12.11.02
mood: crappy
music: "Desperate Now" by Stabbing Westward


I feel pretty crappy right now. Guess it's the in-school depression thing again.

Sometimes I wish I was exanimate. That way, I wouldn't have to do all of these projects and crap. I've been feeling really slow lately, I guess. I wish this week was over so I don't have to go through the stress of getting all of them done by Friday.

The reason I'm in the library once more is because Mrs. Mitchell is going to hear our speeches tomorrow instead of today. As soon as I'm done with this entry I'll be tweaking mine a bit. The French project is still freaking me out, and I wonder how long it's going to take for me to memorize my speech by Friday. Especially when my favorite thing to do is lay around and do nothing. Or sleep.

I guess that means I'm pretty lazy.

There's a literary meeting thing after school, and I guess Lauren and I are going since Eric has a Beta meeting today. I'm not sure if I'm going to join or not, but I guess I may as well; I do write some of my own stuff. Not as much as I'd like, but I still do. I just want to go home right now, though. Damn, there is NO way I'm going to have a high-stress job and live to tell about it when I get older.

I finally got around to writing down another one of my songs. It's called "Pins and Needles", and I think it turned out really well. I can tell that it may be misinterpreted, but that's okay. I'll save my breath and just post it here:

Pins and Needles

I've not slept for days
Though everything is clear
But then I've never
Bled this much
My eyes are so cold
From staring at the moonlight
It's the only thing
My hands won't stain

Inside my globe
I know none but myself
Safe from the torture
Of all emotion
Though my body is bound
And needles sting my eyes
I'm just fine with the pain
As long as I'm alone

<>

You would fall away
For my own faults
You don't know how far
I've fallen from it all
You would just ignore
I said it was for naught
You should know it's
Your fault
It's your fault


The ending verse sounds like it was that person who caused the pain, but really he "fell" by trying to help the other. It can be mixed up pretty easily. I wish I could show you what I mean by playing the song, but because this is a computer, know one could really hear it, so I can just provide the words for you. Hope it sounds alright.
Anonymous at 1:44 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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