Tell me~
Tell me about your feelings,
Tell me about your stories;
Look into my eyes and come on closer
And make me immortal with a kiss.
Tell me...
Tell me about your feelings,
Tell me about your stories; We know it's over, so tell me it's over,
And life will be better in spring...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, Cyprus. How I love you.
The above lyrics aren't relevant to anything in life right now (though they're scarily accurate to the mindset of a last-semester Katelynn 0.0), I'm just completely in love with this song. The Eurovision contest has broadened my view of lyrical music in general. I suppose words aren't so terrible after all! -shot-
Iiii was up late last night. Like, ick. Got to bed around four, woke up at six (fucking circadian rhythm.), dozed on and off for the next four hours, all the while trying to ignore the whisker kisses of my ninja. Whee.
But once I admitted that I was awake, I went and filled my ears with Lincolnshire Posy. Lots of it. On repeat. Gooood stuff. The third movement, 'Lord Melbourne', has these three chords at the end that I have lovingly dubbed "Fuck, yeah!" chords. Because you get there, and it's so glorious. So epic when performed live. Also on my Endless Repeat playlist (Yes, it's an actual list. Judge me and die.) are Cyprus's song, and Nickel Creek's "Lighthouse's Tale". So amazingly gorgeous. The harmonies in "Lighthouse" are nearly magical. Really makes me wish I could hook up a video screen to my eyes and let everyone else see what I see.
BUT instead of wasting your respective times gushing and fangirling over how amazing the music and lyrics of everything ever are, I'll get to what I really meant to put in this post~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I feel like things are falling apart as of late. I'm confused. My mind is cluttered and distracted (I blame you <3) and in too many places at once. But when I actually try to ponder a conclusion, I get two steps close to nowhere. Which is why I come here (and my shiny new LiveJournal, as well {though there are things I'll post here, but not there, and vice versa}) to list things and vent and write shtuff down, aye.
So here we are, whee~
1. My bestie from back home (with whom I haven't spoken with in ages {eew, proper grammar}) ambushed me on Facebook the other day. We chatted it up, then she shot me a joke. Something agriculturally-based. I got it, and laughed, but before I could type my reply, she typed: "Or are you too liberal to appreciate a joke like that?"
Now I'm not saying that I got upset, but that little retort stung. Really. I mean, come on. Does me being liberal and not fucking ashamed of it make me a bad person? Does it make Katelynn DIRTY somehow? Unable to appreciate a joke? Does it mean that I've completely changed my lifestyle and refused to acknowledge anything from back home? I know I've realized and changed a lot about myself, but I'm still tied to that desolate little town... Gah. Some people.
2. Some people (read: one person in particular) need to realize when someone dislikes what they're doing. In example: If I touch your back every time I talk to you, and you look at me rather pointedly and move away each time, I'd stop. Yes? Yes. It's easy.
But some people just CAN'T GET IT THROUGH THEIR HEADS and they're going to end up WITHOUT FINGERS if they DON'T STOP TOUCHING.
I don't want to make a big deal of it. I'm not the type of person who enjoys making a scene. I like my silence, and I've no problem with being overlooked. If I'm not in the spotlight, no worries. But sweet Jesus, man. If you don't back the fuck off, I'm going to do something that neither of us want to happen. -rage-
3: My roomie just ambushed me, and told me to look up a video on YouTube. So I did. And I can safely say that it made me cry. Like, if roomie hadn'tve been sitting there, I would've let go. As it was, I just marveled in the fact that it was so touching, and that I was barely restraining my intense need to bawl. The song was "Somewhere Out There". The singer was 4 years old. The performance made me cry. If you fail to understand the significance of this, ask me about it.
4: It's... nice to be back here again. Like, I was rather terrified that I'd never let myself be back here again, but now that I'm here, and there might be a chance that it could actually work (and that I've bared myself for a possible rejection, I'm... rather content (in this situation alone. everywhere else, I'm a mess). We'll see where it goes. ~ <3
5: I've been hard pressed to fulfill my purpose this week. So many of my friends are needing a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to chew on, or just someone to talk with about things. And I love doing it (the gratification of knowing that I might've helped even just a tiny bit is immense), but I think that some small part of me is yearning for a shoulder of my own to cry on. My reaction to that YouTube video made it all the clearer. I've been stressed for the past few weeks, and I've been ignoring it. Le sigh. If only I was one who felt comfortable enough (read: felt that people actually cared) to talk about stuff with people. I know some of them care. But, meh. There's a chunk a few posts back that kinda explains this. Whatever. That's what my beautiful pair of emotionally-explosive outlets are for. ^_^
6. Couple weeks back, I met one of the trumpet players in marching band. Cool kid. We chatted at lunch, and when he turned to talk to a friend, my ears couldn't help but prick at their conversation. He dropped a name that I recognized, and I asked him about it. He seemed... hesitant to explain (not that I blame him), but once he realized that I knew exactly what he was talking about, he was super excited. And now we're buddies. ^^
Which once again makes me realize how small of a minority I really am, when everything is taken into account. Like... yikes. If ever there were a person to be viciously misunderstood and judged/persecuted/scorned for it, it'd be me. Yay. Sad thing is, I was almost as excited as he was to realize that we were in the same minority. Because a) it's not an obvious thing, 2) it's not like I can go around asking people about it, and c) it's a highly misunderstood position to be in. I've never talked to anyone about it. Ever. Because I don't know how they'd react, and I'm pretty sure that they all have preconceived notions about said minority.
Tell me about your feelings,
Tell me about your stories;
Look into my eyes and come on closer
And make me immortal with a kiss.
Tell me...
Tell me about your feelings,
Tell me about your stories; We know it's over, so tell me it's over,
And life will be better in spring...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, Cyprus. How I love you.
