A little bit late because I got distracted by Don't Talk To Cops. xD Something that isn't actually winter music, but makes me feel all wintery anyway:

Nick Drake - Cello Song

Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere.
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear.
For the dreams that came to you when so young
Told of a life
Where spring is sprung.

You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight.
But while the earth sinks to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave.

So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait
And sing my song.
And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud.

Tonight is a crackhead night. I'm all jittery and it feels like my skin is crawling and I just don't think I'll be getting much sleep any time soon.

I'm doing something I may come to regret and downloading White Collar. Everybody seems to have nothing but good to say about it, and... yeah, I really don't need another thing to watch, but everything's going on hiatus for the holidays so I'll have plenty of time to watch it. After I catch up with Supernatural, which will take god only knows how long.


I have gotten to the point where I open my works in progress, read through them, and am actually embarrassed by them. I don't know what's more embarrassing, the fact that I have things I've been writing for four months now that aren't anywhere near complete, or how bad they are. I hate this. If I don't finish something within a week of starting it, it just languishes, and I hate it more every time I look at it, and hate is not a good motivator.

*stabs them all with bamboo skewers and roasts them over an open flame*

I just need to get over this irrational fear of writing poorly and write something. Preferably finishing something already started. Maybe one of these things kicking around from-- dear god, I haven't modified some of these since September. I have been depressed, haven't I?


Oh. I just realized that I'm going to be in Plattsburgh and I won't have the money to get the tattoo I've been wanting. It's probably just as well, I don't know where I want it anyway, but... I really do want to get inked again. I never thought I'd enjoy it the first time I got one, but it's like an addiction. Maybe I'll have enough to get the semicolon behind my ear, and the iris can be my graduation present for myself in May.

Oooooh, I see what the big deal about Castiel is now.

Angel of the Lord, huh? If that's what the faithful get to see, I really slipped up when I was fourteen.



...joking about the fate of my eternal soul, always good for an uncomfortable laugh. Seriously, if there's one thing I'm worried about, it's that my parents are right about everything. What the hell, serious turn is serious, get back to fawning over the pretty, self.