I'm back, and I'm not tolerating any drama or stupidity this time. Take your pettiness elsewhere, I don't need or want it.

Anything important is considered "friends only". Lyrics are pretty much the only things I post publicly. Please leave a comment here to let me know that you've added me. :-)

That's the number of physical "records" I counted and sorted today, in "box A" (which goes from A to J). There are 94 records, which are:
( massive number of albums under the cut )

I said on December 19 that I wanted to get a new journal when my paid account expired. My paid account has expired, and I have done such. I can now be found at theshadowland . Why "the shadowland"? Because I have wanted a Ryan Adams-inspired name for a long time, and that one suits me frighteningly well.

I've transfered over all of my friends, because I like you all (:P) but if you don't want to have been transfered over/had planned to de-friend me soon/whatever, let me know. :) I will not be deleting this journal--there's too much of my life in it--but I'll be using the other one instead.

We did this on another board, and I thought it would be fun to do three years of perspective.
( December 2006 )

( December 2007 )

( December 2008 )

Jesus, that means I'm on my third year (well, I've had it for two full years now) of journalling with this name. LJ cuts are for losers, BTW.

January: I am oddly and equally obsessed at the moment by Shotter's Nation and The Charlatans.
February: I am reading The Hours.
March: I have socks that, when put on, will make my feet look like French Dogs.
April: HAPPY THIRD BIRTHDAY BLAINE!
May: As with all things, there is good nineties music and bad nineties music.
June: There's blood on my keyboard. Because I had a nosebleed, but I didn't know.
July: My new job can only be described as "drug pusher".
August: I talk a little about this every year but it amazes me that every year I feel the same way.
(I only updated my journal twice in August. The tenth and the seventeenth.)
September: I've been in college nearly two weeks now, and it's so much different than what I expected!
October: I wasn't sad about DPT , which was strange, because they're the first band I've loved while they were together who split up when I loved them with the exception of The Butchies, whom I did not love even remotely as much as DPT, and I was sadder about The Butchies, until Friends came on my iPod and suddenly I was so bloody sad about it that I'm sitting in the computer room trying my hardest not to cry.
(breanne, that's not a fucking sentence, that's a paragraph.)
November: it snowed today and stuck to the ground.
December: Isn't it strange that you were the one to go?

See the next entry for a much longer, actual, you know, entry.

If you were removed from my Friends List and you aren't sure why, it was a precautionary measure. My Livejournal is a place where I  can say what I think and my opinions on things. It is not Mitchell's personal news source, and anyone who sees fit to inform him what I write in it is not my friend and has no place on my friends page. Thank you for your understanding.

( Kristin, how accurate would you say these are? )

The Libertines: You're My Waterloo
Cowboy Junkies: Blue Moon Revisited (Song For Elvis)
Cowboy Junkies: Misguided Angel
Pete Doherty: For Lovers
Rod Stewart: Forever Young
Lucinda Williams: Jackson
Matteo Messina: Up The Spout (I don't know why--I can't remember ever listening to this!)
Pulp: A Little Soul
Dixie Chicks: Lullaby
Tick, Tick, BOOM!: See Her Smile
Mark Knopfler: Sailing To Philadelphia
U2: Walk On
Guster: I Spy
John Hiatt: Angel
Andy Clockwise: Alice May
RENT: Light My Candle
Drew McConnell: Green Eyed Twin
Guster: Careful
John Hiatt: The Wreck Of The Barbie Ferarri
Bruce Springsteen: Reason To Believe (live)
Green Day: Good Riddance
Youth Group: Forever Young
Cowboy Junkies: Sweet Jane
The Kooks: By My Side
Bruce Springsteen: REason To Believe

We went down to the May Parade
Mumbled words under my breath
There is something I've been meaning to do
I am dying to tell you
I've been so damn tired
It went down at the May Parade
Bitter words under my breath
There is something I've been dying to do
I was meaning to tell you
I've been so damn sad
Cos I spy something red
You don't know how far you've gone
Or recognise who you've become
How'd you grow to be so hard?
I'm sick of playing my part
We went down at the May Parade
Alcohol under my breath
There is something I've been meaning to do
I am dying to tell you
I've been so damn sad
Cause I spy something red
You don't know how far you've gone
Or recognise who you've become
When'd you grow to be so hard?
Sick of playing my part

Kristin?

(2 theories: It sounds like him talking to PEter or him talking to himself. Now I want to write fic. *slams head against wall*)

For all intents and purposes, my relationship with Mitchell was over after I read Franny and Zooey.

It wasn't over some dramatic falling-out over the book, I don't think he even knows it exists, and to say it ended immediately after I read it would be a hyperbole and, of course, not entirely accurate.

I read the book at the end of the summer, finally, after avoiding it for probably five or six years due to my severe and completely irrational hatred of Catcher In The Rye and thereby all things Salinger by extension. I found myself, for the first time in a long time, completely absorbed in a book. (LJ's tags tell me that the last book I got totally absorbed in before Franny and Zooey was probably Lullabies For Little Criminals, nearly a year before. I'm glad that books that suck me in like this--so completely--are a rarity, because it makes them so much more captivating while I'm reading them) I especially adored Franny. She might have gone crazy, but she's a character I could relate to, and the passage about her praying without ceasing is one of my favourites in all literature. There was, however, one problem.

