soundczechfic | are you there god? it's me, your elevator.

When I got into my lift this afternoon it was speaking to me. I'd already started staring into the mirror inside, like I always do, trying to fix my hair and make my ugly jeans more presentable, so hearing someone speak to me kind of scared the shit out of me.

Disembodied voice: Hello?
Me: ! ....
DV: Hello?
Me: ... Hello...

I didn't even know my lift had this kind of capability. It's the oldest lift ever and doesn't work about 40% of the time. The building is only five stories including the basement, so it's not as if it has a heavy work load.

DV: Is anyone there?
Me: Why is my lift speaking to me...
DV: Hello? Hello? Hello?
Me: HELLO?
DV: OH! Is this WestCorp management...?
Me: No...
DV: I'm from Telstra, I'm calling to review this account.
Me: I... I just live in this building, I got into my lift...
DV: Pardon?
Me: I'm a resident in this building. I got in my lift and it started speaking to me.
DV: I called a lift?
Me: Yes...
DV: ...
Me: Maybe you could call back later...

Apparently WestCorp is my body corporate. I am completely unaware of these things. At first when she said WestCorp management I thought she said LexCorp and wondered if Sam had somehow set up a seriously elaborate prank.

I met up with

giantessmess today and dragged her around on various errands as usual. At one point this woman came up to me and put her hand on my arm and I shrieked aloud in surprise and terror and it turned out to be an old high school friend's mother. Why is my life so incredibly humiliating. She asked me questions about what I was doing and I had to admit the humiliating truth that I am doing absolutely nothing. Then she asked me questions about high school friends and I was like, "um..." because I barely ever speak to anyone and had only the most basic facts about their lives. I am a horrible friend. Her daughter is overseas right now but I'd barely spoken to her for a year before she left anyway. Lately I've been dreaming about old friends a lot though. I had this dream that my family had a holiday apartment on an island and I went there with these two friends I had when I was twelve, and couldn't find my keys. It wasn't a very exciting dream, but when I woke up I felt really weird about it.

We went to this shop in Chinatown where they sell a lot of, idk, standard Asian shit and stationary covered in anime characters and dvds and vcds. There were all these photocards,

giantessmess seemed really intrigued by them.

GM: Who are they, anyway?
Me: Like I'd know... oh wait, that's F4. They were in this Taiwanese drama, Meteor Garden, based on a manga I've read, Hana Yori Dango.
GM: ...
Me: :(

Then one of the songs from One Litre of Tears started playing and I nearly shrieked aloud. This is the same store Sam and I dragged her high school BFF through that time I met her. I've had a lot of really embarrassing moments in that store.

The other day I had to use my old notebook for something. In the front is some seriously horrid poetry. I opened the notebook and just stared at it. I would like to pretend this shit is from when I was like fourteen, but I was 18. This is the notebook I took to Greece when I went there after finishing high school. I thought I was so deep.

Walls stretch high above me
endless
in their stone confidence.
Their unshakable trust
in their own timeless beauty
frightens me, the
short and transient girl.
Here for but a moment -
A gunshot, a violent flash
of high beam headlights -
before snapping away
to nothing.
I am there, I am
here, but I
am never still.
Kinetic, frenetic, I
am but a moment's breath.
I am a butterfly flapping its wings.
I am the beating heart of a hummingbird.
Next to the ageless stretch of this cave,
I am nothing but a memory.
-14/12/02

My hands are tied
Into your fantasy
Of the way life should be.

Words are words.
A picture says exactly what it should.
To you,

Life is always
Exactly as it seems.
Open

Your foolish, hopeful eyes
And see,
Life is what it's meant to be.

Behind every word is a motive
And a story of a journey
And every picture is a moment

Fraudulent in passing time
Showing something
That was never really there at all.

Or there for that single,
Fleeting, fluttering,
Futile instant,

And then gone,
Swept away to the thick
And heavy quicksand

Of passing months and
Days and minutes.
Years.

Time passes and changes everything.
Today my words are honest,
But tomorrow shall make me a liar.

I just want to go back in time and tell myself to lighten the fuck up. Or, if I was going to be angsty, to at least try and make sense. Those are possibly the least embarrassing examples in the book, if that tells you something. It's weird not to be a teenager anymore because for so long after I turned 20 I still felt like I was, but now it feels as though years have passed and I am old already, wrinkles spreading out beside my eyes and arthritis knotting my knuckles together. I mean that's total bullshit, I'm only 22, but you know. It's weird to look at teenagers and think about how young they are.

Current Mood: bored

Threaded | Flat

From:

samenashi.livejournal.com

I thought she said LexCorp and wondered if Sam had somehow set up a seriously elaborate prank.

I WISH. :( It's been too long since I played a horrible joke on you.

From:

friendly.livejournal.com

A gunshit, a violent flash

THE TYPO MAKES IT FUNNIER STILL oh it hurts

and i know what you mean about the age thing. i'm 23 and i feel so freaking old; hard to believe how little the high school kids are these days. we were that little only six years ago. wwwwwwwwwwhat.

From:

unrequitedangst.livejournal.com

Your poetry. I'm laughing so hard. Ask Sam to show you some of the stuff I wrote Back in the Day, she managed to track it down and now she has been mocking me about it constantly. She laughs at my preteen angst. T_T

I know what you mean about age, though, it really weirds me out. Sometimes I tutor high schoolers and they always ask me questions about how to get into a Good Uni (TM) in this hushed, awed voice of total respect because they're in high school and I'm this strange creature to them because I go to college. I'm only two or three years older than most of them. It's really depressing, because the only thing I want to do is just tell them to slow down and the fact that I even want to say that makes me feel like I should be creaking around and angrily waving a cane.

