These days, a good portion of my journal is public - mostly when it's me rambling about Amateurish Scholarly Pursuits, going crazy about Things I Like, etc. If for whatever reason, however, you're interested in reading more about my personal life and everyday goings-on (which, I grant, are terribly interesting), comment here before adding me. I like making new friends, but I pretty much just ignore people who add me without so much as introducing themselves. So drop me a line first, ok? :)

For various reasons, I wanted to start over with a new account. I'm moving over to lucymonster, come friend me there if you like. :)

The colours make you dizzy. Cracked
Lips, glazed eyes.
Light another cigarette.
“You only live once,” they tell you gravely,
And life’s too short, your body’s too frail.
Perishable. A rotting carcass waiting
To happen.
She smiles at you from the corner of the room
And you’re in too deep, and she’s miles away.
Ash and cinders fall from your lips as you
Brace yourself for the coming ordeal.
“How are you today?”
“Nice weather, isn’t it?”
Later tonight you will lie on your back
Staring up at the roof and you’ll ask:
“Why can’t I give myself to this?”
But you’re in too deep
And she’s miles away
From the dark place you live.
You’re just a carcass waiting to happen,
Waiting for tomorrow to wash you away.
For now, you smile and
Play along to pass the time until you
Fade.

I managed to survive two whole days of ASTs (scaling exams) without ONCE throwing myself off my chair, screaming "he's got Sirius!" and faking a fit.

She is pointless, heartless drama.
Hollow smile, a canvas smeared with rainbow lies.
He is the embodiment of
All that she has ever wanted,
Everything she knows she can’t control or recognise
Inside herself.
She lights a candle, glows with bright ideas,
Wax drips into her eyes.
She loses sight and she can’t feel, and she can’t fight.
The night falls and she dreams of falling,
Falling in love or just falling apart.
Sun rises and she catches fire
And leaves a trail of ash along the path.
She is dark and dust and cinders,
Not worth saving, not worth waiting.
When the summer rain comes she’ll be chalky
Slush on the sidewalk; nothing more.

FAITH NO MORE • MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
JANES ADDICTION • AFI • PARAMORE
HIM •ALEXISONFIRE • TAKING BACK SUNDAY • TRIVIUM
SUNNY DAY REAL ESTATE • EAGLES OF DEATH METAL
THE GET UP KIDS • REEL BIG FISH • MESHUGGAH • ALL TIME LOW
A DAY TO REMEMBER • IT DIES TODAY • ESCAPE THE FATE • CLUTCH
ANTI FLAG • ISIS • GALLOWS • A WILHELM SCREAM • THE WEAKERTHANS
EMAROSA • ANVIL • THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA• COMEBACK KID • THE ALMOST
DANCE GAVIN DANCE • FOUR YEAR STRONG • YOU ME AT SIX • WHITECHAPEL
THE AQUABATS • ROLO TOMASSI • BARONESS • RX BANDITS
MAXIMUM THE HORMONE • THE CREEPSHOW

There is a good possibility that I am actually going to die of excitement.

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.

And check out the rest of the lineup!!

It's official. Last year got a bit messed up, we arrived too late and my sister got sick so we had to leave early. THIS year, I will turn up at fucking 6am if needs be to make sure I get in on time. And there is nothing in the world that can come between me and barrier for the MCR set.

WHO ELSE IS AS PUMPED AS I AM?!?!?!?!?!

Wow, guys, check this kid out.

Cutest random internet stalker I've had since that one girl who created like ten different accounts for the purposes of spamming me with 'go kill yourself emo bitch' comments. :D

Sorry flist, just felt like sharing my little ego trip. Today is boring!

I seriously cannot stop listening to Silverstein's new album.

Shane Told is officially my homeboy.

(Although the 'went' in that lyric pisses me off. He's not an expert on grammar, I fear.)

Haha, so I totally got metaquoted. There was this whole thing, the kind of thing that involves Aragorn bleeding back to the sound of Evanescence over his unrequited love of Legolas.

