| Date: | 2009-01-14 08:04 |
| Subject: | A little past night owl... |
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| Mood: |  tired, clearly | | Music: | Harvest Moon DS Cute's title theme |
There comes a point at which you've gone past all reasonable extremes, far past the end, and therefore must start back at the beginning. This is a point that only arises when you've felt quite ill in the morning, and then managed to sleep until 4 in the afternoon. When you've slept until 4, what choice do you have but to live out the rest of the day in your normal intervals? If you tend to be awake for 16 hours, why should that change simply because you did indeed sleep until 4 in the afternoon? Unfortunately, that does in fact mean that you would be awake until 8 AM...
So you might think, well why don't I just try and sleep anyway? Maybe I'll be out by 5 or so. But really, you're just fooling yourself if you really believe that something so simple would fix your schedule. So, you embrace your fate. Because really, once you hit the point of no return, what's left to do but stay the course? Your sleep schedule would, of course, be horrendous if you were to go to sleep at 8 AM, so all you can really do at that point is stay awake until the inevitable crash hours later, at least partially fixing yourself, should you manage to keep this up for the full 24 hours.
You might also think, being up this long, it would be a great opportunity to view all the various stages of the night. Of course, this just turns into marathon computer use, with movement in time marked only be an occasional glance at the little clock in the corner, or the sounds of the fluctuations in traffic on the busy road outside, followed by finally turning to look out the window at around 6:53 and thinking, "Shit, it's already light out..."
Your mental state is very nebulous during this time of little sleep. There will be moments of great contemplation, where you will solve a problem that has been plaguing you for months. There will also be moments of laughing hysterically and jamming to "It's Raining Men," while thinking to yourself, "This song is fucking amazing..." There will be moments of quiet bliss, and moments of nauseous hunger. It really is not that pleasant, when it comes down to it, but this is the duty you owe to your already wacky sleep cycle, the one that was doing a fine enough job of screwing itself over without you sleeping until 4 in the afternoon.
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Those how know me may be aware that I'm not big on the sappy things. I'm not your typical girly girl swooning over every romantic comedy. In fact, most sappy stuff makes me physically ill, in the same manner that real sugar does. However, on the inside, I have to admit that I'm something of a hopeless romantic. I'm always looking out of the corner of my eye for my nerd in shining armor. I think it's caused me to set my standards a little high, actually, this vision that I have. I can feel inside that I'm bigger than what I am now, but I think I need someone to coax this potential out of me.
Thusly, my point, as well as the title. I'm always particularly affected by music, moreso than most other creative mediums. On the occasion though, a song will just stir something up in me that makes me wish I had that someone right now.
Since I first heard it and up to this point, my number one favorite romantic song is Justin Timberlake's "My Love." I'm telling you, if a guy sang something like that to me (minus the rap bit, obviously), he'd have me on the spot.
I'm afraid to admit this, but another song that got me, just a little bit, was "I Can Give You Plenty Love" by Keni Burke... Yeah... >.> My theory is that it affects me at all is because I heard it in a dream. Literally, in a dream. It came on my alarm clock radio at like 8 AM on a Saturday, when I was not really ready to wake up, and I could hear it as part of my dream... But that's another story.
Anyway, I suppose I only thought of this all because of the song I'm "currently" listening to (well I was at least), "Tus Ojos" by Belanova. The particular connotations of this song came to me courtesy this very nice video by Vinnie Veritas. Go watch it. Go watch it now.
Point is, I think it's about time I had my fun. Where are you, my handsome adventurer...?
[And in other news, does anyone know of a god damn working PSX emulator? I'm trying to play me some friggin' Japanese Tail Concerto and I don't have a swap disk...]
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I'd just like to make it clear here, that I am, in fact, still alive. I've never been very good at keeping a journal because 1) I'm just not consistent enough, 2) I never have very much to say, 3) who would notice in particular if I didn't post? But in case anyone should be wondering, yes I am still alive.
