I miss having a computer that can play music. (something is terribly wrong with mine, as it will not put out any sound whatsoever. Wah)
I could never listen to my music during the day or when my sister was in the room (she HATES my music and I am beginning to think I should have beaten her as a small child or done something to establish some sort of dominance, since she always gets her way in terms of music. I'm surprised I've held onto my "NO CONCERTS" convictions for this long), but at least most of the time at night I could. Well, when my relatives weren't in town. And if Gabriel was asleep. So really it was more like half an hour every week or so, but still. Nyah. I miss it.
I heard half of this song on the radio... not sure who it was, but it sounded like Alanis Morisette. All I can remember of the lyrics are as follows (the chorus):
Now flash forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
I have honored your request for silence
And you have washed your hands clean of this
Okay, searched. It IS Alanis Morisette.
The instant I get to a computer that can play music AND lacks this cursed firewall that I've got at school, I will download the song. It's "Hands Clean".
... And when I get my precious back, I WILL manage to sneak it into the AudioGalaxy queue, even if I have to delete the 50-odd songs Nicole's always got lined up. EVERY LAST ONE. *hiss* She can survive without every last fucking emo/punk/ska song on the planet. I'm starting to get really sick of listening to pretty much nothing but what she likes. And I swear one of these days I will hide that cursed CD case of hers and make her listen to my Celine Dion, my Mariah Carey, my FIN.K.L., my Utada Hikaru, my Savage Garden as many times as I have been forced to listen to her Saves the Day, her Dashboard Confessional, her Get-Up Kids, her Alkaline Trio, her Weezer, and all the other bands who have maybe one song I sort of like, though I wind up having memorized every single song they've ever played.
(Her musical snobbery and complete lack of tact/respect for the tastes of others is really starting to wear on my nerves. Can you tell?)