Boys will be boys, her mother used to say. Boys will be boys. That's what mom had said when Brian Jackson dumped her in seventh grade and Adrian Forrest didn't ask her to the Sophomore dance and even when Tyler Madigen broke off their engagement. And she knew that if she called home and cried to her mother about what had just happened to her, she'd get the same answer about Mark Cohen.
But she would be wrong. Her mother would be wrong. Because Mark was different from other boys. Because besides the fact that other boys weren't so quiet and beautiful and sensitive, other boys didn't run off with their best friends. Other boys didn't take an entire bottle of anti-depressents and lock themselves in their hospital room afterwards, waiting for the love of their life to return to them. Other boys didn't turn down seduction because they simple couldn't stand lying next to someone who didn't have beautiful, callused musician's hands and a husky, lyrical voice. Other boys didn't sit in dark rooms looking at black and white photos. Other boys weren't tortured stone angels who spun sorrow into magic where ever they went.
Because Mark Cohen couldn't be classified as a boy. He was an enigma. Something better than she was, higher up than a human being. He was so perfect. And so taken. Taken by and with the gorgeous devil that had returned from the west with a song and a ring and warm arms to life that inhuman being from his bed and his darkness. And even though she didn't understand it...couldn't understand it...she longed for it. She longed for that security in him, her perfect mate and perfect vision.
Boys would be boys. But Mark Cohen was never a boy. Because no boy had ever broken her heart as completely as he just had with those simple, whispered words.
I'm going to Alissa's house on Wednesday. Which is kickass. I heart Alissa ^_^
I'm also very tired.
Nicole and Susan visited last week. That was fun. But really, really tiring. I'm so beat now x_x I just want to sleep until Wednesday, get on the train, and then sleep more, and then see Liss. ::nodnods:: That sounds nice. ::snuggles up to Wishbone and snores::
Anyway. I love Sebastian. A lot. I just thought I'd give everyone an update on my SebastianLove. I'm co-Webmistress of his offical fansite (the soon to be swoonthunk.com) and co-president of his offical fanclub. I love him more each time I see him. He told me I was a spectacular writer and told Sandy I was sweet. He told me that he loves Alissa and I tons and can't thank us enough.
I have SUCH a crush on this man. It's scary. I haven't crushed on a boy since, like, 7th grade. (really crushed, I mean, not a "wow, he's hot" or "damn, he's cute!" crush like my Ewan/Chad/Dean ones) But he's really the sweetest guy I've ever met. And he gives good hugs ^_^;;
Am applying for another job. Wish me luck.
Hm. Trying to think of other new pertinent information. I love Ron DeStefano. But that's random. And not new, nessicarily.
I think I'll nap.
kite is... reading:Crime and Punishment for school and SQUEE! comics for fun writing: uuuuggggghhhhh don't ask... eating: Drinking snapple listening to: The Ogre and The Wife from Convenience
Am feeling much better emotionally. Physically I got really, really sunburned yesterday, so I can't move my shoulders. ::sob:: But I'm bouncy. CSI amused me. And I finished Thursdays early today, so I got to just lounge around all afternoon ^_^
Hm. So even tho I'm still at .28 posts a day, I have a total of 42. I should just never post again. Cuz then, I'd have 42 posts AND eventually I'd be at .27! ::flails::
Okay. I really have no life. ::sweatdrop::
I wrote some nice AU last night. Poor Mark and Roger. ::patpats:: But Mark saves Roger's life, so it's happy. Sort of. But then Mark gets raped. Awww. And Roger gets cussed at and hit by Mark. And the evil rapist falls down some stairs. (I'm actually going to write that in. "He ran as fast as he could from Roger's wrath, but tripped and fell down all the stairs.") Yes. I'm sick. And exhausted. I woke up at nine o'clock this morning after my dad and T-Mal started to rip up the linoleum downstairs x_x I had gotten to bed at 6, so that wasn't good. But then I was able to fall back asleep. But I'm still tired. ::snore::
Ingrid's still not here ;-;
Yes. I have something interesting to blog. Or not. Lenny undid the latch on my window last night, which is sort of annoying/creepy because he's never done anything like that before. Mostly he just throws things, opens my door, and moves stuff around when I'm not looking. ::shrugs::
going to go downstairs and wait for Ingrid. Sigh.
kite is... reading:The PowerBook by Janette Winterson. Amazing book. writing: The AUfic and the sad sappy funeral story. eating: Drinking Pink Lemonade listening to: Duvet by BoA
Dammit! I'm up to .28 posts a day at the RENTboards! I want to stay at .27! I knew I shouldn't have posted twice today! Damnation! ::frowls a lot::
Hm. I wonder if there's some way to bribe a moderator into keeping it .27... it's probably not possible. I'll just have to... not post... for a little while... or something. ::sweatdrop::
So, let's see the count so far: I posted this to RENTfic101. I posted it to RogerxMark. I'm posting it to my LJ after this is done. So many of you have already read this. If you have not....
