A Written Tragedy

Shadow’s gone for the weekend, just like last. He’s working at a Pow-Wow a few hours away. At least it’s good money, but I do really miss him. He said this is the last one he’ll do, it’s just too hard on the both of us.

It’s funny, but you never realize how much you get used to someone being around all the time until they’re not there anymore. He left today, Thursday, and he’s gone until Monday. This will be the longest that we haven’t seen each other since we started dating, let alone since he’s moved in with us. I don’t know if I mentioned that he had moved in.. but it’s a long story that definitely isn’t going to get shared on here, blog or not. :P

My bestie is home, guess I’ll write more later. She’s wondering what the fuck this is, haha. I told her it was a comment. Ta ta!

Ciao!

Woooooooooooooow. Life has taken a complete 180. It’s been like a week since I’ve even touched my computer (not that that’s a bad thing, per se). I’ve only been on it for a total of about ten minutes, and I already feel like I should be doing something more productive with myself.

However, this is the first time I’ve had to myself in about the same amount of time, so I thought I’d take this moment of solitude to write about some of the crap that’s been going on. If I think of it, from May long weekend on for a little while I was kind of keeping a legit hand written diary, but that fell fast. Typing is just too much faster than writing by hand. If I want it by hand someday, I’ll just type out everything on here for now and then see how it goes, I can always write it by hand some time.

My boyfriend, who’s living here, just went for a walk, and my bestie that’s staying here is out with someone (someone I prefer she wouldn’t be with, but hey, not my place). I thought of going for a shower, then thought ‘hell, I don’t work tomorrow, why not?’, and so here I am.

Life has been insanity all over again, like I said before. I graduated from high school, put in my notice at my current job and got another one that I’ll be starting soon working at the bar. For now it’ll just be painting and the like, not waitressing yet, but it’s still better than what I’m doing now. I’m looking forward to it.

Shadow and I are taking a week at the end of the month, two, to take a train and visit my dad and my step mum. They were here for my grad along with my grandparents, but everything was just so rushed that we didn’t really get the chance to spend any real time together. Actually no, that’s not true, we did go for a bit of a hike and went fishing the one day, but still, that’s just it; it was one day. So, we’ll be there for a week this time, and there’s camp to go to and a bunch of people to visit. I love it there and Shadow’s never been, so I’m looking forward to it. :)

I guess I’ll go for now, that’s just a bit of a quick update. I’ll spare you the gossip and the drama. :P I’ll try to type soon, but most of the time I just can’t be bothered. I’m happy, and it’s so different, I’m just going to try and enjoy it for as long as I can, in case it gets taken away from me as per usual.

Ciao!

Wow, just wow. I don’t think more can be said. This weekend has been insane from beginning to end, and I’ve loved (almost) every minute of it.

Friday was tres eventful, that’s for sure. I woke up around 8:10 and Shadow met me here for 8:30. We went up to the high school to set up for prom, and finished around 1:30ish. It looked so beautiful in there! I’m very proud of us all, that’s for sure.

Next, my bestie, Shadow, and me came back here to my house, and started doing the little things to kind of get ready. My bestie did her hair (it was the only time she’d have to do it) and I repainted my nails (which I have now cut off, thank GOD). She had to pick up the corsages at the school around 3, so they left a bit early and then I headed to my hair appointment. I hadn’t had my hair curled since I had my first communion when I was eight, so sitting in that chair and telling the stylist that I wanted my hair curled was hard for me. I’m lucky she pinned it half back, that’s for sure, because before that it looked the same as it did for my communion, and I could have cried. The reason I haven’t had my hair curled since then (almost 10 years) is because I HATED it. My sisters and mum called me Curly Sue for like a month afterword, and I just refused to do it again.

My hair turned out beautiful, thank God, and I couldn’t have been happier with it. However, that’s when things started going down hill into more insane regions.

