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nekare at 10:53pm on 22/03/2006
nekare at 10:53pm on 22/03/2006Way number 194859234 to know you live in a (too) highly populated city:
You get suprised when the sky is actually blue.
Seriously, though, the sky was so, so, so, damn blue today that it looked unreal, and the perfectly white, round, puffy clouds just gave it an almost eerie look. Yes, it was damn beautiful, but it was odd, not seeing the usual smog layer on top of the city (I positively shudder at thinking of the smog in the D.F. [Mexico City]. Shudder.).
I'm getting better! I finally took the right pills, so now I'm feeling, if not good, at least now like the living death. Also, I got to chat with a lot of people today at school, and that always cheers me up. :) But gaaah, the long weekend (due to Benito Juarez, one of the Mexican presidents, 200 birthday) was just to crammed up with homework. Thank God the Easter holidays start in two weeks, I so need some free time.
You know how I never really listen to lyrics in English? Well, Both Garbage and Placebo are exceptions. XD The lyrics from Placebo's new CD are so Awesome and wonderful, and so damn inspiring and waaah, I want to write and if I only had the time... (Because seriously, a man drowning in sorrow, dreaming about this guy while he nurses the bruises of their fights... Hot.) Also, 'Blind' is one of the most romantic songs I've ever heard. *nods*
I started this odd story about a guy sleeping with his hand tight against his chest to feel his own heartbeat today (Why no, I do not get bored in Communication at all!), but I've no idea where to take it. Any ideas?
You get suprised when the sky is actually blue.
Seriously, though, the sky was so, so, so, damn blue today that it looked unreal, and the perfectly white, round, puffy clouds just gave it an almost eerie look. Yes, it was damn beautiful, but it was odd, not seeing the usual smog layer on top of the city (I positively shudder at thinking of the smog in the D.F. [Mexico City]. Shudder.).
I'm getting better! I finally took the right pills, so now I'm feeling, if not good, at least now like the living death. Also, I got to chat with a lot of people today at school, and that always cheers me up. :) But gaaah, the long weekend (due to Benito Juarez, one of the Mexican presidents, 200 birthday) was just to crammed up with homework. Thank God the Easter holidays start in two weeks, I so need some free time.
You know how I never really listen to lyrics in English? Well, Both Garbage and Placebo are exceptions. XD The lyrics from Placebo's new CD are so Awesome and wonderful, and so damn inspiring and waaah, I want to write and if I only had the time... (Because seriously, a man drowning in sorrow, dreaming about this guy while he nurses the bruises of their fights... Hot.) Also, 'Blind' is one of the most romantic songs I've ever heard. *nods*
I started this odd story about a guy sleeping with his hand tight against his chest to feel his own heartbeat today (Why no, I do not get bored in Communication at all!), but I've no idea where to take it. Any ideas?
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ooh I haven't heard the new placebo CD at all. Should grab a sampling from somewhere, heh *is poor* & I'm glad you're feeling better :)
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ooh, I would like! (only if you have time of course :))
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Just the first thought that came to mind. ^^ Tell me more about it?
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I actually continued it at school, though. Let me translate it...
He draws on his arms during Algebra class, his white shirt folded up until his elbows, doodles in black marker over pale skin that remark the map of his greenish veins. Sister Mary-Claude catches him every day, catches him with his fingers coated with spilled ink; in his little corner in the back of the classroom. He catches him every day, and every day she forces him to wash his arms until they're red and swollen, raw, and every day Edgar draws once again his ephemeral mural of tiny circles and fangs, skulls and acusing eyes.
I've noooo idea where I'm taking it. And the boy feels a bit to emo for my liking... I'll try and see whether your idea fits. :)
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Oi... I'm being cryptic. Anyhow, if I go through with writing it, I'd love if you would have a look at it before I ever considered posting it to inkyfingertips...
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But sure, I'd love to do that. I can't help at all with grammar, though XD