look alive, sunshine
Sep. 21st, 2010 09:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I have rewatched this trailer for the new My Chemical Romance CD so, *so* many times these last few days. I need that song (Art Is A Weapon). Seriously, I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeed it. Can't wait for the full video, too--such visual crack. All those brilliant colors and wonderful, freaky, Mad-Maxish bizarreness. Hell, I want the whole CD like woah. But especially that song. Stupid tidbit is stuck in my heeeeead. (And so many phrases I want on SPN icons: "louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny", "the future is bulletproof", "it's time to do it now and do it loud"...yeeeeah). Criminy, I'm such a sucker for that sort of music. My brain is forever a teenager.
Cold is finally going away, though yesterday it finally caught up with me and I crashed hard. Spent the entire day sleeping. Just couldn't stop. It was a good thing Mom'd already offered to do soup for dinner, because I was utterly useless for anything but being a lump on the couch (and also a cat pillow).
My mood is very weird right now, and not in a ha-ha way. And outside, summer keeps trying to hold on. I'm behind on my comments, though fortunately/unfortunately there aren't many. And I've been so freaking bipolar about my writing these last few days it's not even funny (sometimes I think I need a writing therapist, honestly).
Okay, so. I know it doesn't happen often, but it makes me...twitch, just a little whenever I see it. When someone says they're doing a friends cut, and to stay, you have to comment to them. I. I hate that. So much. It doesn't matter how much I might want to stay on their flist because I'm interested in who they are, I just...I just won't comment. It's stubborn, but it sort of makes me feel like "to still be my friend, you've got to beg!" and yeah. :< I just...I feel weird about it and sort of bad, but I figure, if someone was doing a cut, and wanted me as a friend they'd keep me, right? And if they didn't want to keep in contact, they'd defriend me, right? The decision should be theirs--they should at least have a vague idea if they wanted to keep me on their list. And if they wanted me as a friend, they should be able to make that choice, not make me have to ask for it, right?
Ugh. I just...man, that sort of thing bothers me for some reason. At least it's only happened twice, and neither time was I really clicking with them. And the first, I was actually glad since I was too chicken to defriend, even though the person really sort of creeped me out. But this time, I guess I would have liked to get to know them better. They seemed really interesting. But man, I just...I won't beg, you know? : / I spent pretty much all of my grade school years with a "friend" who messed with my head and played the "you're my friend no you're not" game with me the entire time, pretty much *did* make me beg and yeah, there's no way I'm doing anything remotely similar as an adult.
Anyway.
I have rewatched this trailer for the new My Chemical Romance CD so, *so* many times these last few days. I need that song (Art Is A Weapon). Seriously, I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeed it. Can't wait for the full video, too--such visual crack. All those brilliant colors and wonderful, freaky, Mad-Maxish bizarreness. Hell, I want the whole CD like woah. But especially that song. Stupid tidbit is stuck in my heeeeead. (And so many phrases I want on SPN icons: "louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny", "the future is bulletproof", "it's time to do it now and do it loud"...yeeeeah). Criminy, I'm such a sucker for that sort of music. My brain is forever a teenager.
Cold is finally going away, though yesterday it finally caught up with me and I crashed hard. Spent the entire day sleeping. Just couldn't stop. It was a good thing Mom'd already offered to do soup for dinner, because I was utterly useless for anything but being a lump on the couch (and also a cat pillow).
My mood is very weird right now, and not in a ha-ha way. And outside, summer keeps trying to hold on. I'm behind on my comments, though fortunately/unfortunately there aren't many. And I've been so freaking bipolar about my writing these last few days it's not even funny (sometimes I think I need a writing therapist, honestly).
Okay, so. I know it doesn't happen often, but it makes me...twitch, just a little whenever I see it. When someone says they're doing a friends cut, and to stay, you have to comment to them. I. I hate that. So much. It doesn't matter how much I might want to stay on their flist because I'm interested in who they are, I just...I just won't comment. It's stubborn, but it sort of makes me feel like "to still be my friend, you've got to beg!" and yeah. :< I just...I feel weird about it and sort of bad, but I figure, if someone was doing a cut, and wanted me as a friend they'd keep me, right? And if they didn't want to keep in contact, they'd defriend me, right? The decision should be theirs--they should at least have a vague idea if they wanted to keep me on their list. And if they wanted me as a friend, they should be able to make that choice, not make me have to ask for it, right?
Ugh. I just...man, that sort of thing bothers me for some reason. At least it's only happened twice, and neither time was I really clicking with them. And the first, I was actually glad since I was too chicken to defriend, even though the person really sort of creeped me out. But this time, I guess I would have liked to get to know them better. They seemed really interesting. But man, I just...I won't beg, you know? : / I spent pretty much all of my grade school years with a "friend" who messed with my head and played the "you're my friend no you're not" game with me the entire time, pretty much *did* make me beg and yeah, there's no way I'm doing anything remotely similar as an adult.
Anyway.