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giantessmess.livejournal.com

Oh my god, the craziest things happen to you. The lift call is hilarious! I want a lift to call me.

I'm lurking on a european Blythe board right now. I don't know why it's so fascinating. If I tried to explain it it would be a bit like you explaining F4 ;p - Pages and pages of people discussing how they got into dolly collecting/who their favourite doll is/blah blah blah.

I wish I had lots of money so I could buy a giant whateverthehellitscalled bread cartoon toy. Dad was impressed by the mushrooms, but said something dorky like 'should have told me earlier, you could have put it in
to my miso soup!' when I told him about the evil shiitake mushroom.

I hate bumping into people like that. so much. I just remembered a recent occurance. mum bumped into a friend's mother, and she was asking lots of arsehollic questions about me - about jobs. and boyfriends. Lack of subtlety. Sometimes wanker-ish people like trying to give mum shit/pity about having a dykey daughter, and expect her to be traumatised by it. Mum's responses are like whatserface on queer as folk. (debbie? Michael's mum)
God I wish I didn't live so close to my old school.

You'll never see any of my old poetry. or new poetry. never writing it again. stupid subject.

Long comment time.

Fanfic. Be afraid.
(god. my fanfic is so lame looking back. ugh. If you laugh, I'll kill you)

baby snark - http://community.livejournal.com/femslash100/134164.html#cutid1

Creepy possession/slight smut Olivia/Mariska. you were warned. - http://community.livejournal.com/ob_fangrrl/197094.html

Oliska snark - http://community.livejournal.com/ob_fangrrl/215411.html

There's more. and one is brilliant. But too smutty, and I'm shy, and it's Julie's fault (I wrote it to get her to notice me. I'm sad).

Alex/Olivia badfic - http://community.livejournal.com/ob_fangrrl/218708.html

The rest requires too much explaination of the fandom context, and you'll be aall WTF???
I'll share this one anyway - http://community.livejournal.com/lawandorderfic/95611.html
There's one where Alex comes back from Witness Protection angst hell to find Olivia died while she was gone. Then Olivia's ghost possesses Casey so she can sleep with Alex. Alex freaks out because it's sexual assault on Casey. And it gets more angsty and fucked up and badly-edited. I became slightly nototious because of it. *nerd pride*
God you're a bad influence on me, I haven't thought of fanfic in ages.

oh, and Casey is the crap new lawyer character they brought in to replace Alex. She is the object of much hatred by some fans (what? not me).

From:

altricial.livejournal.com

RSDTHDTHDJTDFJYF THE LIFT. HOW AWESOME.

From:

molt

The other day I was on Skype with like five people, and by this point we weren't really talking, just occasionally mumbling things, and suddenly I heard someone go "Hello..." and I freaked out. I told the people I was talking to, and one of them said it might be a ghost. I thought it was a pretty ridiculous idea, but I still looked behind me, just to check...I'm really gullible.

I probably have embarrassing poetry somewhere. Probably from this year, lol.

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one-if-by-land.livejournal.com

cathy told me yesterday how hyd is apparently the new "it" in china, and I was like, "...? but didn't it air two years ago? oh, well, I guess hyd2 aired a couple months ago for the winter season in japan."

and then we both sat awkwardly in silence while I hated myself a little.

all the songs from one litre of tears make me cry. :( ryo apparently sang konayuki at a concert as;dfkj I want the rip so badly. I don't want to grow any older, what if I never mature. ;_;

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storyteller.livejournal.com

k;skld all of my poetry is still embarrassing, but hey, I enjoy writing it (and that's what counts!), but a month or two ago, my sister found a notebook of mine from when I was fourteen and living the ~goth~ lifestyle (thus, most of my poetry was about mutilation, babies eating their way out of their mothers, cannibalism, apocalypse &etc) and she read it at poetry night at the local coffee house, hoping to impress the boy she was with.

I was so mortified. I just. In Public. Can't even imagine the reaction of the other people. Unless they were all scenesters or emo-things. idk.

Growing up is so hard. I think these years in between "Real" adults and ... I guess "students" are pretty awkward. Not that there are years in life where things aren't awkward. Just, you're supposed to have your Plan realized by now, and I still feel like I'm in the center of a spider's web and each strand looks equally unappealing since eventually I'm going to get stuck and eaten by a spider so why don't I stay here in the center. Maybe, by some miracle someone will come to save me if I stay there, like a bird or something. Of course then, why couldn't they save me if I start moving down a path? But then it's the same conundrum -- which path? You lose certain opportunities if you choose. If you stay still, there are still those infinite possibilities. Kind of like having a million dollars and once you start spending, your funds decrease for each thing you buy, so you'd want to be really careful and make sure you get things that are worth the money, worth more than the money you're losing. But if you just keep the money and do nothing, you can dream and dream of all the beautiful things you could have.

OKAY, sorry for that, I'm partially drugged up on cold meds, but mostly just rambling about my own insecurities, sorry for the selfishness, I think I was trying to be empathetic or something.... :((

P.S. your elevator story is really, really cool. :)

From:

attics.livejournal.com

I've been marathon watching the early seasons of the X Files and my first reaction was to laugh at the special effects but now I'm suddenly freaked out by everything. Strange noises outside my window. I think if an elevator started talking to me I could genuinely have a panic attack.