When I got home, it was pretty close to 5, and when I went into the back yard Shadow and my bestie were just coming out the door. I could see that she had been crying, and I was wondering what the hell had went down. I won’t give the details, but suffice to say that something had went down with Shadow and his step-dad that was to the point where she had cried. And my bestie doesn’t cry easy. They were on their way to Shadow’s, so I told them I’d go along for the walk. On the way there I turned to Shadow and told him, ‘you know what you should do? go in there, grab your backpack, grab what you can, and come right out again’. He knew what I was talking about, it was something that was planned anyway, just not for a tiny bit longer. He just looked at me and asked if that was okay, to which I said yes, and that was exactly what happened.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Well, uneventful for the most part. After we got back here we finished getting ready, and then headed to pre-prom which was at a friend’s house. It was awesome there, too. His mum had made all this great food and actually hired a photographer (who I already knew, and she does AMAZING pictures). It was bound to be a great night. :)

At about 7:30 we came here one last time just so my mum could get a couple of pictures of the three of us (and, let me say, my mother takes AWFUL ones) before heading to the school for the dance. It was so much fun there, it really was. I was so tired by the end of it, but still really really excited.

After prom was prom party, but Shadow and I were out there for maybe 15 minutes altogether. Circumstances made it so we had to come back into town, but that’s alright. Honestly, I’m not much of a partier, and I would rather have cuddled up to watch a movie (which is what we did) then get trashed and get into a lot of drama.

Yesterday, Saturday, was kind of just a movie day. It was agreed that Shadow shouldn’t be out and about alone too much just yet, so we mostly stayed inside. Shadow’s brother and his girlfriend (another good friend of mine) came in the afternoon to hang out with us, and that was fun. :) I had to work 4:45-9:15, but that wasn’t so bad, either. After that we just hung out in the basement some more, and Shadow gave me his grad present to me.

Now, he had mentioned Friday night (trying to change the subject at one point) that he had something for me, but I didn’t think much of it. When he gave them to me though, I couldn’t believe it. For my graduation, he got me a set of earrings with a matching pendant and chain. They’re tear drop shaped, and this shade of blue that I can’t even really describe. Almost teal, but not quite. Either way, they’re beautiful, they really are. I’ve been wearing the pendant ever since. He said to be he got me blue because he knew it would remind me of him. I think that that’s really cute, because that’s totally true. :P I thanked him, of course. I still don’t even know what to say about it. I think that it’s the most gorgeous and thoughtful gift one of my boyfriend’s has ever gotten for me. :)

I got about 5 hours sleep last night, which is usual for me. I think Shadow is still sleeping in the basement. Guess that I should go and wake him up fairly soon. :P I’ll leave off here for now, because nothing’s happened today, but I’ll get on the computer when I can again and write some more. :)

Ciao!

Aptly named title, in my opinion, for that is what my world has become. Special thanks to Gary Jules for playing while I was thinking of a title.

September 28th, that is the last time that I posted something on here. Honestly, I had completely forgotten everything that I had said that day on here until I went back and read it, but I’m still really really proud of it. I can’t write well, in my opinion, though other people tell me otherwise, unless I’m really inspired to. When I’m inspired, I have to sit and write everything down at once, or else I’ll lose it.

Lately.. well.. I can’t say it’s been inspiring. It’s mostly been mad. Not quite a down-the-rabbit-hole kind of mad, but mad just the same. Busy. Very busy.

I work, have a part-time job at this retail place in town. I’ve been there since August. It’s alright, I suppose. I don’t mind the job, per se, but some of the other staff can be less than friendly at times. Ah well though, c’est la vie. I usually get about 15-18 hours a week there, but not these last few. Apart from having to take time off, I’ve just been getting really shitty hours. My mum wants me to quit, but I figured seeing as it’s only going to be until August of this year anyway, and I need the money, I can just tough it out.

School has been surprisingly good… last semester was kind of a flop, if I’m to be honest, but this semester I’m doing *so* much better it’s actually pretty ridiculous. I’m taking like, 90% average better. Hahaha.