I'm starting a bit of a summer project. I want a big list of lyrics. More specifically - lyrics that would perfectly fit Mark/Roger, their relationship, not nessicarily a fic or anything, but that's fine too.
If you get a chance, (and you're still on this list ::sweatdrop::) comment with artists and the song title. If you get a bigger chance, e-mail me the actual lyrics. Contributors will be listed and thanked, of course ^_^
More than anything I want to turn around and run back home, hide under the covers of what was once our bed, hide beneath the soft pillows and blankets that used to lay crushed beneath us as we made love and just looked at each other, soaking in the adoration in the other’s eyes.
Nikki: Kait, that's not a sentance, that's a fucking monster.
Yeah. I get a little flowery sometimes >_< I got some lovely inspiration from Sandy today, so I'm clattering away on another LYGF-era Mark. Everyone else is probably sick of him, but I heart him and Sandy really hearts him ^_~ So, I'm playing around with him for a little bit longer. ::patpats:: This will be short, hopefully.
I got a letter from Renata today! So, I will hopefully be able to get her package out on Monday. ::nodnods:: But I need to find an envelope or something. ::ponders this:: Maybe I can steal one from Brendan...
My parents are redoing the kitchen, so my dad is downstairs destroying it right now. x_x The cabinets are all gone, the sheetrock... it's scary. I'm gonna take pictures later, just because no one will believe the change in our kitchen between Thursday and now. I barely believe it and I was there!
Oooo, a motorcycle group just rode down Forest! ::flails:: I think that's the first time that's happened since I've lived here! (a whopping three years >_<) Wow. That was neat. And I'm sort of a geek. (Or, a "morid gothgeek dyke" as Nikki puts it ^^;;)
17 - a senior in hs - a writer - a procrastinator - loony - cynical - bisexual - sleepy - vulgar - contemplative - sarcastic - fairly intelligent - completely insane - utterly obsessed - done typing this.
kite enjoys
rent - the west wing - law and order - barenaked ladies - matchbox twenty - jim poulos - tea - writing - reading - ewan mcgregor - buffy - her friends - role playing - jill hennessy - harry potter - new york city - rain - cool weather - mst3k - slash - candles - cookies - fall - knowing when to stop.
flying ~ blue rodeo ~ i'm not saying i'm angry now i'm just wondering why you changed your mind - happens all the time
how does it feel to have a winning hand? from a first-rate failure to the leader in the chosen land people never understand
if the world keeps spinning round it'll be alright you said if you were on your own you could really fly and while you're up there turn around
and touch the sky i guess the point of getting out is never saying goodbye
You learn your lessons in the hardest time; run out of patience, lean on the bold face lie, people never wonder why i feel too tired to scream and shout left in the sun 'til the colours all fade out praying it'll all work out
If the world keeps spinning round it'll be alright you left us long ago so you could really fly and while you're up there turn around and touch the sky i guess the point of getting out is never saying good bye
believe ~ k's choice ~ maybe i look further than i see knowing things i know i can not be, not now it's all in where and what i am but i don't know where that is and there's something right in front of me and i
touch the fingers of my hand and i wonder if it's me holding on and on to theories of prosperity someone who can promise me i believe in me
tomorrow i was nothing yesterday i'll be time has fooled me into thinking it's a part of me nothing in this room but empty space no me, no world, no mind, no face
touch the fingers of my hands and tell me if it's me holding on and on to love what else is real? a religion that appeals to me, oh i believe in me
can you turn me off just a second, please turn me into something faceless, weightless, mindless, homeless, vacuum state of peace
on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on i believe in me on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on i believe in me
wait for me, i'm nothing on my own i'm willing to go on but not alone, not now i'm so aware of everything and nothing seems so real as long as you're in front of me and i
watch the fingers of ours hands and i'm grateful that it's me holding on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on i believe in me
i'm willing to go on but not alone, not now i'm so aware of everything....
