We're Gonna Rock You!
So, i can be less awkward. :)
I think it helps if i don't get so worked up. hehe.
Next weekend is Winter Warm Up (theme Great Lovers Through Time). I kind of can't wait. Except for the fact that i won't have anyone to dance with. But that hasn't stopped me before. ^_^
I spent time talking to both of those dudes tonight. It was fun. And Random. And the one that i like the most? Alex thinks its Cute. :P I think its silly. I'm such a girl, sometimes.
I think i need a new LJ layout. Haha. I'm having such a hard time writing/thinking straight right now. I think maybe i should sleep. Mm. Sleep. MMMM.
I wanted to go out tonight. Instead i watched "Stick It". It was fun.
there's a song i have on my playlist. Its in French. It's called Ebauche No. 2. Last night i babelfished the translation. Its... Crazy.
Have we thus commited a strange action?
Explain, if you can, my disorder and my fear
I shiver of fear when you say to me: " My angel! "
And however I feel my mouth to go towards you.
Do not look at me thus, you, my thought!
You that I love forever, my sister of election,
Nevertheless you would be a drawn up obstacle
And the beginning of my perdition!
Nevertheless you would be a drawn up obstacle
And the beginning of my perdition!
Cursed is forever the useless dreamer
Who wanted the first, in his stupidity,
S' éprenant of an insoluble and sterile problem,
With the things of love to mix honesty!
that which wants to link in a mystical agreement
The shade with heat, the night with the day,
will never heat its paralytic body
With this red sun that is named; love!
We cannot satisfy only one Master!
But child, épanchant an immense pain,
Shouted suddenly: " I feel it widen in my being
An open abyss; this abyss is my heart! "
Burning like a volcano, deep like the vacuum!
Nothing will satisfy this groaning monster
And the thirst for l' will not refresh; Euménide
Who, the torch in hand, burns it until blood
That our closed curtains separate us from the world,
And how lassitude brings the rest!
I want to destroy in your deep throat
And to find on your centre the freshness of the tombs! "
Decend, Decend, Lamentable victims,
Decend the way from hell eternal!
Plunge to most profound of the pit, where all the crimes
Whipped by a wind which does not come from the sky
Never a fresh ray lit your caves;
By the slits of the walls of feverish miasmas
Filter in igniting as well as lanterns
And your bodies of their dreadful perfumes penetrate
"Hippolyte, dear heart, what do you say of these things?
do you understand now that they should not offer
the sacred holocaust of the first roses
With the breaths violent one which could fade them
Hippolyte, oh my sister! turn now your face,
You, my heart my whole and my half,
Turn towards me your eyes full of blue and stars
For one of your charming glances, divine balsam,
The pleasures more obscure i raise your vails,
And i will die in a dream without end.
I think it helps if i don't get so worked up. hehe.
Next weekend is Winter Warm Up (theme Great Lovers Through Time). I kind of can't wait. Except for the fact that i won't have anyone to dance with. But that hasn't stopped me before. ^_^
I spent time talking to both of those dudes tonight. It was fun. And Random. And the one that i like the most? Alex thinks its Cute. :P I think its silly. I'm such a girl, sometimes.
I think i need a new LJ layout. Haha. I'm having such a hard time writing/thinking straight right now. I think maybe i should sleep. Mm. Sleep. MMMM.
I wanted to go out tonight. Instead i watched "Stick It". It was fun.
there's a song i have on my playlist. Its in French. It's called Ebauche No. 2. Last night i babelfished the translation. Its... Crazy.
Have we thus commited a strange action?
Explain, if you can, my disorder and my fear
I shiver of fear when you say to me: " My angel! "
And however I feel my mouth to go towards you.
Do not look at me thus, you, my thought!
You that I love forever, my sister of election,
Nevertheless you would be a drawn up obstacle
And the beginning of my perdition!
Nevertheless you would be a drawn up obstacle
And the beginning of my perdition!
Cursed is forever the useless dreamer
Who wanted the first, in his stupidity,
S' éprenant of an insoluble and sterile problem,
With the things of love to mix honesty!
that which wants to link in a mystical agreement
The shade with heat, the night with the day,
will never heat its paralytic body
With this red sun that is named; love!
We cannot satisfy only one Master!
But child, épanchant an immense pain,
Shouted suddenly: " I feel it widen in my being
An open abyss; this abyss is my heart! "
Burning like a volcano, deep like the vacuum!
Nothing will satisfy this groaning monster
And the thirst for l' will not refresh; Euménide
Who, the torch in hand, burns it until blood
That our closed curtains separate us from the world,
And how lassitude brings the rest!
I want to destroy in your deep throat
And to find on your centre the freshness of the tombs! "
Decend, Decend, Lamentable victims,
Decend the way from hell eternal!
Plunge to most profound of the pit, where all the crimes
Whipped by a wind which does not come from the sky
Never a fresh ray lit your caves;
By the slits of the walls of feverish miasmas
Filter in igniting as well as lanterns
And your bodies of their dreadful perfumes penetrate
"Hippolyte, dear heart, what do you say of these things?
do you understand now that they should not offer
the sacred holocaust of the first roses
With the breaths violent one which could fade them
Hippolyte, oh my sister! turn now your face,
You, my heart my whole and my half,
Turn towards me your eyes full of blue and stars
For one of your charming glances, divine balsam,
The pleasures more obscure i raise your vails,
And i will die in a dream without end.