what does your username mean?

my name jetblack is a song from the band thursday

 

I
am
a
Peach


simple as that.

 

Mine is after my black fluffy cat Luna. She's my luv cat cause I love her so.....

 

well let's see here... I'm a pisces, and I dream, often to the point where I lose track of reality. I believe that kind of a dream is a delusion, and so these are my delusions, and I am a piscean.

this is my online identity, my website, the name I use when I sign guestbooks and everything else because it is who I am.

I also go by sevenrites and have for about ten years now. seven has always been my lucky number, and lots of things in my life revolved around this number. My first, middle and last name all have seven letters in them, and I was born in '77.

A rite, or ritual for me is writing, and there are many others, so sevenrites summed it up pretty nicely for me.

 

my name is Deirdre...which means sorrow...but my good friend clint, this mad australian chap, started callin me Didge a few years ago.

sure yaz can let it mean whatever yaz want!

sounds like tis short for didgerydoo,..which i reckon would fit in wit da australian thing.

i donno.

 

Because I'm a longhair, like the character Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod and think that Adrian Paul is a real hottie !

 

*sigh.... I want to marry him!


Anyway... the first two letters of both my first and last name are "Ha," and I guess I'm a happy kid, so all my friends called me Haha in school (or Marilyn...)... on top of that, I am a girl.... Haha was taken when I first registered....so I came up with HappyHahaGirl. And I like it!

 

lol um 'Z' just cause its how i sign emails n texts n stuff lol, and the Xs caus it wouldnt let me have a one letter name

 

Hahaha, somone was telling me about that book the other week!

Xiola was a beautiful and talented girl who died of a heroin overdose when she was 19, so my name is in remeberance of her...we all have a Xiola.


Letters To Xiola
How great it would be
If the sun lost all responsibility
And left us here
For me, the days become an excuse
But I too have found a way of not waking up
I've been asleep now for days, and days, and days
I feel as if I'm sitting in an open box car
And it's heading out of town
It looks like the inside of a prison cell
I'm scared
And excited
My days and my dreams have never known each other so well
In the course of my day, I have no idea where I'm going
But in my dreams, no matter where I end up, as soon as sleep rolls over me,
I sneak out and head downtown
My dreams allow me to cheat
My dreams punish me
They're so vivid, I see pictures so clear,
It would be forgery to paint them
I hear songs as clear as a summer radio
Songs that pass the time
As the boxcar heads south
I woke up in the late afternoon
On a day like this, I wonder if you age less, because you didn't use all of it
You see, if that's so, you should be able to live twice as long
As anyone else, just by waking up at four o'clock in the afternoon
Turn on the late-afternoon TV
There's all the career school commercials,
Drug addict and alcohol rehabilitation commercials
And I think to myself,
Gee, I'd like to have a drink and get high
Then the phone rings
But I don't answer it, cause I don't care who it is
I don't got anything I want to talk about
I remember when you used to call
Remember?
You'd always say,
Oh, we're going to famous
That's how you always end the conversation
An inspirational message
It was okay between the two of us, it was funny you know, but
Inspirational messages always seem the most possible
When you're totally wasted
What do I need?
What is going to bring me around?
It's not listening to ex-drug addicts
I know for a fact all drug addicts are liars
I get off on athletes when they start getting all inspirational
Then they gotta go and mention Jesus and ruin it
Weight loss commercials are pretty good, you know
Some forty-year old lady who's lost eighty-five pounds
And I look at her, and I think,
She could not possibly have more guts than I do
Books
The Bible's never really done it for me
Being an extremist, I've always thought it was just too popular
There's a paper in Los Angeles called the Recycler
The Recycler has given me a lot of inspiration
I remember when I first moved here, and the determination that I had
To get a job, and find a band
Get an apartment
You know, if only I had a cool apartment
I'll save every penny and I'll buy myself some equipment
Always just two or three steps behind happiness
It's too bad they don't do centerfolds or cover stories
I'd kinda like to be on the cover of the Recycler
I had no friends at the time
All my friends now are drug addicts
I don't believe I would ever wish that I had no friends
You never met Bernice or Alfred
They're a couple that have been through thick and are now very thin
Bernice is usually in a better mood than I am when I see her
She lives on the street
She's an adorable Mexican girl
It seems like, if you were to take her home and scrub her up,
She'd probably start singing and become America's sweetheart
Alfred sits on the curb and reads
He reads more than I do
I like to believe it's because he's got more time
Last dream I had, I drove downtown, and I just stayed there
Hung out with Alfred
We both sat on the curb, talking all sour over current events
While Bernice and Casey hustled up the business
Yeah, adding up credit with Kiko
It amazes me how little difference there is between me and Alfred
And Bernice and Casey
As far as I can see, the only difference is that,
Right now, we're making our rent
I remember something about a boxcar
Inside of it, there was something on the wall
Bernice loves Alfred
Hey, I got another one for you
All men are created with equal time
Father Time has got to be the richest make-belive individual
That never lived
A man that knows what to do with his time
Is a man, I guess, that's up in the front of the line
In the course of the day, a man can make three phone calls,
And make three thousand dollars
Another man can curl up his bicep for three hours,
And he can puff up his arm three inches
And another man can stand on the corner, chasing down cars for three hours,
And end up with three spoons' credit with Kiko
Me, I spend days on end trying to come up with a three-minute poem
That's gonna mean something to somebody
And I've never been satisfied
Maybe I should try scrubbing up Bernice
--Perry Farrell

