Et grâce à toi la terre vivre des années lumières...

Holy fuck. *Sighs* Thank you, psychiatrist, for telling my mother EXACTLY WHAT I HAVE BEEN SAYING ALL ALONG. *Facepalm*  Seriously. All teens are sleep deprived.  Get over it, mum.  And if I were actually AFFECTED by all the stuff you're worried about... uh, I would be failing school, not one fucked up class that everyone hates.

That's parent one.

Parent two... oh dear lord in heaven. *Just... wibbles* I swear, my dad means more to me than I realized, because there's bits of him strewn all over my characters. ...Kaimana, I guess, for the math, but... no, not really.  Okay, not all over my characters.  Dad's almost the definition of the Kaleaster family.  Just... oh lord.  The working hard and too much and the coffee drinking and the teacher-li-ness... all traits that came out in Cinaed. Also, the tendency to know everything about history and politics and literature.  And then... the stressing, I swear he's depressed, the sweetness that's there that my god I didn't know it existed and he almost made me cry on the phone 'cause he wants me to be proud of him--I'm always worried about my parents being proud of me, not the other way around!-and a sense of inadequacy, and the being a genius and... god.  I was on the phone and was like "...What the hell? When did my father turn into Tyroshaun?"

I didn't realize I drew so much on my dad.  *Sniffle* I still wanna cry.  He's so... unhappy. And... *Wibble* And I can't fix him.

*Sigh* Parents.  Can't live with 'em, can't have ever been alive without 'em.

(Translation of subject: Dés que tout est claire, tout redeviens beau... When everything's light, everything becomes beautiful again.)

...I need a parents tag.

EDIT: I found my favorite line of that song, so I replaced the subject. *Sheepish* New translation: And thanks to you the earth lives through the sun-lit years.  Approximately.  I took a small liberty in making it... more accurate to the meaning and not the word for word translation.

*SPAZZ* I LOVE THIS SONG. It's just... beautiful and hopeful and bright and turned to the sun and the morning and... ACK! *LUFFS ON IT!*

...*Frowns* Okay, that one's on my mix. *Firm nod* Definitely.

EDIT II: ...I need to just... transcribe this song. It's gorgeous.  And... god. Listening to it... just makes me happy.  Happy inside, warm and glowy and... gah. Admittedly part of it is that it's this hopeful, idealistic young man singing it, but... GOD, this song.  I'm having a TERRIBLE day.  And yet... this song... makes it all... right.  Just a little.

EDIT III: Oh, right. Forgot to add: I'm good at physics. Just bad at physics grades. Bwah.