The above lyrics aren't relevant to anything in life right now (though they're scarily accurate to the mindset of a last-semester Katelynn 0.0), I'm just completely in love with this song. The Eurovision contest has broadened my view of lyrical music in general. I suppose words aren't so terrible after all! -shot-
Iiii was up late last night. Like, ick. Got to bed around four, woke up at six (fucking circadian rhythm.), dozed on and off for the next four hours, all the while trying to ignore the whisker kisses of my ninja. Whee.
But once I admitted that I was awake, I went and filled my ears with Lincolnshire Posy. Lots of it. On repeat. Gooood stuff. The third movement, 'Lord Melbourne', has these three chords at the end that I have lovingly dubbed "Fuck, yeah!" chords. Because you get there, and it's so glorious. So epic when performed live. Also on my Endless Repeat playlist (Yes, it's an actual list. Judge me and die.) are Cyprus's song, and Nickel Creek's "Lighthouse's Tale". So amazingly gorgeous. The harmonies in "Lighthouse" are nearly magical. Really makes me wish I could hook up a video screen to my eyes and let everyone else see what I see.
BUT instead of wasting your respective times gushing and fangirling over how amazing the music and lyrics of everything ever are, I'll get to what I really meant to put in this post~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I feel like things are falling apart as of late. I'm confused. My mind is cluttered and distracted (I blame you <3) and in too many places at once. But when I actually try to ponder a conclusion, I get two steps close to nowhere. Which is why I come here (and my shiny new LiveJournal, as well {though there are things I'll post here, but not there, and vice versa}) to list things and vent and write shtuff down, aye.
So here we are, whee~
1. My bestie from back home (with whom I haven't spoken with in ages {eew, proper grammar}) ambushed me on Facebook the other day. We chatted it up, then she shot me a joke. Something agriculturally-based. I got it, and laughed, but before I could type my reply, she typed: "Or are you too liberal to appreciate a joke like that?"
Now I'm not saying that I got upset, but that little retort stung. Really. I mean, come on. Does me being liberal and not fucking ashamed of it make me a bad person? Does it make Katelynn DIRTY somehow? Unable to appreciate a joke? Does it mean that I've completely changed my lifestyle and refused to acknowledge anything from back home? I know I've realized and changed a lot about myself, but I'm still tied to that desolate little town... Gah. Some people.
2. Some people (read: one person in particular) need to realize when someone dislikes what they're doing. In example: If I touch your back every time I talk to you, and you look at me rather pointedly and move away each time, I'd stop. Yes? Yes. It's easy.
But some people just CAN'T GET IT THROUGH THEIR HEADS and they're going to end up WITHOUT FINGERS if they DON'T STOP TOUCHING.
I don't want to make a big deal of it. I'm not the type of person who enjoys making a scene. I like my silence, and I've no problem with being overlooked. If I'm not in the spotlight, no worries. But sweet Jesus, man. If you don't back the fuck off, I'm going to do something that neither of us want to happen. -rage-
3: My roomie just ambushed me, and told me to look up a video on YouTube. So I did. And I can safely say that it made me cry. Like, if roomie hadn'tve been sitting there, I would've let go. As it was, I just marveled in the fact that it was so touching, and that I was barely restraining my intense need to bawl. The song was "Somewhere Out There". The singer was 4 years old. The performance made me cry. If you fail to understand the significance of this, ask me about it.
4: It's... nice to be back here again. Like, I was rather terrified that I'd never let myself be back here again, but now that I'm here, and there might be a chance that it could actually work (and that I've bared myself for a possible rejection, I'm... rather content (in this situation alone. everywhere else, I'm a mess). We'll see where it goes. ~ <3
5: I've been hard pressed to fulfill my purpose this week. So many of my friends are needing a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to chew on, or just someone to talk with about things. And I love doing it (the gratification of knowing that I might've helped even just a tiny bit is immense), but I think that some small part of me is yearning for a shoulder of my own to cry on. My reaction to that YouTube video made it all the clearer. I've been stressed for the past few weeks, and I've been ignoring it. Le sigh. If only I was one who felt comfortable enough (read: felt that people actually cared) to talk about stuff with people. I know some of them care. But, meh. There's a chunk a few posts back that kinda explains this. Whatever. That's what my beautiful pair of emotionally-explosive outlets are for. ^_^
6. Couple weeks back, I met one of the trumpet players in marching band. Cool kid. We chatted at lunch, and when he turned to talk to a friend, my ears couldn't help but prick at their conversation. He dropped a name that I recognized, and I asked him about it. He seemed... hesitant to explain (not that I blame him), but once he realized that I knew exactly what he was talking about, he was super excited. And now we're buddies. ^^
Which once again makes me realize how small of a minority I really am, when everything is taken into account. Like... yikes. If ever there were a person to be viciously misunderstood and judged/persecuted/scorned for it, it'd be me. Yay. Sad thing is, I was almost as excited as he was to realize that we were in the same minority. Because a) it's not an obvious thing, 2) it's not like I can go around asking people about it, and c) it's a highly misunderstood position to be in. I've never talked to anyone about it. Ever. Because I don't know how they'd react, and I'm pretty sure that they all have preconceived notions about said minority.
...Oh, snap. Look at the time. I should go to bed now. Yes. Maybe. Which means I'll still be awake for at least another half hour.
Also: OMFG, FACEBOOK. I appreciate the concern, but I don't want million of lesbian chat advertisements on my sidebar. Thank you very freakin' much. -rage-
Σ'αγαπο! <3
Also: OMFG, FACEBOOK. I appreciate the concern, but I don't want million of lesbian chat advertisements on my sidebar. Thank you very freakin' much. -rage-
Σ'αγαπο! <3
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