In This Life
Listening: Little Dawn - Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
But on the days and night when it's hard to breathe
And you can't believe you still walk the streets
Stretch out your weary hand to me,
It's alright.
And if you're not content to just believe
And if you don't consent to just let it be
Stretch out your legs and dance with me,
All night
('Til you don't deny tonight).
The Marchioness's Christmas Countdown: 10 days.
This is it! I'm officially done my exams. Five battles between me and a mass of paper, and I have emerged victorious. I now do a tae-bo kick of celebration.
It's 11:26 on a Friday morning and I'm celebrating my newfound freedom with a spoonful of chocolate chip cookie dough (which is terribly bad for me, but then again, so are exams) and procrastinating the drying of my hair, which I will have to stop procrastinating momentarily. Partially because I'm really cold, but partially because I have to call Cole at noon and arrange what the hell we're going to do this afternoon. We're going Christmas shopping (huzzah!), and it's about goddamn time because I have zero shopping done. Seriously, not a single gift has been bought. Gaaah!
People I have to shop for: My parents, my sister, Cole, Matt, John, Kelilah, Ben, Jimmy, Kathleen. Jam and co. are getting cards because Jam had a spaz when I mentioned buying a gift for him.
Kelilah and Ben gave me the world's most amazing Christmas gift yesterday. Obsoive.
Mwaaaaaah.
This is Pocky. He is huge and fluffy and loveable and named for a delicious snack. When they pulled him out of the shopping bag it was love at first sight. He is my boy and I adore him. I spent the night snuggled on his tummy. Also I am aware that I look like a muderess here. I was just so overcome with love at the moment that I was snuggled into Pocky and wouldn't let go. (Kelilah tied his ribbon. Isn't he just edible?)
He came with a tag that read "To Julia, Love your Pandas ^^" and I broke a little bit.
If you're thinking that my head might be crazy fuzztastic here, your sight isn't off, my head is completely loco. Mainly because I was out on one of my prowls last night.
When I came home from mad post-exam adventures, the very first thing I noticed was that the weather was mind-bogglingly warm. This was like 2 in the morning, but that didn't stop me from going into the house long enough to drop off my bag, grabbing my iPod, and sneaking out the back door. I do this a lot in the summer months, but this was a Christmas prowl, so I couldn't very well start off the jaunt with anything but Christmas music. Walking up the hill from my house, I felt so strangely euphoric, looking at the Christmas lights and listening to the Tori Amos cover of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, which is the most amazing song ever and all of you should get it immediately. The reason it's so amazing is that it always reminds me of my friends, no matter who they are at the time, so I can't help but be happy when I hear it.
After a while, I switched over to less seasonal music, and before you know it I was dancing down the street in the dead of night, laughing and stumbling and so goddamn happy that it was almost illegal. No, I hadn't been drinking, or anything of the sort. The reason I was stumbling was mostly because I was dancing downhill, and the reason I was laughing was because I knew I looked goddamned ridiculous, but I was so happy because at that moment, the dead of night on the 14th of December, everything was right in my life. I had nothing more pressing at the time than a walk when there was no one else on the street, and I knew I was going to be looking forward to a wonderful break with my wonderful friends, new and old, who have become like a small family to me.
Music has a tendancy to make me euphoric as it is, and depending on how upbeat the song is, it doesn't take much to get me dancing. City of Blinding Lights, by U2, always manages to remind me of how lucky I am, so that's what I was twirling around to in the middle of the road at 2:30 a.m. this morning, while the rest of you were all asleep.
I almost got the life scared out of me at one point, when I came around a corner and some jackass had set up a wooden cut-out of the Grinch, which looked like it was about to leap out of the trees at me. I calmed down after a few minutes and even laughed nervously to myself, but after that I took to the highway. I prefer walking there, anyway, specifically on the barricade separating the lanes. There were a couple of cars jaunting around even at that hour, so I raised a few eyebrows, but I didn't care.
I turned around and headed home at around 3:30 a.m., when the temperature dropped. Even I'm not retarded enough to stay outside long enough to freeze my ass off. (Not a word, Ben and Kelilah.) I crept back in through the back door, stripped off my clothes (because they were soaked at this point; it wasn't raining, but Newfoundland just suspends its moisture in midair so that it clings to your clothes and hair. (Hence why my head is so fluffy and retarded!)) and crawled up into bed with Pocky and Boo. I never expected to get out for one of my prowls at least until spring, more likely the summer, so I'm very glad I did it.
Now I need to call Cole for the second time and tell her to get her ass in gear. I need to Christmas shop, goddammit, and she needs to wake the hell up.
Icarus has found that she has a lot of songs that remind her of the people she loves.
But on the days and night when it's hard to breathe
And you can't believe you still walk the streets
Stretch out your weary hand to me,
It's alright.
And if you're not content to just believe
And if you don't consent to just let it be
Stretch out your legs and dance with me,
All night
('Til you don't deny tonight).
