Life After Death

Hey everyone!


It's been a rough couple of weeks here at my abode, dears. My nana died so we went to the funeral. I always thought funerals were so awesome, ya know gothicness and darkness. It wasn't all that awesome. I wore a white business shirt and a black skirt with a corset back (ironicly, the skirt was last worn to a wedding...) and black high heels. I also dragged along my awesome Tim Burton-esqe umbrella for gothic effect, but it was sunny *sniffles*. The funeral was...just sad. We have a pretty big family so there was over 100 people at the funeral and half the town of Calias, all were weepy and dreary. Calais is regretably, my small hometown. It was my manipulative father's empire where everyone in the town loved and revered him and when my parents split, he spread terrible rumors about her through the town. Seven years later we return for the funeral and find the town is still the same as it ever was....full of pubs and hair salons. The highschool is run-down and the whole city's money was drained to build a $3 million Native American Heritage museum on the waterfront. Nice idea, but they refused to notice that people in Calias are either too old to leave the nursing home, or too poor to pay the six dollar admisstions fee when they have other things to worry about.
My grandmother from my father's side attended the funeral, too. The only person from my father's side. She came partially so she could see us (the twins and I). She calls maybe once a year and gives us little more than a candy bar for christmas, but I try not to hold a childish grudge. She isn't that wealthy and considering all the things she's been through in her life I give her a break. She isn't a strong woman, and she is the perfect picture of what happens in a bad tv movie for Lifetome channel where the stupid, nieve 50's maralyn monroe wannabe marries and abusive man....so cliche. My father's puppet, she would do anything for her son.
She was so alienated at the funeral reception. Although my family is warm inside their own clan, they are as cold as ice to people even partially related to my father after what he did to my mother. She was sitting alone at an almost empty table and I felt that nasty pull in my stomach as what happens when you feel you are about to do something that would further alienate me from my own family. I sat down and ate lunch with her. I could feel the glareing eyes of my other grandmother, "I just lost my mother, sit with me! Comfort Me! Jessica! Jessica!" Lillian isn't even a grandmother to me, but Nana has people surrounding her with comfort and love. All I know is that Lil was widowed numerous times and that since Nana Preston was celebrating her 44th anniversery with her first husband, she could stand to eat lunch with one less grandchild.


Enough of my self pity!!! Heres a list of new songs you guys should check out:

Turn it Up- by Robots In Disguise

Vinyl Words- by Aoki Takamasa + Yujiko Noriko

God Killed The Queen- King Louis XIV

Swollen Summer- The Bravery

Robot- t.A.T.u.

Signing Off,
Socrates Volkova

Oh yeah, in regards to Life after Death, Live on through the hard times. Even if someone dies, Live life to the fullest. That is the true meaning of Life after Death