14.8.02
mood: awake
music: "You Always Say Goodnight, Goodnight" by The Juliana Theory


Well, I feel better now than I did yesterday. It's amazing how sobbing while you're exercising and listening to The Juliana Theory while doing so makes you feel better. I just had to get it out of my system, I guess.

Ok, schedule time! Here's what I gots:

First Semester
AP US History (blah) alternating with Advanced Mixed Chorus (yay! Mixed Chorus this year!)
AP Language (Two AP classes! Oh God!) alternating with Introduction to Art (I guess Music Theory was full)
French II (yay! Mrs. Tymniak again!)
Forensics I (because of the French III class elimination--why can't they just call Forensics Debate? That's what it is)

Second Semester
AP US History alternating with Advanced Mixed Chorus
AP Language alternating with Introduction to Art
Geometry (fun)
Physical Science (fun again :p)

So I'm going to have two alternating class instead of one. It shouldn't be too hard to remember because both my AP classes are on the same day, which means I'll have fun days (chorus and art!) and blah days (AP!). This should be an interesting year. I'm so glad I don't have to take P.E. this year! Yay!!

I'm going to have to finish up my math booklet today so I can concentrate on my stupid summer reading. Blah to summer reading.

Michael is in Atlanta right now at Emory Hospital, so keep giving him your prayers. I'm sure he's doing just fine.

Now. . . what should my new blog look like? I've been thinking of a Naraku one, but I need to find more pictures of him, and I don't think there are very many. I'll just have to keep on looking.
Unknown at 1:46 PM


  ¢ prénom:  Catherine
  ¢ âge:  Twenty-One
  ¢ berceau:  Raleigh, NC
  ¢ en ce moment:  Georgia
  ¢ poste:  crudesunlight {at} gmail {dot} com
  ¢ préféré:  Knitting, singing, playing guitar,
     writing music, collecting vinyls


amigone
Boredom Incarnate
Fantasyscape
Inner Voice
Mososo Kruppe!
Razored Wings
The Seraph's Atelier


  ¢ StarSpine Hoodie
  ¢ Gold Pullover
  ¢ Coupling


Je t'ai croisée
Un samedi soir
Et j'ai jeté sur ta silhouette
Une poignée d'épices colorées
Mon but était clair
T'envoûter
Tout en restant
Libre-moi et libre-toi
Car le roi de l'amour
N'a plus besoin d'esclaves

Adieu, adieu la nuit
Adieu tristesse, adieu les larmes
Je ne suis plus celui
Que tu as connu, plus le même
Ô bel enfant
Qui a tant pleuré
Adieu tout est fini
Adieu les larmes, adieu la nuit

Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour
Alors nous nous sommes séparés
Comme déjà saturés des délices du futur
Et j'ai marché seul
Guidé par ton ombre
J'ai traversé la ville déserte
Encore étincelante
Du voyage des rêveurs

Je t'ai croisé un samedi soir
Et déjà j'aimais l'odeur de ton rire
Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour

~Arthur H 

 
 Music
  ¢ Arthur H
  ¢ Blackfield
  ¢ Camille
  ¢ The Dissociatives
  ¢ Eisbrecher
  ¢ -M-
  ¢ Megaherz
  ¢ Nine Inch Nails
  ¢ Oomph!
  ¢ Porcupine Tree
  ¢ Silverchair
  ¢ Steven Wilson HQ
  ¢ Tweaker

 Other Links
  ¢ Craftster
  ¢ EML Studio
  ¢ Feministe
  ¢ Girls Read Comics
  ¢ Marnie Maclean
  ¢ Pandemian
  ¢ PostSecret
  ¢ Rainbow Parcel
  ¢ Stumptuous
  ¢ Tom and Lorenzo
  ¢ TWoP
  ¢ VG Cats
  ¢ Yarn Harlot
  ¢ You Knit What Part 2


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