| Current mood: |  relaxed |
| Current music: | Nothing is Sacred on my Compilation |
*Yawn*
It's Thursday.....ugh....another useless day within our summer. It is rainy today and chilly. I love it! I forgot what it felt like not to melt from the sun. Christine and I are trying to go to the mall today to drop off her application for Hot Topic. Hopefully she will get the job. She'd enjoy it! Working in general is a pain but it helps to wear what you want so you are comfortable. Been listening to a CD Mark left here about two weeks ago. Some Industrial sheisse. I think it is called Industrial Music of the Shadows perhaps volume 3?? Some songs are annoying but some are great. Reminds me of the morbid music I love. But now I have on my CD...Beauty In Darkness.
Spent yesterday downloading Pagan music. I found The Lady of Shallot by Loreena McKennitt. Desiree will die when I make a CD of it for her! She loves that poem. It is a lovely story.
Chris just logged off AOL to get dressed. Have to wait for her mother to come home to see what we can do about the transportation to the mall. I would like to go...I would prefer that no one call us Satan Worshippers though today. It becomes irritating...well more for Christine than myself. I believe they are wrong because they show their ignorance. Cannot even tell the difference between Pagans and "Satan Worshippers" :P
I have such trouble sleeping now a days. My mind does not rest no matter the state of my body. It grows aggitating quickly. The moon is also very bright these past few nights. The moon is waxing and grows larger. The Full Moon is the 13th. which is this Sunday. Perhaps I should drink some defac coffee before bed or burn some incense. I wonder if before bed is the only time my mind truly organizes itself. Is my day too busy? Too crowded with bullshit?
Bernhardt was offered a job in Croatia. There would be money, loggings, a car, etc. waiting for him there. The company only told him they were considering it so there is still a chance it could fall through. He is so torn. They want him mainly because he is Croatian, speaks the language obviously and knows the history. He also speaks French and English along with Croatian. I feel he might accept when and if they offer it for real. He belongs in Europe. He is so happy there. He feels lost and unaccepted here in North America. He can always visit his friends here if he moves, just like he visits his family in Europe. He is thinking about visiting in September but is not sure because of the situation with Mark. O well.
Chris is on line again. I have someone to talk to now thankfully. We called Dale to see if he would go but he is unavailable. My brother needs the car for an interview around 2 this afternoon. Wonder how it will go. Maybe if he comes home early, he could drop us off. It is early yet in the day.
The bumps on my hands are disappearing once again. I wonder what it is. It comes and goes so often but it is rare to occur this badly.
I wish the world was cooler and darker more often. The nights are usually as humid as the day so there is little relief there. The air conditioning was off all night. The fresh air I welcomed fully! I wish it would be like this, this weekend. Mark and I are going to the Cemetery to take photos which we have not done in a while. Sunday would be good too for the weather. The city is too hot as it is. I finally get to meet Paulo. Wonder what he is like...? He seems ok but it might be because I am Mark's girlfriend so he has to be respectful for now anyway. He hopefully will pierce my belly button. He has a piercing gun. I have to wear my vinyl corset I bought to the city. I look good but it is hard to breathe after a while. I'm bringing another shirt to change into. Mark has not seen me in it yet...hope he likes it.
Have to take my vitamins! Damnit I forgot...
Under the winter moon's pale light,
across the cold and starry night,
from snowy mountains soaring high
to ocean shores echoes the cry.
From barren sands to verdant fields,
from city street to lonely wealds,
cries the tortured human heart,
seeking solace, wisdom, a chart
by which to understand its plight
under the winter moon's pale light.
Dawn is unable to fade the night.
Must we live ever in the blight
under the winter moon's cold light,
lost in loneliness, hate, and fright,
last night, tonight, tomorrow night
under the winter moon's bleak light?
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