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they'll be no angels gracing the lines
Aug. 7th, 2004 01:05 pmThis song? Still cool. Whatever the first track on sing the sorrow is. Dark. Scary. Chanting without it being the kind of chanting I'm sure you're imagining. :p If I were able to make music video thingers, I'd totally set this up for a slayers in training one. Now. I think I've got lyrics so I can find the song title and the lyrics... gimme a minute.
[yes, this is a thoroughly unhealthy love affair and I realize it. I can spot the signs of obsession and musical madness a mile away, having been there, but for now I just don't care.]
miseria cantare- The Beginning
love your hate, your faith lost
you are now one of us
love your hate, your faith lost
you are now one of us
nothing from nowhere I'm no one at all
ready and recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame
incinerate
nothing from nowhere I'm no one at all
ready and recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame
as we all form one dark flame
love your hate, your faith lost
you are now one of us
love your hate, your faith lost
you are now one of us
Yup. I am in love.
I am also psychic if you look behind door #3. That or people are freakishly predictable.
Yeah. Psychic it is. ;)
Still no David Sedaris goodness in my grubby paws. Two more nights of work and on the tax-free weekend. I should go and shoot someone, but since I'm on the floor and not register bound until 6am, I'll deal. I suppose.
all midnight eyes <-- for some reason, that line is spiffy.
Still loving my new icon. Yes, yes I am. Because she's purdy and talented. Woo.
Oh. Tis been chilly the past day or two. Which isn't exactly newsworthy until you realize it's August. Which is summer and it's always freakishly hot in the summer here. I've had people visit from other southern states who look at me, unfazed by the heat by now [well, mostly anyway] and they do this fun flapping "I'm hot, I need a breeze must move" dance and when I ask them they shoot me this look and say, "yes, well, it's not this hot back home. Jesus." Or something to that effect.
Which reminds me that October is going to be a fun balancing act of pain. Cass is delaying her birthday until the 9th and 10th of October, which is about a week before Ari's birthday. Yet if I ask for Cass's weekend off, I'll most likely have to work on Ari's. And I want to go to Cass's shindig, I think. Thing is, I don't know if I think I want to because she's sort of offered to pay for part of Ryan's ticket to get back here if I ask her enough. :p On the other hand, the guest list? I don't really like most of them enough to want to be boxed into one of the little... cabin/cottage things at the park with them. On the other hand, if it sucks too much after night #1, I can just leave. But come heaven or hell, I will not be in the bunkbed room. I'll hold out until I get a master bedroom, just like the other times. I may not get a key like the other two times, but I'll be damned if I'm trying to sleep on a stupid bunk bed that takes up the entire closet of a room. Let the little people take that room.
Wow. Vague and filled with stuff most people just skipped. James Island [where I work] County Park [not where I work] has these cabin/cottage things on the outskirts of the park. You can rent 'em for a weekend [or a week in the summer, I think] and basically you have free access to the park when it's open. No drinking, no drugs, no wild parties, I think those are the rules. The places we've stayed have been nice in a cookie cutter sort of way. They have a TV, but it's not worth watching. Three bedrooms, two big, one tiny little bunk. Couch, kitchen, bathroom, porch, and the possibility of heating or AC. Basically you can squish 7 people in at night fairly comfortably if two of them will sleep on the bunk beds and no one hogs the bathroom. The past couple of times we've gone, Cass has brought games [yeah, they sucked], thrown a party or two [they bombed, actually] and the best time is always breakfast because you wake whenever your internal clock goes off. You can walk around the park if you want, which is fun so long as the bugs don't kill you.
Thing is, the guest list so far is Mike, Elizabeth, Matt, Cass, Ryan, Me, and it's possible Liz will be invited. Of that list, I think I'm the only one not on the whole "Ooooh, weekend in the woods. Get high!" train. Can't speak for Ryan, but given his usual time spent with Mike, Matt, Cass, and Elizabeth... Cass has apparently quit again, but she makes me look like I'm all "obey my authority" and people do. [They don't. Unless I snap and then it's less authority and more..."dude, she's got sharp objects I'm not sure she likes me all that much...."]