I’ve got a boyfriend, too. This one’s worth it. Nick, my ex.. couldn’t be more different from my Shadow (not his real name, but that’s what I call him). Honestly.. looking back, I just don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. Well.. no, that’s not true. I was lonely, that’s what I was thinking, and I missed my ex, was on the rebound. Ah well. You can’t learn from your mistakes if you don’t make them.

Shadow is.. amazing. He’s a real gentleman, too. Like the hold the door, pull out your chair, carry your schoolbooks for you type. I don’t understand how such a good guy can come from such a broken home. 

I remember when I told my mum I was dating Shadow, and she turned around and told me that I was just a sucker for charity cases. I was super pissed that she said that, I really was. Even thinking of it now makes me want to flip.

So.. school, work, and a boyfriend.. that keeps one busy alone. However, on top of that I have Student Council, Athletic Association, Book Club, and whatever I’m asked to help out with on that particular week.

Take this week, for example; Monday was the end of the year Athletic Banquet, where, as the President of the Athletic Association I was asked to be there to help present awards and such. The banquet was from 6:30 until about 9, and included dinner, a guest speaker (a former CFL player) and the presentation of awards. It was a nice night, a little more than semi-formal, and everything went really well.

During the day on Tuesday, my Senior Drama Class did our performance for our play, ‘Mirror, Mirror’, in which I had the title character of the mirror. We only did it in front of two classes, the grade 10 applied English class, which my boyfriend happens to be in, and the grade 9 music class. It went really really well, and was honestly our best run through that we ever had. Thank God it happened at the right time!

Tuesday night was my exam for guitar class. Just as the play was my final exam for drama, the concert was my final exam for guitar. There were three of us; me, my best friend, and another girl that’s in our class. We performed three songs, Let It Be by the Beatles, Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd, and For the Nights I Can’t Remember by Hedley. We messed up a bit on the first one because of sound problems, but after that we nailed everything. It was really fun to play and sing in front of people; I wasn’t nearly as nervous as I thought I would be, and I didn’t screw up with my singing, either. :D

Yesterday, Wednesday, I had an appointment out of town to get contacts. This involved driving with my mum for an hour each way, always an uncomfortable experience. We left around one, and came home around six because my mum had brought one of the dogs to the groomers to get a haircut while I was at my appointment. It was pretty great; when we went to go get my dog, Odie, from the groomers, we still had to wait a few minutes so I decided to look around the shop. There were a bunch of keyrings on one little rack dealy, behind this toy stuffed poodle. So I moved the poodle to look at the keyrings, and it was just my luck that $20 fell to the floor. Just like that. It was great, I never find money. :P It also made up for the nail polish (four colours, I’m an addict) and the book (the Beatles: Life in Pictures) that I had bought while there.

Today was rather uneventful. Well, for the most part. This morning was just math, we’re learning this financing crap, and we have our last chapter test on Monday before our final written exam, which is next Thursday. That reminds me, I have to track down my chapter tests from this semester, so I can study. Some shit went down with Shadow (not between him and I, but just some stuff for him, the poor guy), but I did get permission to leave guitar class to go up to his for the period. It was great, we made ice cream. :D In guitar I just would have watched the Wedding Singer anyway. I prefer ice cream.

Tomorrow is a PD day, but it’s also PROM. Gunna be one helluva shit show, I tell you. Shadow’s meeting me here at like 8:30 (yes, in the morning) and we’re going up to the school to help set up. Mum went all out on picking up the balloons and decorations for us, so we’ll have plenty of stuff. That’s from 9-12 and then I have to come back here (once again, with Shadow, he’s staying with me for the day so he doesn’t have to put up with his step parents) and shower (alone) and hopefully paint my nails before going to my hair appointment. I’m still not 100% sure what I want done, but I have a pretty good idea. I’ll post the picture :) After hair is coming home to get dressed and put on makeup and such. My dress is silver, I love it. I’ll be sure to post pics of that, too. :P Once I’m ready is pre-prom. There’s a breathalyzer at the dance, which I wholeheartedly agree with, so there’ll be no drinking (beforehand, anyway) but there’s a nice dinner and such at one of my friend’s houses, and his mum even hired a photographer and everything. Pretty nuts. After that is the dance, and then Prom Party, which is being held out at the campgrounds. :) It’s too bad though, that Shadow can’t come to the party after. He has to be home shortly after the dance ends. :( It’s bound to be an amazing day, that’s for sure. 