I am...mildly scared. :P

PS. OH HOLY MOTHERFUCKING GOD LIVEJOURNAL CAN DETECT WHERE I LIVE!!! NO REALLY IT JUST DID! WHERE DID THAT BUTTON COME FROM?!?

Moi, j'adore la cuisine français. Quand j'etais en france, j'avais passé des heures dans les petits cafés et restaurants françaises. Et, j'sais pas pourquoi, mais j'ai trouvé le meilleur restaurant italien du monde en france. Miam miam. :)

So, we have a cockatiel.

Seriously. I came out of my room this morning, and the first thing mum said to me was 'hey, Lucy, we have a new cockatiel.' This family is so fucking bizarre. Seriously, I kind of love it.

I've named her Vlad. Everyone else has named her Elvira, but whatever. Vlad suits her more, I think. It has a certain air of dignity, don't you think?

In other news, major butterflies. This guy is...well, he's amazing. I had completely forgotten that I could feel like this...:D

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

"Seriously--did those guys have some sort of How-to-Fuck-with-Ryan chatroom? A network, or something?"

Best quote ever. The actual fic was very depressing, but that made me giggle.

PS. I fucking love this icon.

So, by a complicated string of people linking to other people's journals, I came across this. Have you ever wanted to see Edward Cullen throw down with Buffy Summers? Well, now's your chance!



*sporfles*

So, I called dibs on Buffy/Angel over at 30_wounds. I've been having the worst time getting anything written lately, so maybe this will help...can I commission the flist to poke me with cattle prods if I show signs of, you know, not following through on this?

1. 'It's just a flesh wound'	2. Sharp tongue	3. Killing blow	4. Take it like a man	5. Catscratches
6. Die for you	7. Sadomasochism	8. Whipped	9. Black and blue	10. Hospital
11. Bandages	12. 'This hurts me more than it hurts you'	13. If looks could kill	14. Last one standing	15. Worth dying for
16. 'You're bleeding'	17. 'I fell down some stairs'	18. Kiss it better	19. Go down in flames	20. Infection
21. Accept defeat	22. Let me see your scars	23. Bloodstains	24. Stabbed in the back	25. Will to live
26. Die by your hand	27. Battle fatigue	28. Papercut	29. Drunken brawl	30. Heal

Tagged by meezardra.

1. Grab the nearest book.

2. Open the book to page 54.

3. Find the seventh sentence.

4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal...along with these instructions.

<< Que n'y avez-vous oublié aussi votre cœur, je ne vous aurais pas laissé le reprendre. >>

(The funny arrow things are meant to be there, btw. The french use them in place of quotation marks.)

Bonus pretentiousness points if you can guess where the quote is from. I'll give you a hint - it's quite possibly the shortest sentence in the whole bloody book.

And now my turn to tag, although anybody is welcome to snag it if they feel so inclined:

1. highlyeccentric
2. panthrsoul
3. agenttrojie
4. tideru
5. ladywater

Because SOMEONE seems to think my drama is funny.

(It kind of is.)

:D

Congratulations Gerard and Lyn-Z!!!

Happy birthday Bandit Lee Way. She's a girl, a Gemini, and was born a handful of hours ago.

This has been an intense day for MCR-related news...

*runs off squeeing like mad*

I'm bored by what's allowed, what isn't fascinates me.
Love by another man's leave is too cold-blooded.
~ Amores, translated by Guy Lee

In other words - shagging someone else's girlfriend is no fun unless the other guy is hellishly paranoid about it.

Other things Ovid has taught me include:

* No always means yes
* Cheating is WRONG WRONG WRONG unless it's Ovid who's doing it
* It's fine to verbally abuse your partner as long as you don't hit her
* Ovid is the best thing since sliced bread. Gods fight over this guy.
* Lying about infidelity absolves the guilty party entirely.
* Poets are better than politicians
* The abortion debate has been raging since at least 23 BC

This is why I adore my European Classics class.

My Chemical Romance are recording a new album!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The world does not contain enough punctuation marks to express how incredibly excited I am.

MCR!!!!

God I fucking love that band. So much. So fucking much. New album - oh god, I'm on such a high I'm NEVER going to get my homework done now.