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I dunno how you found this, but alas, here you are. So enjoy the frightening fruits of my troubled little brain.
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wSunday, February 29, 2004 |
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feeling: stomach is ugh
listening to: TV
Today while we were having dinner at Taco Bell, my parents were talking about possible graduation gifts they were considering for me. They always do that for holidays and other gift occasions, because they'd rather have me know where most of the gift money's going than totally surprise me with stuff I might end up hating. Anyway... graduation gifts... a car is out, as we are not the kind of family with enough funds to hand cars out as gifts... I knew that anyway, but my reasons for mentioning it will surface later. So, the first idea they shared with me was... an aquarium. Size unspecified. Mom made it clear that she doesn't want one the size of the one they gave my brother and his family for Christmas, which was... what, 50 or 55 gallons... now THAT is an aquarium :x ...but dad was silent on the matter of gallonage, and he has more than once expressed his interest in having a very large, well-stocked and cared for tank... as long as he wasn't the one caring for it. Anyway, and suggestion number two was, mind-bogglingly, mom's idea alone: a new computer.
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I guess she didn't stop to think that a new computer would cost about the same as 3 or 4 tanks the size of my brother's. Or about the same as what my parents would commonly spend on a car. (not counting the new Cadillac they just bought... $11000-something... before that they'd never spent more than $3000 on a vehicle). But you didn't hear me arguing. :P And she WAS thinking... she's been listening to me whine about not having enough hard drive space and memory and stuff for months now. The only problem with the new computer idea is that until I get it, I'll have to put up with this worthless thing. With its 900 megs or so of of free disc space, which has been decreasing from 2 gigs for a few months now. So it would be pointless to upgrade this one now and be happy with it if I'm getting a new one in a few months, but I don't know if I can stretch out my 900 megs for that long, either. >.>;
Anyway... so they gave me these options, or of course, if there's anything else in that general price range they'd most likely do that too. And one mustn't forget that my birthday falls only a week or two after my graduation. Mom had suggested taking me to see the Lion King musical when it comes to Columbus that week, since I was a Lion King obsessee as a kid... and as much as that would rock, my obsession with J-rock is growing at an alarming rate, and I sure wouldn't mind getting some BLOOD, Gackt, and/or Dir en Grey CDs in place of tickets to that musical.
So. A new computer, or an aquarium of any size I choose. And a week later, Lion King musical or J-rock CDs. See, for anyone else, both of those would probably be a no-brainer. >_> But I've wanted a tank for most of my life, and raising bettas in recent years has only fed that interest... but how can one pass up a brand new gift-computer of one's own choosing? Especially when one's current computer is crap? And a musical vs. J-rock... matter of interests, I guess, but that's a pretty broad range of interests, ne? :P I think I'll go with the J-rock on that one... especially since mom said they'd be glad to take me to the musical too if I wanted, regardless of birthday. I'd feel bad though, cause those tickets can't be cheap. Blarg. ><
Time for Hey Hey Hey now... then homework I should've started a week ago... joy.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/29/2004 09:56:00 PM
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wSaturday, February 28, 2004 |
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feeling: bored... that nasty, anxious, something's coming but you don't want it to kind of bored
listening to: Gackt - December Love *shrug*
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That last one was a freaking riot. But there was no answer key, and I only know for sure that I got Gackt and Kyo right. I will devote the rest of this blasted weekend to figuring out the rest. XD
This past week sucked times forty. Among a bunch of other things I don't feel like going into, on Thursday I was forced to go solo on this big huge Japanese literature project that was supposed to be a group effort, because the two other guys in my group never show up for class. So now instead of a 4-5 page paper and a bit of contribution to a group presentation, I have to do a 10-12 page paper. Which is due in two weeks. I might also mention that one of those two guys checked out every stinking book on the list for our project, and all but two of them were ones that the library had only one copy of, AND since he's never in class I couldn't borrow or share any of his copies... so now I have to get 10-12 pages out of two lousy books, one of which is barely more than a collection of haiku, and a couple online articles that I'm stuck with as a last-ditch effort to claim sufficient source material. Thanks, guys. I'm starting to wish this class had a final exam, just so it could take over some of the 50% of our final grade that this stupid project is worth. As is I'll be lucky to pull off the other 50%. I smell a C.