So there’s my week, in a nut shell. That’s actually leaving out a few deets (things that really shouldn’t be posted online), but ah well. Mad world, as I said.

Now, it’s ridiculously hard to type with long nails (just for prom, then they’re being cut off) and I’m proud of myself for getting this far. I’m going to leave off here though. Wish me luck tomorrow ! :D

It’s kind of pathetic that I can only write well when things are going shitty, or I decide to be all emo one day. Well.. unfortunately it’s the former today, not the latter. Well.. here’s what I came up with. If it’s longer than a paragraph, I expanded on it.

Wishing and hoping that an important relationship isn’t over… It’s like being on the edge of a knife, or a see-saw, balancing precariously between happiness and grief, not knowing which way you’re gunna fall.

Falling towards happiness.. well.. that page kind of writes itself. You’re happy, sure, but isn’t the doubt still there? Knowing that because it’s happened before, that you could be there again, just as easily as the last time? Waiting, and hoping and praying, but for what?

Falling towards the grief.. sure, it hurts, but sometimes it’s relieving too. Knowing that you don’t have to wait any more, and that it’ll only be a matter of time until you stop hurting. The question is there though; just how much time?

Some of us are lucky, and are able to realize what went wrong with things, relationships or otherwise, and realize what needs to be fixed, in ourselves or in our emotions, in order to be able to be happy again and move on.

Others grieve only momentarily before falsely moving on to the next best thing, whether this is a lover, a book, a song, or something else. But are you ever really healing? Or are you pretending to move on, keeping yourself busy, doing anything to can to remove the pain, or replace it for a time. I think that we’re all guilty of this. Bottling up the pain until it chokes us, leaving us unable to breathe, but our pillows wet with tears.

I have been a victim of this second scenario, more than once. Never with a relationship though, contrary to what might be thought. Not until now, and who knows what’s happening.

A clear glass bottle.. that’s what emotions seem to me to be, in my case swirling with a mixture of blues and reds and greens.. grief, anger, and jealousy. Instead of feeling them, as is meant, as is human, they are simply put away, the bottle corked, and are replaced with a faked smile, a laugh, or a task.

The bottle is put on a shelf with other things not needed… nostalgia and loneliness, though that second peeks out more often than is desired.

Will it help this time? Being busy, bottling up emotions? Who knows. Maybe it will.

Then again though, maybe it won’t. Maybe this is the time that the bottle breaks. What then?

Well, so much for trying those challenges out for myself. The only reason that I stopped was because I ended up going out of town last Friday, and then crashed as soon as I got home. Actually, I wasn’t on the computer all weekend, so there’s no way I could have caught up even then. I *do* however, plan on continuing with it, only once I have the time. Maybe that’s what I’ll do then; when I have nothing to do, and feel like writing, that’s when I can pull up that challenge and take my next one from the list. Yes, that sounds pretty darn good to me.

Hmm… decisions, decisions. This is another tough one for me because, well, I love books! Music, movies and books are my drugs. What an all around nerd I am! (Or dork, if you’re asking my boyfriend. :P)

If I had to pick one though, just one, I’d have to say that it might quite possibly be ‘A Rose to the Fallen’ by April Bostic. Never heard of it? I’m honestly not surprised.

The book (I know for a fact) originated as fanfiction for the actor Toby Hemingway (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1738172/), but then became it’s own original novel. The book is self-published, and while I’m not completely sure of how many copies were printed, I know that it’s not available in Canada.