See, Franny has a boyfriend. Lane Coutell is, on the outside, essentially perfect. He's handsome and intelligent, well-dressed, funny, and popular, all the sorts of things that you want out of a boyfriend. He's a lot like Mitchell, actually. There's just one problem with this Lane. He's kind of an arse to Franny. He thinks he's smarter than her--and maybe he is, but it's important to note that Franny, though her syntax is awful, is a very intelligent person in her own right--and he lets her know that on a regular basis. He's controlling and pompous, and several times throughout the book--or at least Franny's portion, I felt genuine hate toward him, because he treats Franny more like a child than a partner. I remember distinctly thinking "If I had a boyfriend like Lane Coutell, I'd probably dump him on the spot."

It wasn't until the second time I read it that it hit me.  I didn't hate him as much that time, I suppose because it was like knowing someone for awhile. I already knew that he was kind of douchey, and I was prepared for his douchiness. In fact, in reading it over the second time, I grew fond of him, even. He was beginning to remind me of Mitchell. And as soon as that thought hit, I recalled my own thoughts: "If I had a boyfriend like Lane Coutell, I'd probably dump him on the spot."

I didn't, of course, dump Mitchell on the spot. He's nowhere near as bad as Lane Coutell, but the only real flaw that Mitchell ever had during our relationship was his propensity to treat me, on occasion, like a very stupid child. I was something that I'd mentioned to my mother before and been brushed off, but it was something that was unsettling me even as early as the middle of August. Because I was coming to Calgary, and because I was still in love with him (even in spite of this Lane Coutell revelation), I did nothing.

I finally snapped sometime at the beginning of October. I was unhappy and lonely anyway, and I knew that I could no longer foresee my future the way I had foreseen it before. At Thanksgiving, I told my family, and we had a long discussion. I came back to Calgary that Monday and I saw Mitchell shortly thereafter and nearly changed my mind.

I can't tell you what made me finally cave in and break up with him. Maybe it was that then I felt like Franny Glass. I didn't just feel like her, In the moment that I broke up with him, I'm pretty sure I was her. I don't remember what the inciting incident was, but I know that in some way, in that moment,  I was Franny and he was Lane, and it was almost as though 47 years of pent-up resentment (because that's how long it's been since the book was published) were coming to a front.

I did feel badly afterward, both for him and because I was sad over the dissolution of a relationship that, at the time, I did beleive might someday end in marriage (this was a foolish assumption, we were too different for a marriage to possibly work), but it's been about two weeks, maybe close to three, and I don't feel as though I'm missing anything out of my life. I read Franny and Zooey recently on a very arduous bus trip and I remember feeling a lot more settled about Lane than I had before. I suppose there's a lesson here: if your boyfriend reminds you of a literary character you hate, you're probably better off without him.

Jack does not, and cannot, love Ianto.

He realises this shortly after one of his many deaths, curled in post-coital bliss with a sleeping, or close to it, Ianto. Ianto had uttered the "L" word while they were together that night, and although on any other night Jack would have tried to rationalise it as him touching the right spot inside of Ianto or holding him in the right way, but he knows that it's true. Ianto does love him. Probably always has, under thinly veiled comments about his coat and relentless stalking and perfectly made coffee. Jack would like to love Ianto. It would have been easier, if not on Jack then at least on Ianto, but Jack cannot summon the stirrings of love that Ianto so craves. Ianto is attractive, yes, and can be charming at times, and Jack has to admit that he enjoys desecrating every inch of his perfectly-pressed suits, but while there is lust and attraction, he doesn't love Ianto. It's probably for the best, anyway--everyone Jack has ever loved has been lost, and he knows he doesn't want to lose Ianto; almost losing him is hard enough. In this way, he can justify and rationalise not loving Ianto, but even a logical justification can't stop his guilt.

( Music Meme Ganked From Kristin )</div>

...Here goes nothing.

( For you, I'd do anything--tear myself in two just to hear you breathe. )

( With many thanks to Kristin for shaping my musical tastes for the past year or so. )

For use on Big Bad Baby Names mostly, but since it can't be updated less frequently than every thirty days, I'm going to keep it here for continual updating.

I've been rambling a lot about things (mostly music) that don't really pertain to this blog's heart, that is, the fact that it's a blog about my life. I've always wanted to be the editor of a fashion/culture magazine, and in order to feed that dream, I've opened another blog (on blogspot) called "Professionally Trendy", which I'm going to use to talk about fashion, music, and other such things. The link is http://professionally--trendy.blogspot.com. Feel free to read if those types of ramblings are why you read this blog. ;-)

...We want your body and we want your soul!

Wait, wrong fandom. never mind then.

AAAAAAAANYWAY:


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