mood: ready for school to be over
music: "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails

I honestly have no idea why this song is in my head--I haven't heard it in months, but oh well.

Now I'm in the third floor computer lab during debate. I should be looking up even more articles for extemping, but my brain feels so dead right now I don't think I could look up any of it right now. Yay for laziness.

Mrs. Tymniak and I finally worked out a day when I can do my oral interview. I'm going to do it at lunch on Friday. Then I don't have to worry about it anymore. Thank God.

I was playing Shadow Hearts the day before yesterday and got to the infamous "Sea Mother Dialogue" session (Peter, you know what I mean). I just about fell out of my chair, I wa laughing so hard. Mom had to tell me to shut up because she could hear me from her room. It was just so hilarious because it was so incredibly bad. Oh God, I can still hear it:

"Schloooop. Schloooop. Splat. Shclooop."

Holy hell that was funny.

I think I don't have any homework today. I feel so. . . relieved. I'm surprised there wasn't another rehearsal for chorus today, but it turns out it was just for Mixed Chorus, not Advanced Women's. Maybe I can play Shadow Hearts some more tonight.

This morning, Junior surprised Lauren and I with some Japanese soda (the exact name escapes me at the moment) and some Pocky as a late birthday present. That was so nice! Thanks again, Junior.

Whoops, there's a class coming in. I'll finish this later. See ya!
Unknown at 1:48 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

Boredom Incarnate
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
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 

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  ¢ Blackfield
  ¢ Camille
  ¢ The Dissociatives
  ¢ Eisbrecher
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  ¢ 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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