You’re probably wondering where I heard of it and got my hands on it then, yes? Well, firstly, I read about it online, and was interested in reading it, so I bookmarked the link to the author’s site. However, the day I went to actually go and read it (it was then titled ‘A Prelude to Being Mrs. Hemingway), I found out that she was actually going to be publishing it, and so had removed it from her website. Needless to say, I was miffed, but excited.

So, I waited, and waited, and begged my mom for her credit card - which she adamantly said ‘no’ to - and finally the book came out, much to my glee and dismay. I was happy because, well, it was out! However, I had no way of getting it, which was very sad.

Then my chance came; I was going to be in the States for a little while (an eight hour lay-over in the Detroit airport, to be exact) and figured that I might as well check the Barnes & Noble’s there - there’s two - for the book. However, unfortunately, neither of them had it, or had heard of it.

After that, I was pretty much back to square one. I feel bad for my friends (at least the nerdier ones) for having to hear about it. Especially my best friend, Jester, who had looked it up online while talking to me, and agreed that it looked good, and that he wanted to read it.

Soon after, my birthday came up, and Jester (a nickname so I don’t give his real one, but still) told me that he was sending me up my birthday present, but wouldn’t tell me what it/they were. As it turns out, they were two books: 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher (an absolutely amazing book that he insisted I read) and.. A Rose to the Fallen. I was amazed, bouncing around my kitchen like a kid (which, admittedly, I still am at heart) and completely freaking out. I still give my best thanks to him. One of the best birthday gifts ever, that’s for sure.

As it turns out, he had ordered it online for me from some Barnes & Noble in one of the more Southern states. I definitely love him for that (and well, a hell of a lot more than that, but still). Jester, my now boyfriend, is definitely a keeper, and I plan on keeping him. :P

Anyway, here’s the site for the book: http://aprilbostic.com It’s absolutely amazing, and I recommend it to everyone!

Book Summary from the Site:

Bridget Monahan has always been comfortable in her pale freckled skin and didn’t mind being labeled ‘The Girl Next Door’. Growing up in Sacramento, California with two supportive parents, they kept her grounded and encouraged her to be ambitious. As their only child, the last thing she wanted was to disappoint them. After graduating college, she moved to Los Angeles to pursue a career as an elementary school teacher.

Her story begins with just another day when she comes home from teaching her fourth grade class, and receives a phone call from her best friend Autumn Taylor. On this particular day, Autumn says she believes one of her friends is Bridget’s soul mate. She’s having a party at her apartment the following night and wants Bridget to meet him. Bridget is a skeptic when it comes to finding love, and she’s cynical about Autumn’s ability to find her a boyfriend because she hasn’t been a successful match-maker in the past. She becomes even more reluctant to this blind meeting after Autumn inadvertently reveals her soul mate is a ‘man-whore’. But after her best friend’s relentless persuasion, and her own curiosity, she finally agrees to meet this mystery guy Tristan Hathaway.

When Bridget first meets Tristan, she’s attracted to his extremely good looks and British accent. Cautious with her heart, she puts up a carefully guarded exterior, but Tristan’s natural charm and genuine kindness easily break her defenses. They begin to open up to each other, and Tristan confesses he has a desire to fall in love one day. Later he reveals the true reason behind Autumn’s insistence with their meeting and why she believes so strongly her two friends are destined for each other. Bridget learns that Autumn had a strange dream where she encountered Tristan as a child desperately pleading for “the red hair girl” to soothe his heartache.

As Tristan and Bridget begin their romantic relationship, an intense passion develops between them that neither can resist. He has the ability to seduce her unlike any man she’s ever been with, and they both admit they have a sexual addiction to each other. Tristan reminds Bridget of a fallen angel, and in her heart she believes that is his true self. But unlike a conventional angel, he sports tattoos, he’s fond of profanity, has a criminal record, smokes cigarettes, and would never turn down the opportunity to get into a fight. He enjoys racing his Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle, having beers with his ‘mates’ and taking advantage of everything L.A.’s nightlife has to offer. Despite Tristan’s bad-boy tendencies and dangerous lifestyle, Bridget starts to believe he’s her soul mate and wonders if perhaps soul mates are supposed to be opposites. There’s no denying the earnest love they share, but no relationship is perfect. Along with Tristan’s selfless heart, devotion, and tenderness comes jealousy, possessiveness, and obsession.