I also have two weeks to hear from my Japanese advisor guy, who hasn't responded to me in THREE FREAKING WEEKS, so that I can complete my major program form, so that I can submit my application to graduate, so that I can graduate next quarter. Two weeks. Half of that time will be spent waiting for responses and appointment dates because all my advisors have, like, no less than a 4-day waiting list.
At least I kicked my psych midterm's butt on Wednesday. Too bad I slept less than 4 hours the night before the thing and spent 3 out of 5 days of the week writhing inside with the headache from hell because of it. Well, also because of the insane amounts of lit reading and the hours I had to spend learning a new batch of kanji I've never seen before all in the same two evenings. That's not mentioning the usual daily homework that I never mention or complain about just because I'm used to it.
I wanna be back in the dorm now. I need Dir en Grey, and this computer has none. =_=
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/28/2004 04:52:00 PM
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wSunday, February 22, 2004 |
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feeling: amused
listening to: Nakajima Miyuki - Gin no Ryuu no Sei ni Notte (Ride High on the Silver Dragon)
I just got off the phone with my nephew.
Technically, Dad did the calling, but apparently it was at Nephy's provocation because he wanted to tell me to feed my fishie. :P He is crazy about my fish. Over the summer, any time he wanted to go upstairs, he wouldn't ask to go upstairs or go to my room or whatnot - he'd ask for "Becky's fish." So yeah, that was cute. "Feed the fish, Becky!" :P Then me and dad talked a while, then Nephy came back and started whacking him with a bat in an attempt to hit a ball with his scant 2-year-old coordination, so dad gave him the phone to say bye to me, and the little punk tells me "I hit the ball!" and then he ordered me in his own little language to come home so I could go up the stairs with him. x) Yeah, he's obsessed with stairs too. Has been for at least a year, since he learned how to climb them. He's gonna have bodybuilder's thighs by the time he hits age 4.
Heh, sorry, but I've never talked with Nephy on the phone before like pretty much all his other relatives have, so that amused me to death. Dad said he's never heard him talk that much on the phone to anyone before. Apparently I got an unusual amount of full sentences, not that I could make out much of it. God, I love my nephew. It's an interesting feeling being adored so much by someone, even if they're 2 years old. I'll never know what he sees in me... maybe it's because I'm a longer-haired, more supply built clone of his daddy...
But, once again, I digress.
*points to the song in italics above* I found it! I found it!! Muhaha! I lost track of how many months I searched for that song, and at last it is mine! I'm currently working on an English translation of it, which will be posted on my J-music Translations Project blog as soon as it's done, so check it out later if you so desire. Then scroll down and enjoy all the BLOOD translations below it. ^^
Time to eat dinner now. Then resume translating my new songy conquest. *proud*
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/22/2004 07:11:00 PM
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wFriday, February 20, 2004 |
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feeling: half asleep
listening to: Drew Carey Show
Ok, now my Related Searches at the top are starting to link stuff like Dir en Grey and L'arc en Ciel. Much better. :P
The other day I was listening to the radio as I do every morning between the alarm going off and my waking up enough to reach up and reset it, and this woman was saying that if you chew sugarless gum for as much of your waking life as possible, you can lose 11 pounds in a year. Just by chewing gum. But who the heck can chew THAT much gum? Personally my jaws start to lock up and my molars start to feel like they're being squished back down/up into my gums after just, like, 2 hours.
Ooh, the commons was my friend today. They had chili cheese fries for lunch. *uber glee* So I had a big heaping plate of that, PLUS a sundae. So, so decadent. Bad me. Bad.
DeathCom Multimedia posted their 3-part video of the OhayoCon BLOOD concert the other day. ^____^ I was up till at least 3 that night watching the thing, rewinding and rewatching the best parts over and over again... like Kiwamu going into fake convulsions while spitting fake blood and the big Kiwamu/Kaede kiss... so many memories *squee* ...and so many moments I had no recollection of at all, like Takeshi doing some trademark cat-guy moves during the U+K cover (a Gackt original, infamous for the legion of breakdancing guys in cat costumes that accompany its live performance), and of course, the Kaede and Taichi butt wiggle. You talk about cute. ToT And as I watched the video, it occurred to me how much more fun the concert would've been if at the time I'd known their songs and the dorky little para para motions that go along with some of them. So I just sang along and wagged my arms around while watching the video... >.> Dangit, if it bleeds me dry, I WILL see them live again, and this time I'll do it right! I'd rent my own freaking plane to go see them at Fanime in May, if not for college. Grr.