The Marchioness's Christmas Countdown: 10 days.
This is it! I'm officially done my exams. Five battles between me and a mass of paper, and I have emerged victorious. I now do a tae-bo kick of celebration.
It's 11:26 on a Friday morning and I'm celebrating my newfound freedom with a spoonful of chocolate chip cookie dough (which is terribly bad for me, but then again, so are exams) and procrastinating the drying of my hair, which I will have to stop procrastinating momentarily. Partially because I'm really cold, but partially because I have to call Cole at noon and arrange what the hell we're going to do this afternoon. We're going Christmas shopping (huzzah!), and it's about goddamn time because I have zero shopping done. Seriously, not a single gift has been bought. Gaaah!
People I have to shop for: My parents, my sister, Cole, Matt, John, Kelilah, Ben, Jimmy, Kathleen. Jam and co. are getting cards because Jam had a spaz when I mentioned buying a gift for him.
Kelilah and Ben gave me the world's most amazing Christmas gift yesterday. Obsoive.
Mwaaaaaah.
This is Pocky. He is huge and fluffy and loveable and named for a delicious snack. When they pulled him out of the shopping bag it was love at first sight. He is my boy and I adore him. I spent the night snuggled on his tummy. Also I am aware that I look like a muderess here. I was just so overcome with love at the moment that I was snuggled into Pocky and wouldn't let go. (Kelilah tied his ribbon. Isn't he just edible?)
He came with a tag that read "To Julia, Love your Pandas ^^" and I broke a little bit.
If you're thinking that my head might be crazy fuzztastic here, your sight isn't off, my head is completely loco. Mainly because I was out on one of my prowls last night.
When I came home from mad post-exam adventures, the very first thing I noticed was that the weather was mind-bogglingly warm. This was like 2 in the morning, but that didn't stop me from going into the house long enough to drop off my bag, grabbing my iPod, and sneaking out the back door. I do this a lot in the summer months, but this was a Christmas prowl, so I couldn't very well start off the jaunt with anything but Christmas music. Walking up the hill from my house, I felt so strangely euphoric, looking at the Christmas lights and listening to the Tori Amos cover of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, which is the most amazing song ever and all of you should get it immediately. The reason it's so amazing is that it always reminds me of my friends, no matter who they are at the time, so I can't help but be happy when I hear it.
After a while, I switched over to less seasonal music, and before you know it I was dancing down the street in the dead of night, laughing and stumbling and so goddamn happy that it was almost illegal. No, I hadn't been drinking, or anything of the sort. The reason I was stumbling was mostly because I was dancing downhill, and the reason I was laughing was because I knew I looked goddamned ridiculous, but I was so happy because at that moment, the dead of night on the 14th of December, everything was right in my life. I had nothing more pressing at the time than a walk when there was no one else on the street, and I knew I was going to be looking forward to a wonderful break with my wonderful friends, new and old, who have become like a small family to me.
Music has a tendancy to make me euphoric as it is, and depending on how upbeat the song is, it doesn't take much to get me dancing. City of Blinding Lights, by U2, always manages to remind me of how lucky I am, so that's what I was twirling around to in the middle of the road at 2:30 a.m. this morning, while the rest of you were all asleep.
I almost got the life scared out of me at one point, when I came around a corner and some jackass had set up a wooden cut-out of the Grinch, which looked like it was about to leap out of the trees at me. I calmed down after a few minutes and even laughed nervously to myself, but after that I took to the highway. I prefer walking there, anyway, specifically on the barricade separating the lanes. There were a couple of cars jaunting around even at that hour, so I raised a few eyebrows, but I didn't care.
I turned around and headed home at around 3:30 a.m., when the temperature dropped. Even I'm not retarded enough to stay outside long enough to freeze my ass off. (Not a word, Ben and Kelilah.) I crept back in through the back door, stripped off my clothes (because they were soaked at this point; it wasn't raining, but Newfoundland just suspends its moisture in midair so that it clings to your clothes and hair. (Hence why my head is so fluffy and retarded!)) and crawled up into bed with Pocky and Boo. I never expected to get out for one of my prowls at least until spring, more likely the summer, so I'm very glad I did it.
Now I need to call Cole for the second time and tell her to get her ass in gear. I need to Christmas shop, goddammit, and she needs to wake the hell up.
Icarus has found that she has a lot of songs that remind her of the people she loves.
posted by Icarus at 6:36 AM
2 Comments:
I spazzed because I have no money to buy you anything back and then I would feel bad! I DON'T WANT TO FEEL BAD, GOO! LIHAABDJYSWJE! SPAAAZ!
..*cough*
I'm done exammytime too! I just died eighty times from enjoyment.
And now for excessive amounts of alcohol.
--Jam
Exams are done!!! huzzah!!! and prowling sounds like fun ^_^ We need peaches. and we need chocolate fondu. muahahahahaahahahahaha.
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