SAT SAPIENTI (Latin: words to the wise): here's summore symbiotically-explosive-coolness done in sardonic satires when we passed-away:
Here's what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you' -the Infant Jesus of Prague.
Go git'm, girl. You're incredible.
See you Upstairs...
thesuperseedoftime.blogspot.com
