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Things Wot I Learned Last Night [20100124|12:40]
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
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  1. Never go round to my friends' house saying to myself, "Ooh, I'm a bit tired. I'm not going to drink much or play this new game they've got."
  2. Because I will then make my way through an entire bottle of fizz and play Band Hero for five straight hours.
  3. I don't actually know all the words to that many songs. What I do know is the chorus, and all the rest of it is "La la la lalala la."
  4. In fact, the only song I can sing nearly note-perfect on the default version of Band Hero is "Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence. This is simultaneously kind of cool, because it's difficult, and deeply embarrassing, because it makes it blatantly obvious that my inner teenage goth is still alive and kicking.
  5. This is not the worst of the embarrassment, however. Because the two other songs to which I knew most of the words were "Pretty Woman" by Roy Orbison...
  6. ...and "Wannabe", by The Spice Girls.


I think I might have to wear the Cone of Shame for the rest of the day.

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[User Picture]From: anthrokeight
2010-01-25 18:38 (UTC)
If I looked as cute as this dog does in a cone of shame, I'd wear it everyday.

I made up a diabetic's version of Wannabe at summer camp one year and got a standing ovation. It was one of my finest camp counselor moments. Speaking of cones of shame.
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2010-01-26 10:28 (UTC)
That's not shameful, that's creative genius. Can you remember the words?
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[User Picture]From: anthrokeight
2010-01-31 19:58 (UTC)
It was 10 years ago, and yes, I can. (Cone of shame again.)

Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna cure for Type I.

If you wanna be my doctor, you gotta get with my friends.
Management lasts forever blood sugar never ends,
If you wanna be my doctor, you have got to give,
Diabetes isn't easy, but that's the way it is.

So here's a story from A to Z, you wanna get with me
you gotta listen carefully,
We got test strips in the place who likes it in your face,
We got insulin in the syringe
A low A1c doesn't come for free,
and as for me, ha you'll see,
Glucose coming down and wind it all around,
Glucose coming down and wind it all around.

If you wanna be my doctor (etc).

Which, if you read it and don't know much about diabetes, I imagine makes as much sense as the original song does.

I remember borrowing a rave-ey looking hat with bunny ears on it from someone, and having that as my Ginger Spice costume. The other counselors wore similarly doofy outfits. There's no easier way to impress a crowd of pre-teens and adolescents than co-opting popular song lyrics. I only regret never having done something with Gin and Juice (Graham Crackers and Juice would probably have worked well.)

We also took the drinking game One Hen, Two Ducks and re-did it as One Nurse, Two Duffs (the duff is the middle person in the canoe.)
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