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here it's december everyday
Jun. 7th, 2006 08:38 am*itches* Perhaps I'm allergic to the sun because ever since I spent forever on that stupid pier, I randomly snap out of an itchy haze where I've pretty much tried to scratch my skin off in two places. Ick. Then again, maybe the smart money is on not being so foolish as to zone out while idly scratching your neck? Hmm.
Happier things. Yesterday was 6/6/6 which meant a couple of things. A) Julia Stiles returned to orbit with that Omen remake that I don't think I want to see. On the other hand, I'm not devoted to the original, so if this one could scare me...
B) Infinitely more important: Despite much delay and headache in attempting to snag a copy, after dinner Mumsy brought me my copy of AFI's decemberunderground. Which I'm not sure if I love yet, as I've only made it through it once. I do know that Prelude 12/21 is as awesome as the making of miss murder would have my brain believe. So very, very awesome. Creepy in the best possible way.
Yay! The only non-yay thing is my twitchy dislike of alternate versions of just about anything. And considering the LE just means you get a random picture of one of the band members... Meh. I think the last disc I bought that did that was one of the Dawson's Creek soundtracks, only then you could tell if you were observant enough. :p
Today's thought of the morning is brought to you by the little gardenia bush in the front yard. I miss the various gardenias we had at the other house and even moreso, I miss the giant magnolia tree that always looked like it was debating crashing into my room during storms.
More specifically, I was looking at the lone bloom on the bush and how it was dying, and that reminded me of how I'd spend hours inspecting the fallen blossoms from the magnolia tree. I was always fascinated by how if they fell at just the right time, they [and the dogwood flowers] would look like they were bleeding. It took me ages before I realized there weren't necessarily injured squirrels or birds roaming through my backyard, staining the flowers blood red in their attempts to fly or run away.
...I suspect I was a bit odd, now that I think about it.
That's the other thing. Monday's extended pier-time reminded me of the summers Kate and I would spend hanging out around the lake. It's weird that with the amount of time we spent near a body of water, we never went swimming. It's not weird if you know that the 'lake' was fed by the Intracoastal Waterway, which means it was not meant for swimming. :p So gross.
G'ah, I remember the way it would smell for months on end in the summer and yet that still didn't stop us from running around, terrorizing the ducks, crabs, and anyone unfortunate enough to live right on the water. Or in the winter, when we'd wait for a long stretch of dry weather and then walk out into the marsh. It never failed, on those days it would look like rain and there was always this thick fog that would not lift, so we'd be cold and damp, but hellbent on exploring the land of pluff mud. Which, if you've never stepped in it, I don't suggest.
Upon however many listenings, less than five for the whole disc, more for certain songs, I prefer Sing the Sorrow, but StS is much more likely to kill any happy mood. Hmm.
You there! Download Prelude 12/21 now. I'll leave you alone if you do.
Happier things. Yesterday was 6/6/6 which meant a couple of things. A) Julia Stiles returned to orbit with that Omen remake that I don't think I want to see. On the other hand, I'm not devoted to the original, so if this one could scare me...
B) Infinitely more important: Despite much delay and headache in attempting to snag a copy, after dinner Mumsy brought me my copy of AFI's decemberunderground. Which I'm not sure if I love yet, as I've only made it through it once. I do know that Prelude 12/21 is as awesome as the making of miss murder would have my brain believe. So very, very awesome. Creepy in the best possible way.
Yay! The only non-yay thing is my twitchy dislike of alternate versions of just about anything. And considering the LE just means you get a random picture of one of the band members... Meh. I think the last disc I bought that did that was one of the Dawson's Creek soundtracks, only then you could tell if you were observant enough. :p
Today's thought of the morning is brought to you by the little gardenia bush in the front yard. I miss the various gardenias we had at the other house and even moreso, I miss the giant magnolia tree that always looked like it was debating crashing into my room during storms.
More specifically, I was looking at the lone bloom on the bush and how it was dying, and that reminded me of how I'd spend hours inspecting the fallen blossoms from the magnolia tree. I was always fascinated by how if they fell at just the right time, they [and the dogwood flowers] would look like they were bleeding. It took me ages before I realized there weren't necessarily injured squirrels or birds roaming through my backyard, staining the flowers blood red in their attempts to fly or run away.
...I suspect I was a bit odd, now that I think about it.
That's the other thing. Monday's extended pier-time reminded me of the summers Kate and I would spend hanging out around the lake. It's weird that with the amount of time we spent near a body of water, we never went swimming. It's not weird if you know that the 'lake' was fed by the Intracoastal Waterway, which means it was not meant for swimming. :p So gross.
G'ah, I remember the way it would smell for months on end in the summer and yet that still didn't stop us from running around, terrorizing the ducks, crabs, and anyone unfortunate enough to live right on the water. Or in the winter, when we'd wait for a long stretch of dry weather and then walk out into the marsh. It never failed, on those days it would look like rain and there was always this thick fog that would not lift, so we'd be cold and damp, but hellbent on exploring the land of pluff mud. Which, if you've never stepped in it, I don't suggest.
Upon however many listenings, less than five for the whole disc, more for certain songs, I prefer Sing the Sorrow, but StS is much more likely to kill any happy mood. Hmm.
You there! Download Prelude 12/21 now. I'll leave you alone if you do.