But I digress.
Why am I so tired? I must've slept 7 hours last night... that's good for me... *mutter* I would take a nap now, but if I even try, it'll be a couple hours before I can regain the ability to walk straight and keep my eyes open, and it's already just about dinner time. But it's raining outside too. I can curl up in my nice warm bed and nap until my eyes won't stay closed anymore, and eat a very late dinner, or I can go plod through the rain and get food and then come back and be too grouchy and oozy from the rain to be sleepy anymore, and then I'll be headachy and evil for the rest of the evening.
Ok, time to eat. -_- Later.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/20/2004 05:23:00 PM
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wMonday, February 16, 2004 |
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feeling: weak... like, mushy-weak... weird...
listening to: my recently compiled J-rock playlist
I could be at Uncle Ray's viewing this evening, or at his funeral tomorrow. But nooo, I have this stupid dung-crunching midterm that doesn't end until after the funeral starts, and if I'd gone to the viewing tonight I would have had absolutely no time to study for it. This makes the second major family event that I've missed because of exams. The first was my brother's wedding. ><
Isn't it cool learning that you have allies you never even knew about? One was revealed to me a few nights ago, and they took off before I had much of a chance to offer my gratitude. I still can't get over that whole thing. Kinda made me feel all fuzzy inside, you know? Anyway... thanks, man... you don't know how much that meant to me. Or maybe you do... :P
I should get back to studying now. To be honest I should never have taken a break, but... one ulcer in a lifetime is enough for me, thanks.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/16/2004 08:36:00 PM
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wSunday, February 15, 2004 |
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feeling: ugh
listening to: nothing
You are Shinya Terachi!
What Dir en Grey Band Member are you?
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Today at noon, I was watching TV, having been awake for about half an hour, when my dad came up to my room carrying a wooden tray upon which was a plate bearing a fresh waffle which had been made in a waffle iron shaped like Snoopy's head. Plus butter and syrup. I later discovered that he even made a bunch of them until he got one that looked just right. Why the trouble? Why the service? What occasion? I don't know. As if that wasn't enough, for dinner tonight, he actually made a banana pizza, after I had only barely mentioned the novelty on a whim yesterday as we were driving home. God, I love my dad.
Good news. As of right now I'm projecting at least 3 out of my 4 classes this quarter to end in an A. In 2 1/2 years I've never gotten lower than that in Japanese, and this quarter's proving to be no exception... exam curves should bump me into the low A range in psych... and my geology professor and TA are pushovers, and they don't care if you get the answers right, as long as it looks like you tried. The only thing that still looms over my head snapping giant bloody jaws of death is literature. The teacher's still a piece of cake, but... ok, our midterm is this Tuesday, and she gave us a review sheet for the thing, right? The thing is COVERED, front and back, with names and dates and readings and topics to master for the exam. Plus this stupid "project" due at the end of the quarter is going to eat me. I barely have an idea about my personal topic and my group's overall objective, and we're supposed to turn in a bibilography this coming week, and I have zero sources. I don't project much success finding reliable resources about sequential autumn-themed poetry in classical Japan. Plus, she emailed the same list of possible sources to me and to a guy in my group, and he said he checked them all out already, which means none will be left in the library for me. I hate major projects.
I was thinking... if I really knew what was good for me regarding my course of study, I'd go to grad school next year. But that idea just makes me want to curl up in a fetal position and suck my thumb. All the research work, projects, dissertations (sp?)... I could never pull that off. I even went through special pains to avoid doing a senior thesis, and looking back, that was an extremely wise choice - this year has already given me an ulcer, and the worst is yet to come. Plus, paying off these past 4 years is gonna be enough of a crunch... even if I were to pull some scholarships, I don't know how I could afford grad school, unless I worked as a teaching assistant. And frankly, I refuse to do that. I am not the teaching type. So if not grad school, then what? Either I immediately forget everything I've worked these past few years to learn, and end up mucking out cages in a pet store for the rest of my life, or I immediately find a job, probably permanent, that puts my Japanese to use and forces me to not forget it all. Or I go to Japan. Personally, I would love to do that, but... there's that whole leaving everything behind and starting over in another world concept. And the money thing too. If I weren't graduating this year, I'd probably have signed up to spend spring quarter in Kobe with some other people from my class...
