3D Material
June 2010
stress induced.
- ZACH:
- You know, if you had the option of speaking in rhymes all day or speaking in puns, which one would you take?
- Before you answer, special condition
- The doctor calls that day and wants to discuss your mother's very serious illness
- Oh yeah, your mother has an illness that is serious
- MEGAN:
- hmm. well, you can sometimes get away with puns, cause the unedumacated don't always catch on, but that might be the case with a doctor, so...
- ZACH:
- If you want a loophole, you can just talk in an overly long rhyming structure so it's not as obvious
- MEGAN:
- true.
- and speaking in rhyme seems like it could be passed off as a stress induced tick.
- ZACH:
- Best
- tick
- ever
- MEGAN:
- haha.
- my thought exactly.
The Strokes: You Only Live Once
Ooooooooh Ooooh Ooooh
Some people think they’re always right
Others are quiet and uptight
Others they seem so very nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice…(oh-ho)
Inside they might feel sad and wrong (oh no)
Twenty-nine different attributes
Only seven that you like (uh oh)
Twenty ways to see the world (oh-ho)
Twenty ways to start a fight (oh-ho)
Oh don’t, don’t, don’t get up
Sh-sh-sh-sh-I can’t see the sunshine
I’ll be waiting for you, baby
Cause I’m through
Sit me down
Shut me up
I’ll calm down
And I’ll get along with you
ooooooo-ooooooo-oooooh
Oh, men don’t notice what they got
Oh, women think of that a lot…
A thousand ways to please your man (oh-ho)
Not even one requires a plan (I know)
And countless odd religions, too
It doesn’t matter which you choose (oh no)
One stubborn way to turn your back (oh-ho)
This I’ve tried and now refuse (oh-ho)
Oh don’t, don’t, don’t get up
Sh-sh-sh-sh-I can’t see the sunshine
Oh, I’ll be waiting for you, baby
Cause I’m through
Sit me down
Shut me up
I’ll calm down
And I’ll get along with you
Alright
Shut me up
Shut me up
And I’ll get along with you
seven colors flashing in your eyes.
i feel ‘fluttery’ today, and i can’t stop smiling.
it’s ridiculous. nothing fantastic happened, and i’m crazy stressed, but i’m feeling peppy as hell.
i’m mean for god’s sake, my heart is fluttering in my chest. FLUTTERING.
it must be nerves. i have to give a 30 minute speech tomorrow, and i haven’t even written it yet. ffffff me.
but that doesn’t make sense, because i’m happy.
who knows, maybe i finally lost my mind.
wouldn’t surprise me.
