This is one of the most dark, sinister songs ever.
"Many miles away, something crawls to the surface of a dark Scottish loch..."
WJAT THE FUCK?
God, sometimes I wish songs didn't play like movies in my head.
Not this time though. Because I can see that shadow on the door of the cottage on the shore of a dark Scottish lake.
FLASH see the lake FLASH see the father outside the house, headlights glaring in a FLASH see the lake see The End.
There is no ending, just suspense. Chilling.
P.S. - Does the music to this song remind anyone of Blaster Master for the NES?
My grandmother is now ON THE PHONE. A) She knows my mom has to call because she's coming over at some random time to get my stuff. B) She DOESN'T know I want to call Michelle before she goes to work.
I am going to have to pull some rogue-ishly backhanded maneuver in the next ten minutes if her call doesn't end. And it's one of those chatty, "Oh, did you hear..." calls, too.
My poor baby is sickie and tired, though. She couldn't sleep all night. :(
I AM A MUSHHEAD!
I figure 2 or 3 my mom's coming over for the clothes and whatever else I can convince her to take (I *really* need my LPs right now). 3 o'clock I will hopefully see Michelle for her lunch hour. 4, I disassemble computer/phone/stereo and 5 pm (1700 hrs) bring it across to NJ. Grammy's grumbly today, but that's over soon enough. She went ahead and cancelled her plans for today so she could move me when I told her not to. It doesn't matter to me; I get to have ZERO nights without my computer and she made her plans for tomorrow, so it's night like she's missing anything. I'm justified in not feeling guilty, right?
At least I have plans now. I love to plan. Plan plan plan. Execute? Who, me? No! Never. Plan plan plannity plan! My favorite song of all.
Go back through my calendar and look at the days with the most entries. Bet they're near dates when I was moving one place or another. You can tell by the lack of posts for the next few days while I got set up. So bear with, today. I'll be quiet for a while afterwards. Miss me?
Why be neat about it? I feel like puking.
I no longer have a comprehensive list of y'all's e-mails, so if you want my new address (the old address, technically) and my phone number, comment here/e-mail darksmile@lj and I'll put you on the list for when I mass mail.
Hey, at least none of the rechargeable batteries that power my CD player have died. Sure, maybe they will ALL die now, but they did last a long time so far. No complaints.
In other news: I paid my money. I'm gonna see all the movie!