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07 May 2008 @ 08:28 pm
Unto the Breach  
San Francisco is disappearing into the fog right about now.  It's weird, because the lights are this glowing orange out there in this blue-purple haze, and the ones on the Bay Bridge might as well be suspended in thin -- or, rather, thick -- air.

Hmm.

I haz essay to write.  So that I don't have to write two tomorrow.  We'll see how much gets done.  Crap.  CRAP, GUYS.

It's so hard to motivate myself, and I'm not even sure why... Mostly I just fail...

I forgot to mention yesterday that I wrote another bit with Sam and Adrian, and this one isn't mature, so you can read it without a dA account, you lucky soul.  Have at it.  Only let me talk about crap first.  Because it's my job, and I get paid by the word, like Charles Dickens.

Explains a lot about both of us, don't it?

Anyways... The song, which I mention in the comments, that made the piece pretty much make an about-face before I reined it back in again was, stunningly, an MCR one, the lyrics of which I will transcribe here, because they are amazing, like all of their fellows.

Gotta love all those people who just put up whole CDs for you to listen to: "Sleep"

(They're -- they're these terrors--
And it's like--it feels like--as if somebody was gripping my--
They're these terrors--and it's like--it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat
Last night, um--I got, like, tremors--they're worse than tremors--
They're--they're these terrors--
And last night, um--I got, like, tremors--they're worse than tremors--
They're--they're these terrors--
And it's like--it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing, and... I felt--
As if somebody was gripping my throat--)

Some say, Now suffer all the children
And walk away a savior
Or a madman and polluted
From gutter institutions
Don't you breathe on me
Undeserving of your sympathy
'Cause they're ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did

And through it all
How could you cry
For me?
'Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes
Kiss me goodbye
And sleep
Just sleep

The hardest part
Is letting go of
Your dreams

A drink
For the horror that I'm in
For the good guys, and the bad guys
For the monsters that I've been
Three cheers for tyranny
Unapologetic apathy
'Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again

And through it all
How could you cry
For me?
'Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes
Kiss me goodbye
And sleep
Just sleep

The hardest part's
The awful things that
I've seen

(Sometimes--I see flames, and sometimes I see people that I love dying, and it's always--
I see flames, and I see people that I love dying, and it's always--)

Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up

(Sometimes, I can't--I can't ever wake up, 'cause...)

I just find that song ridiculously beautiful, and it accordingly took over the story. XD

WHICH YOU CAN READ HERE OMG.  *warm fuzzies with Sam and Adrian*

Also, [info]eltea mentioned to me today how she kind of pictures Sam looking a little bit like Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day.  I lol'd.  It kind of works, though, really.  If you get the right picture and all.  This one's not too bad, though I think Sam's face is rounder than Billie Joe's in general.  And obviously Sam's hair is naturally all over the place rather than being styled that way. :D

I definitely have two uber-Green Day-fan friends who have (I think?) met Mike Dirnt, who's the bassist.  He has a restaurant around here, and they ran into him, and he gave them a guitar pick.  I heard the story about eight times as more people arrived to the Christmas-cookie party that took place not long after the momentous event. :P

I forget where I was going with that, other than that Green Day is pretty local... And Davey Havok of A.F.I. went to my college. MAJORING IN ENGLISH, like someone else I know.  We're soul-mates, clearly.

Mostly I just love lead singers.

Desiree mentioned at dinner that her boyfriend's coming over this weekend, and I ended up staring off into space a bit later remembering my brother telling me about how he once slept out in his suite's common room to give his roommate and said roommate's girlfriend some time alone, and for whatever reason I got to thinking about how my brother would find my ideal boyfriend to be a tremendous loser.  Kinda sad.  I don't know if my mom would like him much either.  Hmm.  Maybe he could win her over.

*tosses self backwards into indigo pool; floats around on back awhile*

This is how I feel for whatever reason...

I should go write that Kite Runner essay now, lolz.


Having finished all that, while talking to eltea on the phone for much of the latter part, it's actually black out there now.  Neon fairy lights.

I'm not as emo as I sound. :P
 
 
 
Marmmarmaladefever on May 8th, 2008 04:33 am (UTC)
I'm going to SF tomorrow. I hope the "blue-purple haze" doesn't upset my allergies anymore than they already are.

Much luck with essays!