Tomorrow May Not Come

Just like it was back in the summer: it’s past midnight and I’m not tired and am listening to Blaqk Audio. What a wonderful feeling this is. For a moment, I almost thought I went back into time, but then I realized I’m sitting in my basement and not in my room and that there is no fresh air from an open window.

Oh Goddess! I have to get my computer back upstairs to my room. I cannot dream going through summer without my computer in my room. I cannot think of spending sleepless summer nights any other way.

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Now playing: Blaqk Audio – Snuff On Digital
via FoxyTunes

Hello Again

Sooooo, it’s been another long while since I last posted. Strangely enough, I just don’t feel like blogging too much anymore. There just hasn’t been much to post. Still don’t have a lot to post.

Waiting for midnight to arrive in California. I’m listening to KITS Live 105, a radio station in Cali, and there is supposed to be a midnight special show featuring new songs from a variety of artists including Blaqk Audio, VNV Nation, and HIM. This special is supposed to last 3 hours. So that’s either 3 or 4 am I’m going to bed at then. They have a typo on the front page. Said “new dark cuts from AFI…” when it’s supposed to say “new dark cuts from Blaqk Audio”.

You’d Never Believe This

Facebook is an addictive piece of crap. Really and truly. I pretty much spent the day on it. I’m stalking Caitlin. She doesn’t even know. Poor thing. If only I had the balls to talk to her after 5 years.

And Yahoo! is a disappointing piece of mouse shit. It said all day that Blaqk Audio’s video for Stiff Kittens would premier today on the Yahoo! Music page. It didn’t. I was so looking forward to it. Everyone was. And it could’ve been someone’s b-day present, too!

Nothing but disappointment for the last while. Blogging Final Fantasy has not posted in 26 days. Nearly three weeks. I’m actually missing the dirty jokes. And Games For Lunch won’t be updated til October 3.

Emo Again

It’s cold in here again and I’m still not doing anything about it. I’m depressed (even more). I lost my ring I made in the metal shop. I’m forcing myself to stay awake. I don’t have any caffeinated coffee (that tastes good). I wants me some Starbucks. I’ve become obsessive over what breaks my heart. Damn Semiotic Love and Wake Up, Open the Door and Escape to the Sea. Those songs are killing me.

You Speak Fish? Amazement! -glub-

So I went to the mall today [amazement!] with the ‘rents and the Brat [death by McDonald's]. I FINALLY bought both CexCells and The Art of Drowning. If I was not a good little girl, I would’ve snuck to the mall anyway bought them much much sooner.

Tis also the first day of September. School starts on the 4th. Fuck fuck fuck. Why does school start on a Tuesday? Doesn’t make sense. My stomach hurts. Not ANOTHER ulcer. School sucks. Ulcers suck.

I’m Back… In Black… Literally

So. I’m back from the Horror House. I’m still sane, good news for everyone (I think). My mental health DID suffer a little. Lots of mental diarrhea was written down in that little binder-journal, so I probably won’t post a whole lot of it if I ever do.

Nothing really interesting happened during the trip. There was a lot of arguing. Stupid arguing. Stupid parents.

And I STILL haven’t gotten the CexCells CD. If only I could go to the mall. Actually, I’ve given up on any kind of freedom or life before I move out.

Ahhh, I can’t really think of stuff to say. It’s taken me about 5 hours to write this much. Ah well.

Holy Motherfuck!

It’s 10 to midnight and I’ve managed to stay up this late without a nap! It feels like it been forever since I’ve been up this late.

(12:43am) *Le GASP!!!* The entirety of CexCells has been posted on the MySpace. HOOOOOOLY motherfuck. I’m about to hear Between Breaths. Not as hot as I expected. Dang (what a lame word). This will keep me awake for a while.

On A Friday- EDIT: it’s beat between breaths. My bad!

(1:11am) I’m not sure how I feel about this album. I don’t like too many songs. Still buying CD.

(1:31am) I’m not sure why I have the edge. I’ve got the straight edge lifestyle, but I don’t know why. I’m not a poseur. I swear. I talk the talk and walk the walk, but I’m still afraid that I can’t claim the edge.

Is it wrong? Is it wrong to call myself sXe? I’ve only been drunk once and then afterwards, about a year later, I realized how stupid it actually was. I haven’t touched booze since. I don’t do drugs, will never do drugs, due to my utter revulsion to what has become of Ben and Chris (my bros). They’re all skeletal and anorexic-looking. They’re mentally fucked up, too. As for sex… never happening. I can tell you that now, at the age of 16, no one will EVER in my lifetime want to fuck this. No need to worry about THAT.

*Blush*

I read the lyrics to Between Breaths (An XX Perspective). It’s a Blaqk Audio song, naturally. And fuck me if it did not get me all hot and bothered. Hot hot hot hot hot. Fuck, Davey might as well say “I’m gonna fuck you stupid” instead of “So I’ll climb on top and I’ll never stop till I make you forget who you are”. But it’s not as romantic. It still makes me giggle though.

Semiotic Love…

…is the new Blaqk Audio song on their MySpace!!! I don’t understand why you’re here reading this when you could be at the BA MySpace, listening to Semiotic Love obsessively… like I am. Thank the inventor of internet tabs.

Just a random thing… I remember something else from grade 10 (10th grade in the States). I have a XXX (straight-edge, not porn! hahaha!) shirt that I’d wear every once in a while. It looks like this. Anyways, whenever I would wear it to school, kids would instinctively make this wide berth around me. If we had to get into a crowd, there’d be this 2 foot radius around me with no one there. It both amuses me and makes me lonely.