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I still just bloody want to do something, or at least my own brand of next-to-nothing. Like sit in my room with candles burning and read straight through Blood Canticle and Merrick without interruption. Or sit around at the Jacobyhouse and huggle people (once again thoughts are more specific than words). Or sit and write endlessly.

What I'd really like to do right now is go shopping, for some reason, but that's kind of not an option. Which sucks, as late-night shopping is incredibly fun. (Especially for things I don't have to pay for.) Maybe I'm being materialistic, but it is a bit difficult to move without being a bit in a material frame of mind. I am just as obsessed with Finding Things of Blood Red as I am with my usual blood and death and vampires and adventure and Devil.

Despite the fact that I have not been posting much lately and could thus probably find a lot of backed-up thoughts to spill, my hands are way too cold for me to type. On upside, they now proudly display the words reality bites in the space between the two longest scars on the back of my left hand. (Stupid things haven't gone away yet....)

*goes off to find warmth, disliking the methods by which it is available here*

-Claudia

Wanderlust

Finally downloaded it, yay. Reducing me near to tears... I've been in a state of nearly-crying more than usual lately; have actually broken down very rarely. Oh, well.

Wanderlust
Nightwish

I want to see where the sirens sing
Hear how the wolves howl
Sail the dead calm waters of the Pacific

Dance in the fields of coral
Be blinded by the white
Discover the deepest jungle

I want to find The Secret Path
A bird delivered into my heart

It’s not the end
Not the kingdom come
It is the journey that matters, the distant wanderer
Call of the wild
In me forever and ever and ever forever
Wanderlust
Ah, Wanderlust

I want to love by the Blue Lagoon
Kiss under the waning moon
Straying, claiming my place in this mortal coil

Riding the dolphins
Asking the mountains
Dreaming Alaska
The Earth can have but Earth

I want to find The Secret Path
A bird delivered into my heart

It’s not the end
Not the kingdom come
It is the journey that matters, the distant wanderer
Call of the wild
In me forever and ever and ever forever
Wanderlust
Ah, Wanderlust

Look into my eyes and see the wanderer
See the mirrors of a wolf behold the pathfinder


Sigh.

-Claudia