quillory: (eye)
 Dear you: You're a silly, beautiful little magpie-colored coyote, and I ask that you play your games elsewhere. I've seen the marks your feathers make, and I don't want anything to do with that result. Unfortunately, I'm drawn by your plumage, and thought I know I shouldn't, I find myself chasing after the brightly colored string you drag along the ground. Please stop. My emotions are f*ked up enough already. Thanks. 

Dear you: I love you more than you realize. I need you more than I should. I understand you more than you'll ever know. I'd do anything for you, short of murder, though I'd help you hide the body if things really came to that. No matter where you go, or who you become, I'll always love you. Always and always and always.

...Dammit, you: You and your songs have the best-slash-worst timing in the WORLD.
Quote: "You can never 'just be friends' with somebody you used to love, simply because a little part of you will always love them."
You're lucky you're awesome. I wasn't even planning on including you in this, but here you are. Hope you're proud of yourself.

Dear you: I don't know you that well. But you're quite awesome, I must say. I'd very much like to get to know you better. For now, though, I'm going to play the "Look-but-don't-get-too-close-until-you're-sure" game, because I don't think I can do much other than that at the moment. So. We'll see. ((P.S. Your sisters are HOT. You shall be infinitely more adorable, but still. DAYUM, SON. o_o))

Dear you: You seem to be taking the hint that I've lost mucho respecto for you-o. Clever girl. Unless you're just being ignorant, in which case I say this: LADY, GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL. You have a boyfriend, congrats. But the more you shove it down my throat that he's the most amazing thing ever, the more I'm gonna get pissed at you. So DON'T DO IT, LADY. Go off with him and live your happily ever after ((I give it... a year. Maybe. Three semesters, tops.)) where I don't have to listen to the commentary.

Dear you: If you hurt her, I will break you.

Dear irrational crush: You are just too cute - much love and hugs to you. Because of your unexpected gesture of friendly affection, not even Voldemort can kill me now. So, uhm... Thanks for that. ^///^ 

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So, then - now that those little blurbs are out of the way:
It's been a relatively long time since I've last posted. Not for lack of anything to say ((trust me on that)) just lack of inspiration to sit down and actually do it. Kinda like right now. I've been working on this post for the past five minutes, and now I've got nothin' to say. I've said what's needed to be said, and now I'ma go to sleep. aye.

....Hee~ ^_^

The Gist~

Nov. 6th, 2010 10:55 pm
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I'm honestly too tired to write out a decent update, so I'll just give you basic ideas.

I'm in a good mood. Have been for the past couple days.

This weekend has kicked my ass. Tomorrow won't be any better. Less standing, but still.

Moving into Targhee is going to have to wait until Monday at the earliest. Can't make it work this weekend. :(

Men are confusing and silly and wonderful. <3

Women are just... Confusingly scary.

I am in paiiiiinnnnnn.

Marching band needs earplugs. Always. It's loud out there without it. And I'd like to be able to see my music (if I don't have it memorized, that is).

I know I'm forgetting something, but frankly, I'm exhausted, and I'm going to sleep. G'night, μου αγαπι. <3
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...because I revel in this kind of weather.

Honestly. I really do.
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I'm going to break something. Might not be physically, but then again it might. All I know is that before the week is over, I'm going to snap just maybe a bit. Maybe having internet would help me relax, give me an outlet. But that comes Wednesday, I guess. For now we'll chill in the SUB until practice time rolls around.

New apartment is wonderfully big, but it's too far away from campus, which means that I'll never be home EVER during the day. The fact that the place looks like it was hit by a tornado doesn't help. Everything got mixed up in the move, and I need to unpack/sort/pack my own things for this weekend's Targhee move. It would help if I was able to get home earlier than 6:00 each day. An hour between classes isn't enough to walk home in time to get anything done before having to leave again.

I just really want this move to be over. I feel like I'm useless at home, which I essentially am. I wake up, go to class (breakfast optional), get home when it's dark-ish, eat (maybe), do homework, and sleep (by 1:00, if I'm lucky). Home has become a storage/sleeping place. I can't. Do this. To Liz. Or myself..

I can't get over how amazingly shit-tastic the timing of everything is right now. Stress is getting out of hand, and I can't get out of the house because Liz puts me on MASSIVE FUCKING GUILT TRIPS even though I know she doesn't mean to and I'm getting kinda irritable because I can't get out of the house. I can't vent online because we won't have internet at the apartment until Wednesday.

FUCK THIS TIMING, ARRRRRGH.

And I know I'm bitching and complaining and you really don't want to hear it. And I apologize. But frankly, Idunno what else to do right now. It's either whine and bitch about everything, or break something. Which might just happen anyway.

I think it'll be easier on EVERYONE once I'm out of the apartment. Liz won't have to chew me out for never being home, and I won't have to feel guilty for getting cranky at her for chewing me out for never being home. Graagh.

Headin' home now, before it gets too dark/rainy/wonderful.

S'agapo. <3
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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...


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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~
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Stuff that's pretty kinda epically long-winded and pointless~ )
...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

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