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Jan. 28th, 2004 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantmy pms brain is in Schitzophrenic Radio Station Syndrome mode. i think it's getting worse. it sounds like this, but you should add in a constant stream of other fragments of songs and radio news segments that are too too brief to be captured in words:
my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard / do you love me? (do you love me?) do you love me? / this i swear / six five seven five three oh ni-iii-iine / mcdonalds ba da ba ba da / [obscure unintelligble fake pop song from final fantasy x-2] / and they're like it's better than yours / bang down flip it and reverse it / where do i start where do i begin /
it goes like that all day. also, whenever i close my eyes i see frantic hungry fish from the insaniquarium game on popcap games and oh my god i can't feed them and the robot monster keeps shooting them with rockets!!
it gets to the point where a radio station can compete with a tv in the next room, a song in my head, a to-do list, my dream from last night with the dean cain/dennis lehane musical (featuring: the old navy rockettes!), and my brain will actually track each of these things carefully and start cataloguing new connections between them all (thus making brain radio channel-flipping more chaotic and yet somehow efficient). i can sing the spelling of the words on the shampoo bottle to the tune of the npr theme song while typing the letters on my soapy scalp! fun maybe, but not useful.
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does this happen to anyone else? normally my brain stays pretty quiet and calm except for this one pms schitzophrenic brain radio week. i'll admit i do the spelling-obscure-words thing on normal days, too, but minus the song and the shampoo. hmm.
my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard / do you love me? (do you love me?) do you love me? / this i swear / six five seven five three oh ni-iii-iine / mcdonalds ba da ba ba da / [obscure unintelligble fake pop song from final fantasy x-2] / and they're like it's better than yours / bang down flip it and reverse it / where do i start where do i begin /
it goes like that all day. also, whenever i close my eyes i see frantic hungry fish from the insaniquarium game on popcap games and oh my god i can't feed them and the robot monster keeps shooting them with rockets!!
it gets to the point where a radio station can compete with a tv in the next room, a song in my head, a to-do list, my dream from last night with the dean cain/dennis lehane musical (featuring: the old navy rockettes!), and my brain will actually track each of these things carefully and start cataloguing new connections between them all (thus making brain radio channel-flipping more chaotic and yet somehow efficient). i can sing the spelling of the words on the shampoo bottle to the tune of the npr theme song while typing the letters on my soapy scalp! fun maybe, but not useful.
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does this happen to anyone else? normally my brain stays pretty quiet and calm except for this one pms schitzophrenic brain radio week. i'll admit i do the spelling-obscure-words thing on normal days, too, but minus the song and the shampoo. hmm.
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Date: 2004-01-29 07:39 am (UTC)i'm with you.
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Date: 2004-01-29 07:54 am (UTC)yup. like that. a fucking disco from hell. you know what makes it even worse? those compilation cd commercials where they segue between like 239857928 songs in 30 seconds? and then my brain starts treating the montage like one song, so the sampled-song becomes a real song within my shitty brain radio sampling nonsense.