But either way, sitting around doing nothing for more than a few months after graduation is out of the question. You forget foreign languages in no time flat when you stop learning and using them. I took up through Spanish 104, for example, and I might remember no more than a few dozen words now, 2 years later. Over the three months of last summer I forgot at least half of the 300 or so kanji I'd learned by then. If I want to get anything out of my degree, I need to either go to grad school, go to Japan, or get a job using Japanese very soon after graduation.
I can't picture ANY of this. At all. I try to... I sit there and think and ponder and deliberate and chew my nails to nubs over the whole thing... but I can't see anything. It's like there's not even a future out there for me to consider. Like I subconsciously (and mistakenly, of course) know that everything will just fall into place no matter what I decide. I don't know where I'll be 5 years from now, or even 5 months from now. Watch with me, everyone, as my bachelor's sits in some box rotting away for the rest of my life while I flip burgers or clean up animal excretion to pay the monthly rent on my cardboard box, giving blank looks to any Japanese customers I encounter while only the occasional 'hai' or 'arigatou' or 'baka' registers in my memory.
...yeeeeeah... don't ask me where all that came from... it's been a weird few days. I'm gonna go now. Ugh.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/15/2004 12:30:00 AM
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wFriday, February 13, 2004 |
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feeling: ...
listening to: nothing
I just found out my great uncle Ray died. He was one of the two elderly (90+ aged) living-alone relatives we only seemed to go visit at Christmas time... he hadn't been well for a long time... he often talked about how uncomfortable and alone he was, and how tough it was just getting by day-to-day, and even that he would prefer to just pass on sooner than later, that he'd lived with it all for long enough. A couple weeks or so ago, he fell and broke his hip, and they decided that was a good time to put him in a nursing home for therapy... and that was when they found the stomach and pancreas cancer. They couldn't operate, and he left specific instructions to not resuscitate... and then he was gone. I just wonder how long the cancer was in him before they found it... years and years, likely...
You know, it's astronomically likely that I'll end up exactly like him, or like his sister, the other 90+ relative we only see around Christmas. Neither of them ever married, and after their closest family members died, they each lived alone for who knows how long, with their only relatives being of the niece and nephew variety, all of whom only visit a few times a year at most. They live alone for ages, they can barely move, let alone do things that require leaving the house, until the cancer sets in and festers for God knows how long before something happens to lead them actually finding out about it, meaning they just suffer with it for possibly years and years. No, by the way, no one knows if my great aunt has cancer, and probably never will until her dying day or shortly before.
That's going to be me in another 3/4 of a century. I know it is. Think about it. If I've had no one up to now, who am I going to have after I leave the ever-socially-active (unless you're me) college scene and find a place to live on my own? I've already decided not to pollute this world with offspring. In fact, if it weren't for 1) the physical risks involved and 2) the fact that there's about a .02% chance that me childbearing will ever be a concern anyway, I'd go have any chance of me bearing young physically eliminated. And since I only have one sibling, and I'm not sure I can see him being responsible for any more kids, once my older relatives die I'll have only one nephew left, and somehow I can't imagine him visiting his ailing elderly hermit of an aunt any more than he has to. Nor his kids, if he has any.
Plus, it's pretty much a given that I'll end up with some kind of cancer, or at least some painful chronic disorder. Ray was the second older relative on my mom's side that I've known to die of (or with) pancreatic cancer, and we won't even go into the medical mess on my dad's side of the tree. Plus, I'm a female, which thwacks up my cancer risks by that much in itself, and I'm not exactly the most physically fit female, either. That's my own fault, I know, but be honest - how many people under the age of, like, 20 or so, live their young lives planning solely for a cancer-free future? At least I don't drink or smoke, and I have no caffeine addiction. Yet. But there's still plenty of other organs and bones and various other masses in this body that are plenty cancer-prone. Even my zodiac sign is Cancer. *cough*
Of course, nothing is set in stone. Life might decide to have mercy and free me from its shackles long before the decades following the 2060s or so become a concern. But then, when did Life ever have mercy on me before?
I'm not complaining or crying for attention, by the way. I've known most of this for a long time anyway. Ray's passing just put me in the mood to contemplate it all, I guess.
You know what else? Some stupid 24-hour flu bug thing is spreading like wildfire around here right now. Which makes me paranoid. Because for me, when all's said and done, 24 hours amounts to more like 2 months. I wouldn't have lost four jeans sizes if that hadn't happened last year at the end of spring break. A couple sizes maybe, but not until later, and not four. If I end up with that bug, I'm gonna blow away in the wind by the end of summer.
