*Sniffle* all of you guys make me feel so loved! Thanks to Dark Jaded Rose,
Mayasous, Electric Fire, and Nethrahen. Your reviews made my crappy day
feel oh-so-happy, because I now I know there are other people like me who
struggle with their obsessions. I hug you all. No, wait. . . I glomp you
all. You deserve at least that much.
Watashi-no Yôkai
I struggle with forward motion, I struggle with forward motion/ we all struggle with forward motion. . . /'Cause forward motion, is harder than it sounds/ Every time I get some ground I gotta turn myself around again/ It's harder than it sounds/ every time I gain some ground I gotta turn myself around again. . .
After fairly little convincing, Kurt had succeeded in obtaining a burned Relient K CD from Amanda. For some reason, he just couldn't get that song out of his head. It was there all day, playing itself over and over during his math test, echoing in the back of his brain while he was at soccer practice, and lulling him to sleep over the mountain of homework he was attempting to finish.
So much homework, he thought to himself. The trig functions on his page blurred, confusing his thoughts. Why couldn't he think straight?
Maybe it had something to do with the competing music coming from Rogue and Kitty's room. They both like their music loud, which wouldn't be a problem. . . if they didn't play it at the same time and didn't have clashing tastes. Right now, all Kurt wanted was to be free from a world in which playing Lynnard Skynnard and Kenny Chesney at the same time was illegal.
Burying his face in his three-fingered hands, Kurt shook his head. "Mein Gott, give me something to be happy about. Everything else seems so. . . bleh," he mumbled.
He looked outside. The sun was shining, and it had been unseasonably warm all day. Normally, February was a dreary month, with snow piling into large drifts and cloudy, tempestuous weather all month. But today was bringing hope of spring.
Spring always made me happy in Germany, he thought. A light breeze blew in through the open window, bringing with it the smell of grass and the chirping of birds. The smells that floated in through the window brought back a deluge of memories from last spring and summer. Oh, those had been times that would never be forgotten, to be sure.
I've been banging my head against the wall, for so long it seems I got knocked out/ yeah, got knocked out cold/ and my medical bill went through the roof/ and the scar on my head is the proof/ that I'll still remember this when I get old/ I got evicted now I'm living on the street/ my spirits lifted, oh wait that wasn't' me/ to many turns have turned out to be wrong/ this time I learned that I knew it all along/ when I grasp the concept then I'll sleep where you've slept/ when I know I need help, when I turn on myself, on myself...
The song danced through his thoughts and memories. Hadn't it been there last February as well? Kurt watched cars drive down the tree-lined Grimalkin Lane. The sunset over the horizon blazed in fiery glory. Suddenly, a wave of joy passed over him. Kurt gasped, partly in shock and partly in happiness. All the times that God had been there for him, had seen him through the storm, had helped him defeat personal demons flooded his consciousness. God had been there all along. After feeling so. . . abandoned, Kurt realized that it wasn't God who had been missing, it was he himself.
He rummaged around his desk to find a Bible. Flipping through the pages, he found what he was looking for in Philippians 4:7 " And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard you hearts and your minds."
Smiling now, Kurt bent his head and prayed for the rest of his evening and the day tomorrow to be just as full of joy as life was right now.
Watashi-no Yôkai
I struggle with forward motion, I struggle with forward motion/ we all struggle with forward motion. . . /'Cause forward motion, is harder than it sounds/ Every time I get some ground I gotta turn myself around again/ It's harder than it sounds/ every time I gain some ground I gotta turn myself around again. . .
After fairly little convincing, Kurt had succeeded in obtaining a burned Relient K CD from Amanda. For some reason, he just couldn't get that song out of his head. It was there all day, playing itself over and over during his math test, echoing in the back of his brain while he was at soccer practice, and lulling him to sleep over the mountain of homework he was attempting to finish.
So much homework, he thought to himself. The trig functions on his page blurred, confusing his thoughts. Why couldn't he think straight?
Maybe it had something to do with the competing music coming from Rogue and Kitty's room. They both like their music loud, which wouldn't be a problem. . . if they didn't play it at the same time and didn't have clashing tastes. Right now, all Kurt wanted was to be free from a world in which playing Lynnard Skynnard and Kenny Chesney at the same time was illegal.
Burying his face in his three-fingered hands, Kurt shook his head. "Mein Gott, give me something to be happy about. Everything else seems so. . . bleh," he mumbled.
He looked outside. The sun was shining, and it had been unseasonably warm all day. Normally, February was a dreary month, with snow piling into large drifts and cloudy, tempestuous weather all month. But today was bringing hope of spring.
Spring always made me happy in Germany, he thought. A light breeze blew in through the open window, bringing with it the smell of grass and the chirping of birds. The smells that floated in through the window brought back a deluge of memories from last spring and summer. Oh, those had been times that would never be forgotten, to be sure.
I've been banging my head against the wall, for so long it seems I got knocked out/ yeah, got knocked out cold/ and my medical bill went through the roof/ and the scar on my head is the proof/ that I'll still remember this when I get old/ I got evicted now I'm living on the street/ my spirits lifted, oh wait that wasn't' me/ to many turns have turned out to be wrong/ this time I learned that I knew it all along/ when I grasp the concept then I'll sleep where you've slept/ when I know I need help, when I turn on myself, on myself...
The song danced through his thoughts and memories. Hadn't it been there last February as well? Kurt watched cars drive down the tree-lined Grimalkin Lane. The sunset over the horizon blazed in fiery glory. Suddenly, a wave of joy passed over him. Kurt gasped, partly in shock and partly in happiness. All the times that God had been there for him, had seen him through the storm, had helped him defeat personal demons flooded his consciousness. God had been there all along. After feeling so. . . abandoned, Kurt realized that it wasn't God who had been missing, it was he himself.
He rummaged around his desk to find a Bible. Flipping through the pages, he found what he was looking for in Philippians 4:7 " And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard you hearts and your minds."
Smiling now, Kurt bent his head and prayed for the rest of his evening and the day tomorrow to be just as full of joy as life was right now.