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I have no idea what to say here. I guess at some point I'll put something cool here, but till then..
PAJAMAS <3 |
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July 2004 |
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Yeah I'm back sorta. In case you didn't realize, in the past... year I became progressively more anti-social for various reasons. At first I was just busy, and kinda depressed about leaving school. Then I became absorbed in a lot of stuff going on (health, family, friendships, etc.) which really sorta tore things up. After all that settled, I became somewhat impatient and annoyed with everybody and everything, and spent most of my time by myself (which I didn't mind at all). Then, once again, I became very busy. I remain kinda busy but now I feel a lot more willing to hang out and "reconcile" with the people I haven't seen for a long time. Those of you who are still in contact with me know that I have changed a lot (much for the better IMO).
I'm switching journals pretty soon, but I won't use my journal as a means of chronicling every detail my subjective and meager teenage existence. I'll update people on big stuff and use it as a means of communication.
My new journal is
sporkubus
so go there and add me if you like, and comment after I post my first post. (Very soon). current mood: chipper current music: Dimmu Borgir
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I love Arch Enemy. Now time to make a random music-related post that nobody is going to read! :) The other day I heard Nightwish's new album, ONCE, for the first time. The promo kinda sucks because halfway through all the songs they have a voice announcing the name of the song and the album, but the music itself is a step up from Century Child in MOST places. Rather than give a track by track analysis, I'll briefly state that NEMO, the first single of the album, is my favorite song, and I WISH I HAD AN ANGEL, the slated second single, sucks. A lot. That is definitely the worst track on the album and probably the worst song they've ever done. But the whole album is better than Century Child even though its nowhere near Wishmaster or Oceanborn. Oh well. Besides that, here is my current hard drive full album and single collection, not including my unsorted files. ( Read more... )current mood: bouncy current music: arch enemy - exist to exit
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So naturally, we can assume that there are three "most annoying things in the world" that nobody EVER wants to happen to them, under any circumstances. These things are so bad, even the Christian martyrs would have rather forsaken their beliefs than deal with these. 1. Having NOTHING but Bjork songs stuck in your head on a rotational basis. 2. Getting a zit between your eyes, on the bridge of your nose. 3. Having to take the SAT in less than a week when you suck at SAT math. Yes, all these things are currently happening to me. But the Bjork song one is definitely the worst. When I went to bed last night, I had the "I thought I could organize freedom..." part of Hunter stuck in my head. Then, halfway through trying to fall asleep, the chorus of Hyper-ballad started playing between my ears. Upon waking this morning, the first thing I found myself thinking was "...he's venus as a boy". BLEH! And I try to get other songs stuck in my head (I even listened to Tori Amos' Under the Pink like, 10 times!) but it just ain't working :( That'll show me for watching the Volumen DVD like, 9 times in a row yesterday. I'll give it 3 days before I just cut my brain out. Until then... *gives self morphine shots* current mood: blah current music: HE'S VENUS AS A BOY *recoils in horror*
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...but oh well. Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er stept'st aside; And I am trapp'd - A distance there is... None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof; Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be - I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear; Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence, Yet thou let'st thy lass into peril - Thou let'st me be parched; My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hued damask. When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!" thou sayest - There I soon am to be - But how am I to run when my bones, my heart Thou hast me bereaft - But run thou sayest; I run - And there and then I behold that a time will come when I again dead will be. Thou tell'st me to leave without delay - I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands; Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending; So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk. In my mind in which is this event, But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?! After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths - The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me, Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world; All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd aside - ...a distance there is...current mood: sick current music: Theatre of Tragedy - ...A Distance there is...
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I've always wanted to fly, Not a sinful ambition; Simply to soar above the clouds And ride the wind... Who could punish a child Wishing to run their fingers Through eternity? Eventually, I learned to fly, It was easy once I tried... But, though my wings were sturdy They were made of wax, So I could not fly too high Or the sun would force me Back to the ground... ...but up there, the sun so close, I needed to touch it... somehow... Just a little higher, I whispered, Yet every time I got so near, My wings would melt away, And in a few brief moments I found myself broken, Stripped of my makeshift wings, My limbs tangled and sprained. Sobbing against tears that refused To escape my eyes, I shaped new wings; Every time they'd melt away again. Then you came along, And reflected the sun I now bitterly lusted. Wrapping yourself around me, You became my new wings, And reflected the bitter heat Instead of melting away... Thank you for helping me reach my destination.current mood: loved current music: siouxsie and the banshees - KISS THEM FOR ME
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