No point in worrying too much though. Just enough that later I'll either say, "Psychic!" or it'll be cancelled.
Now. Got cherry coke and sleep beckons.
[yes, this is a thoroughly unhealthy love affair and I realize it. I can spot the signs of obsession and musical madness a mile away, having been there, but for now I just don't care.]
miseria cantare- The Beginning
love your hate, your faith lost
you are now one of us
love your hate, your faith lost
you are now one of us
nothing from nowhere I'm no one at all
ready and recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame
incinerate
nothing from nowhere I'm no one at all
ready and recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame
as we all form one dark flame
love your hate, your faith lost
you are now one of us
love your hate, your faith lost
you are now one of us
Yup. I am in love.
I am also psychic if you look behind door #3. That or people are freakishly predictable.
Yeah. Psychic it is. ;)
Still no David Sedaris goodness in my grubby paws. Two more nights of work and on the tax-free weekend. I should go and shoot someone, but since I'm on the floor and not register bound until 6am, I'll deal. I suppose.
all midnight eyes <-- for some reason, that line is spiffy.
Still loving my new icon. Yes, yes I am. Because she's purdy and talented. Woo.
Oh. Tis been chilly the past day or two. Which isn't exactly newsworthy until you realize it's August. Which is summer and it's always freakishly hot in the summer here. I've had people visit from other southern states who look at me, unfazed by the heat by now [well, mostly anyway] and they do this fun flapping "I'm hot, I need a breeze must move" dance and when I ask them they shoot me this look and say, "yes, well, it's not this hot back home. Jesus." Or something to that effect.
Which reminds me that October is going to be a fun balancing act of pain. Cass is delaying her birthday until the 9th and 10th of October, which is about a week before Ari's birthday. Yet if I ask for Cass's weekend off, I'll most likely have to work on Ari's. And I want to go to Cass's shindig, I think. Thing is, I don't know if I think I want to because she's sort of offered to pay for part of Ryan's ticket to get back here if I ask her enough. :p On the other hand, the guest list? I don't really like most of them enough to want to be boxed into one of the little... cabin/cottage things at the park with them. On the other hand, if it sucks too much after night #1, I can just leave. But come heaven or hell, I will not be in the bunkbed room. I'll hold out until I get a master bedroom, just like the other times. I may not get a key like the other two times, but I'll be damned if I'm trying to sleep on a stupid bunk bed that takes up the entire closet of a room. Let the little people take that room.
Wow. Vague and filled with stuff most people just skipped. James Island [where I work] County Park [not where I work] has these cabin/cottage things on the outskirts of the park. You can rent 'em for a weekend [or a week in the summer, I think] and basically you have free access to the park when it's open. No drinking, no drugs, no wild parties, I think those are the rules. The places we've stayed have been nice in a cookie cutter sort of way. They have a TV, but it's not worth watching. Three bedrooms, two big, one tiny little bunk. Couch, kitchen, bathroom, porch, and the possibility of heating or AC. Basically you can squish 7 people in at night fairly comfortably if two of them will sleep on the bunk beds and no one hogs the bathroom. The past couple of times we've gone, Cass has brought games [yeah, they sucked], thrown a party or two [they bombed, actually] and the best time is always breakfast because you wake whenever your internal clock goes off. You can walk around the park if you want, which is fun so long as the bugs don't kill you.
Thing is, the guest list so far is Mike, Elizabeth, Matt, Cass, Ryan, Me, and it's possible Liz will be invited. Of that list, I think I'm the only one not on the whole "Ooooh, weekend in the woods. Get high!" train. Can't speak for Ryan, but given his usual time spent with Mike, Matt, Cass, and Elizabeth... Cass has apparently quit again, but she makes me look like I'm all "obey my authority" and people do. [They don't. Unless I snap and then it's less authority and more..."dude, she's got sharp objects I'm not sure she likes me all that much...."]
No point in worrying too much though. Just enough that later I'll either say, "Psychic!" or it'll be cancelled.
Now. Got cherry coke and sleep beckons.