As their relationship progresses, Bridget begins to notice Tristan has extraordinary abilities. He also has an unexplainable emotional and mental connection to her that begins to scare her, especially when he reveals he can hear some of her thoughts. Tristan doesn’t ease her fears when he says the longer they’re together, the stranger he feels. On a night of intimate confessions, he tells her, “I feel like something wants to break out of me; it wants to be free.”

Bridget teaches children as her profession, but she unknowingly becomes the student in her relationship with Tristan. He teaches her how it feels to love someone irrevocably and the true meaning of a soul mate. Though in the end, learning to listen to her heart may be the biggest lesson of all.

Aaaand… a picture, also taken from the site. :)

*sighs* Maybe I’ll be lucky and get an easy one some time. The problem with this one is… I don’t watch TV. I don’t even have cable here where I am! So.. you can see my dilemma. But.. I’m sure I can think of something.

*think think think*

There we go! While I don’t watch TV, I *have* downloaded the first two seasons of ‘Skins’ onto my iPod. Back when I liked the show.. back when Maxxie was there. Ahaha.

& so, here’s the link for their page on imdb…

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0840196/

& a pretty picture. :)

P.S. I realize I’m posting this a day late, but all I added were the link and picture, I swear! Homework distracted me last night, so I didn’t get to finish my post.

Geeze.. this one’s almost as bad as the last one. Second to my love of music (but not by much, depending on which ones) are movies.

So.. I shall cheat, sort of.. I’m going to ask my boyfriend what he thinks my favourite movie is. And I’ll use that, even if it isn’t. :)

10 minutes later… after much questioning, and getting off topic more than once, I got my answer ! He wasn’t completely sure if it was one of my favourites, but guessed correctly anyway. :)

And the winner is…..

Across The Universe !

Like I said, he wasn’t completely sure whether that one was one of my favourites or not, but he remembered his friend telling him he *had* to watch it, and me agreeing. He said that he’d go crazy if he didn’t guess *something*, at least for his sanity, and guessed that one.

And now we’re having this entire discussion about it, and watching it this summer, and how he’s going to get it for me if I don’t have it by the time I’m visiting him. What a crazy kid. I love him though.

Annnyyywaaayyyy… onto info about the movie. :)

(note: info taken from either my own brain, or http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0445922/ )

Full Summary:

Across The Universe is a fictional love story set in the 1960s amid the turbulent years of anti-war protest, the struggle for free speech and civil rights, mind exploration and rock and roll. At once gritty, whimsical and highly theatrical, the story moves from high schools and universities in Massachusetts, Princeton and Ohio to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, the Detroit riots, Vietnam and the dockyards of Liverpool. A combination of live action and animation, the film is paired with many songs by The Beatles that defined the time. Written by Anonymous

Musical based on The Beatles songbook. Set in the 60s England, America, and Vietnam. The love story of Lucy and Jude is intertwined with the anti-war movement and social protests of the 60s. Over 30 Beatles’ songs are woven into the plot together with visual allusions to their timeless films: Help! (1965), A Hard Day’s Night (1964), Magical Mystery Tour (1967) (TV), Yellow Submarine (1968) and Let It Be (1970). Written by Steve Shelokhonov

So, like is said in the summary, there are a shit-load of Beatles songs integrated in here! Beatles, war, a british lead.. what more could a girl ask for? Or anyone, for that matter. :P It helps too, how many times I’ve seen it (even without owning it) and all the memories that I associate with it. :)

My favourite song though, I have to say, is ‘Blackbird’. That’s my favourite Beatles song overall, so, while it might not be my very favourite in the movie, it’s up there. :)

Hmm.. for a picture, I don’t think I have the energy to make my own, but I *will* post something;

There. Beautiful. Like I said: I DID NOT MAKE THIS PICTURE. I google’d Across The Universe and found it. Apparently it’s from Deviantart. :)

Anyway, I think that’s all I have to say. If I have anything to add, I will later.