Time to go get stuff ready for the weekend now. I'm gonna miss all my Diru music... *sigh*
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/13/2004 04:49:00 PM
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wThursday, February 12, 2004 |
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feeling: in the words of the Livejournal... indescribable
listening to: nothing
So yesterday we began this experiment in geology where we put specimens of a bunch of different organisms in a bunch of different environments, to observe how they change over the course of 3 weeks. Supposed to be a study of fossilization methods. So the six organisms were bananas, radishes, mushrooms, sunflower seeds, clams, shrimp, and fresh fish (smelt, about 6 inches long)... all purchased from Giant Eagle... >.> And one of the environments is unprotected open air, which means we just leave the stuff sitting around somewhere in the landscaping outside the building. Now, it must be noted that there is a huge amount of ridiculously opportunistic squirrels running rampant on this campus, so most of us expected all the specimens, at least the plant ones, to be gone within hours, right? Well, today, some people stopped by the stuff outside, and noticed that only one specimen was missing and replaced by squirrel tracks. Anyone care to hazard a guess as to what the rodent swiped?
It took the FISH.
What kind of retarded squirrels are these? A pile of sunflower seeds, a fresh banana cut in half, two perfect radishes - all of which comprise a veritable smorgasboard for a vegetarian rodent - and it takes the nasty, headless, gutted, disgusting-smelling FISH?
Yeah, here's another interesting bit of weirdness I learned in geology today. First off, a question: do you know your state's official gemstone? Louisiana's is quartz, I think... for some southeast coast state, maybe Georgia, it's the emerald. What's yours? Something both abundant in your state and somewhat precious, no doubt. Now, what do you suppose Ohio's national gemstone is?
Flint. >_<
What is with Ohio?? Flint isn't even a gemstone. It's solidified oceanic slime formed by the dissolved remains of dead ocean beasts, for Bob's sake. It's only the state "gemstone" because there are Native American arrowheads made of flint everywhere you look in this state. You can't walk through a recently plowed field without finding a few handfuls. And believe me, plowed fields are abundant here. They don't call Ohio the land of the corn for nothing. And I won't even mention the abundance of limestone quarries full of arrowheads, given that Ohio's one of the biggest limestone suppliers in the nation. I used to live next to an abandoned quarry... talk about an awesome backyard...
Oh, this bugs me too. I ask you, since when is the letter H a vowel? Who the heck decided that when you refer to any "historical occasion", it's "AN historical occasion"? I hate English. I feel sorry for foreigners who have to learn it.
I guess I'm done complaining now. Sometimes you just have to vent, you know?
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/12/2004 03:03:00 PM
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wMonday, February 09, 2004 |
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feeling: like muttering
listening to: nothing
Apparently maintenance people in this dorm have elevator privileges just because they're maintenance. Whether they're carrying any maintenance tools/equipment or not, I don't think I've ever seen a maintenance person take the stairs. Not even to go up or down one floor. I just missed having to share an elevator with two empty-handed maintenance ladies who wanted to ride from the first floor to the basement. One lousy floor. Down. They had to wait longer for the stinking elevator than it would've taken them to walk 10 steps to their right and walk down the stairs. And I thought I was lazy.
You know what I don't understand? How it is that the stereotypical overstressed businessperson, who never seems to catch a break and sleeps no more than 4 hours per night and probably downs a couple gallons of coffee a day and burns through a pack or two of cancer sticks a day and likely has a fondness for spicy food, doesn't end up with an ulcer the size of Texas. Maybe a lot of them do and I just haven't heard about it, who knows. But geez, look at me. I go through your average college student routine, except I probably had less stress than the typical student because I just never have anything better to do than study, for not even 4 years, I refrain from overly spicy foods, I don't smoke, I don't drink, and I've never had a drop of coffee in my life (yeah, yeah, I intend to amend that soon... Mirror Lake has this cookies 'n cream capuccino flavor that I'm dying to try). And I end up with an ulcer. What is that? It's a darned good thing I'm not in college to go into business or medicine or some insane stress factory like that. None of my organs would have any internal lining left by the time I hit 25.
