mood: pretty good
music: "Suicidal Dreams" by Silverchair

Hee, it's funny when your mood conflicts with your music :D

But yes, I have finally returned after nearly a month to the digital world! Stupid Blogger seems to pop up with an error every time I write a nice long entry, so now I've learned to copy my entries before pushing enter. I haven't really been on the computer that much--mostly because my creative juices have been flowing. I finally got around to writing a new song. This one's called "Novacaine," a very Nine Inch Nails-esque song I wrote a few days ago. It's pretty neatos; all I need is a nifty keyboard to pull the song together. Oh, if only being a musician wasn't so darn expensive!

Peter delivered Lauren's Magician of Black Chaos to her today, and needless to say, she is very excited. I have a feeling it's going right next to the uber-cool Seymour figure I bought her for her birthday a few months ago. He looks a tad cross-eyed, but no figure's perfect. It's just like with all the Vegeta figures I've seen--his head looks gigantic in every single one, save the one Peter let me have a year ago, and it's even a Burger King prize, which is pretty sad. He's not even painted, but that's okay; I've rather have him all gray than balloon-headed. I have yet to see a Kaiba figure sometime, but as soon as I see one, I'm buyin' it.

Damn you Peter for winning that Kaiba tin! :p

I'm gearing up for the AP language exam tomorrow. Man, I can't believe it's already here; finally, all that pain and suffering is going to pay off. All I have to do is review some vocabulary and I'll be ready!

. . . Christ, something's going on downstairs. I think Mom and Dad are fighting again. Good Lord, can't they do that behind closed doors or something? I'm so tired of hearing that going on. I can't wait until I have my license so Lauren and I can just leave the house when we want to. My poor little heart can only take so much stress.

Sorry about that; I didn't want this entry to turn into something depressing. Just wish me luck on the exam tomorrow. See you later.
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  ¢ 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 

  ¢ 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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