For now, ciao ! <3

Oh, of course I’m given this challenge on the first day of this.. well.. challenge.

Anyone who knows me knows that I love music, sometimes to an obsessive degree. However, to choose just one song is what presents the challenge. A challenge that has taken a hell of a lot of thought (over a short period of time) and which I think I’ve fulfilled. And while I won’t say that this is my *favourite* song, I’m definitely going to say that it’s up there.

The song is ‘Hallelujah’. It’s been done by many a singer, from the original Leonard Cohen to KD Lang at the Vancouver 2010 Olympics this year. Overall, I just think that it’s amazing. Something that I’ve known for as long as I can remember (because really, I don’t remember when the first Shrek movie came out, and I fell in love with it then). Most people *do* know this song, from one thing or another, at least to hear it if not by name. Is it weird to consider a song as having been there for you? Well, if it isn’t, then I definitely do, and if it is, well, fuck it.

Anyway, here are the lyrics, in case anyone who reads this is interested:

I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu——jah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu——jah

Maybe I have been here before, I know this room; I have walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and its a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu——jah

There was a time you let me know whats really going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you? (and)
Remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu——jah

Maybe there’s a God above, and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody who’s seen the light, its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu—jah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu—-u—-jah

(Note: These lyrics are from the Rufus Wainwright version, my personal favourite. )

Aaaaandddd *triumphant music* I made a picture. :) It’s not the greatest, but it’s my favourite part of the song, and I kinda like how it turned out. :)

A post a day for thirty days. Not so hard… for most people. But when your brain just won’t shut off, and you’ve got to do more things then you can count, sometimes it seems that there just aren’t enough seconds or minutes or hours in a day.

& so, just to make my life even more hellish, I stole this from my dear friend elegantinsanity . I hope you don’t mind, girlie, I just thought that this was a really good idea. :)

I’m going to aim for a picture and a text post rather than just text or just a picture, but who knows how this’ll turn out. (I’ll bold the ones I’ve done as the days go by)

Day 01 — Your favorite song 
Day 02 — Your favorite movie 
Day 03 — Your favorite television program 
Day 04 — Your favorite book 
Day 05 — Your favorite quote 
Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy 
Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy 
Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad 
Day 09 — A photo you took 
Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago 
Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently 
Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy 
Day 13 — A fictional book 
Day 14 — A non-fictional book 
Day 15 — A fanfic 
Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly) 
Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) 
Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy 
Day 19 — A talent of yours 
Day 20 — A hobby of yours 
Day 21 — A recipe 
Day 22 — A website 
Day 23 — A YouTube video 
Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy 
Day 25 — Your day, in great detail 
Day 26 — Your week, in great detail 
Day 27 — This month, in great detail 
Day 28 — This year, in great detail 
Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days 
Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy

elegantinsanity:

Day 01 — Your favorite song 
Day 02 — Your favorite movie 
Day 03 — Your favorite television program 
Day 04 — Your favorite book 
Day 05 — Your favorite quote 
Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy 
Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy 
Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad 
Day 09 — A photo you took 
Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago 
Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently 
Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy 
Day 13 — A fictional book 
Day 14 — A non-fictional book 
Day 15 — A fanfic 
Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly) 
Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) 
Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy 
Day 19 — A talent of yours 
Day 20 — A hobby of yours 
Day 21 — A recipe 
Day 22 — A website 
Day 23 — A YouTube video 
Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy 
Day 25 — Your day, in great detail 
Day 26 — Your week, in great detail 
Day 27 — This month, in great detail 
Day 28 — This year, in great detail 
Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days 
Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy

So, I’m going to do my best to try and do this. It’s something to pass the time, pass the days which seem to go by so slowly and at the same time all at once. Wish me luck, whoever may happen upon it. Thanks to elegantinsanity ; I’ll have to ask you about this when I get the chance. :P