Yes, my ulcer seems to be healed now, but since when does that stop me from complaining? That thing screwed with me for four long years before it finally hurt so bad I had to be carted to the ER. Then I had to go on a diet, after already having lost 4 jeans sizes due to unrelated circumstances, until my medication ran out. I only recently re-established intake of fried and semi-spicy foods. Of course, that's just because I'm paranoid, but still. I had reason. Shut up.
Don't mind me... I just feel like complaining this morning. I mean, hey. That sentence explains itself. It's morning.
So hey, I am now able to write a total of 400 kanji. That puts me at... about a 3rd or 4th grade level, I'd say, by Japanese standards. Hoohah! Of course, that's not to say I always remember all 400 of those at any one given time. I've probably forgotten a good quarter of them. I need to study more. Better yet... I need to study.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/09/2004 11:03:00 AM
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wFriday, February 06, 2004 |
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feeling: could be worse
listening to: Gackt - Story
~edited ca. 7:30 p.m. Friday~
For some reason I feel totally alone today. Alone, and reflective, and empty. I can't really describe it. Like, lately my mind has thoroughly reviewed every major hurt I've been through in the past 6 or 7 years, prompted by various little scattered moments and memories, and just to add a little extra salt to the wound, it keeps forcing me to have dreams about them. Dreams where at first it feels like everything is happy and perfect, but then later something happens to make it clear that it really is just a dream, and in reality there's nothing there at all except a big void. And that is what I end up thinking about whenever my mind has a chance to set itself in idle. I can't describe it any better, sorry.
Anyway... Japanese class was amusing this morning. Our emergency-substitute-while-the-regular-teacher-is-hospitalized-and-possibly-giving-birth, Terada-sensei, was talking about how Valentine's Day differs between Japan and America. So she asked people for interesting/amusing/sad Valentines stories to relate the class, but no one had any, so she told one of her own. Ready for this? When she was in middle/gradeschool (I forget which), she had a crush on this guy, so she decided to bake chocolate cookies for him. So she put all her effort into these cookies, and when she took them out of the oven, they were all misshapen and looked horrible. But she figured, eh, if they taste good, that's all that matters. So she tasted one, and it was disgusting. And then she realized she'd mixed up the sugar with the salt. Now, it's not the story itself that's funny - it's the fact that this exact kind of scenario happens in just about every shoujo anime/manga known to man. I briefly wondered if she'd borrowed that tale from Sailor Moon or something just to liven up the class, but knowing the Japanese as I do by now through anime, dramas, music, and people who live(d) there, I have a feeling it really was a true story.
I kept waiting for a gun-wielding maniac to burst into the classroom so she could launch into a big transformation sequence, emerge donned in seifuku, and save the day with a star-tipped wand and a rainbow. Didn't happen, though. Darn.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/06/2004 04:26:00 PM
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wThursday, February 05, 2004 |
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feeling: full and... humid -_-
listening to: Malice Mizer - Brise (French for 'breeze', I think)
We have a saying here in Ohio: If you don't like the weather, wait 5 minutes. We mean it. Now, usually this applies most handily in the spring season, but today it worked just as well. Late this morning, it was fairly nice... cold, not frigid, dry and clear. Then when I left for lit class this afternoon, I was pounded the whole way by some nasty vicious mixture of snow and sleet which covered the bare spots on the ground quite rapidly. Then, when I left lit class, the white stuff was gone and it was pouring down rain.
Spring is still better though. And by better, I mean worse. Every single spring we have at least one sequence of days in which one day is 60+ degrees and sunny and perfect, and the next day all the local schools get a snow day. Stupid spring.
I finally uploaded my BLOOD pics from Ohayocon. Wanna see? They're not great quality... in fact, most of them suck... but they're still fun to glee at. ^^
Oh, and I finally got the original, album version of Embryo by Dir en Grey! *pose* It's... ooooo. Hard to say which one I prefer. Based on lyrics/story and overall coolness, I like the album one, cause even if you have no clue what they're saying it still sounds all dark and disturbing. But if I had the choice of which one to listen to, I'd take the toned down version. The lyrics are totally different, right down to the tone Kyo sings them in, which I think fits the instrumentation better, somehow. You feel more sadness and loneliness and betrayal than with the album version, which sounds more rough and cruel and a bit of insane. Both still have the dark and disturbing thing going though. But soundwise, the tame version just... flows better. I like things that flow.
I thought I had more to say, but... guess I don't. Might come back later with more if I remember. Mata ato de.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/05/2004 07:25:00 PM
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