 

omg angel youre hot! too bad youre married

 

My username means 'birds that migrate' or something similar.
Some birds (not all of them) do migrate to warmer parts of the world in the winter.
'bird_migration' itself implies multiple birds that migrate, but also just one bird can migrate, which usually does not happen since birds tend to migrate 'en masse'.

Love, bird.

 

My real name is jennifer and I was 19 when I cam to the hippy site. the old one I mean.

 

You had a chance to upgrade your name on the new hipfora, Jenny.

 

My screen name comes from a line by William Blake "if the doors of perception are cleansed, then everything would appear to man as it is, infinite." Also its a Book by Aldous Huxley.

My old screen name on the old Hip forums site was alteredstatesofmind. Altered states is one of my favorite movies.

 

I know

 

i took my screen name from the beck song nitemare hippy girl off of the mellow gold album. some of the song lyrics reminded me of myself...the girl sounds sort of complicated and contradictory and moody.

here are the lyrics

she took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
she's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
a beaded necklace and a bottle of gin
she's a nightmare hippy girl
with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
she's a whimsical, tragical beauty
self-conscious and a little bit moody
it's a new age let-down in my face
she's so spaced out and there ain't no space
she's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
I'm caught in a vortex, she's changin' my style
she's a nightmare hippy girl
with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
she's a whimsical, tragical beauty
uptight and a little bit snooty
... oh, oh, oh ...
she's a magical, sparklin' tease
she's a rainbow chokin'' the breeze
yo, she's bustin' out onto the scene
with nightmare bogus poetry
she's a melted avocado on the shelf
she's the science of herself
she's spazzing out on a cosmic level
and she's meditating with the devil
she's cooking salad for breakfast
she's got tofu the size of Texas
she's a witness to her own glory
she's a never-ending story
she's a frolicking depression
she's a self-inflicted obsession
she's got a thousand lonely husbands
she's playin' footsie in another dimension
she's a goddess milking her time for all that it's worth

 

Mine comes from my favourite Beatles song, "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds", I'm sure you all know that. I often get compliments on my big sad eyes, and I've also been blessed with Synesthesia. This means my senses are all mixed up; for example, I associate sounds and colours -I see sounds and hear colours. I guess my mind is like a big kaleidoscope.

There are already two other girls with the same nickname, but I don't mind. There was another AppleScruff when I logged in as AppleScruff909 (the union of a George Harrison and a Beatles song). Instant Karma

 

Well, my real name is Alison. That comes from Alice, so I kinda formed it into Ellis...

 

"What does my username mean?"

I'll let my favorite super hero take this one

 

My mom has cirrhosis.

And because, for some reason, HipForums never sent the authorization e-mail when I registered as Clockwork, I chose my second option.