I've been very busy lately, working on my translating and such. I think I'm actually starting to learn more complex things, slowly but surely. My speaking still isn't great, but I like to think my comprehension is pretty good, especially considering I've only been studying... Hmm... 15 months now, just about. My current project is an excerpt from a novel. Problem is it's very formal and well, literary, using passive left and right, 3 times per sentence. It gets very troublesome, especially when I have very little practice with such forms.
Things I've accomplished:
- my Anime Lyrics page
- a game trailer I translated/subtitled (watch in HQ!)
- Sakura no Ichiban! act 8 - A full manga chapter I translated, with a little help. I'm currently working on act 11 of the same series, plus a chapter of another manga. If you're a lazy bum you can also read it on One Manga.
I've done some other things as well, but I feel that those are the most presentable at the moment. =]
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There's something a little ironic, I think, about watching certain seinen series. I'm sure you know the type. Those with fluttering pastel colors, cute, moe girls and nondescript boys, with rich landscapes and slice-of-life type stories, that give you a vague sense of some unplaceable nostalgia. Titles such as these include Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou (ヨコハマ買い出し紀行), Aria, and a show I've just started, Sketchbook ~full color'S~.
What I find ironic about these shows is not necessarily something to do with the shows themselves, but rather those who watch them. Series such as these evoke a sense of quiet wonder in the viewer, one that makes you feel as if the people and places depicted are what you've been missing all your life. For some, or at least for myself, this feeling makes you want to go out and see the world. It gives you a taste of something sweetly bitter, that you can't find for yourself, though the things you watch make you feel as if it's as simple as taking a wrong turn on the walk home.
This brings us to the irony of it all. People watch these shows because they wish to experience these feelings. However, if they were not holed up in their homes watching the shows, they might be able to experience the feelings for real. Anime characters tend to lounge on scenic embankments by clear blue streams. I've never seen such a thing in person. At least, I hadn't, until one fateful day I decided to explore a bike path I had never known of. Somewhere around the outskirts of DC, I found myself on a path above such an embankment, the wind blowing gently, the grass waving on the edge of the stream, long stretches with no one else. Just me, my bike, and my thoughts.
This, to be clear, is not an attack on these type of series. I love them quite dearly, and without them I would not be able to get a fix of these ephmeral emotions that we so seldom grasp. However, if you wish to take a walk on the Scenic Route, you should try it for yourself. Letting a figment of someone's imagination take you there is never as good as discovering it on your own.
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| Date: | 2007-04-05 18:21 |
| Subject: | My My... |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: |  tired | | Music: | Norihiko Hibino: THE GHOST SHIP |
Haven't posted in quite some time, have I? Well, not much to report. I'm tired. Only got like 4 hours of sleep.
Just wanted to mention, I think I've contradicted myself now. Anybody remember that lovely essay I wrote, "On the Use of XX"? No? Well, I didn't think so anyway.
In any case I realized that I've now ruined all the fun nuances of the XX. In picking birthdays for the Grey Snow crew, I decided I wanted birth years, which means that I had to give the canon story a year, which has now arbitrarily been picked as 1891... Ah well, still doesn't mean I have to actually mention the year, right?
(Side note: This post has been almost completely touch-typed, something I just discovered I can kinda do. It takes a little longer, since I'm not used to it, but it's really not so bad. ^^;)
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| Date: | 2007-01-22 20:30 |
| Subject: | Five Clicks to Jesus |
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| Mood: |  bored | | Music: | "Baragoku Otome" by ALI Project |
Such a silly game...
Attempt 2:
Hertzian contact stress -->Mechanical Engineering --> Human --> Religion --> Jesus Christ
Attempt 3:
Im Wartesaal Zum Großen Glück -->Germany --> Christian --> Jesus
Attempt 4:
Socket 1-->Intel Corporation-->Japan-->Christianity-->Jesus Christ
Attempt 5:
Prasanthi Nilayam-->Guru-->Buddhism-->Christianity and Buddhism-->Jesus Christ
Attempt 6:
Azeotrope-->Ethanol-->Alcoholic Beverage-->Christian-->Jesus Christ
Attempt 7:
Tivar Massacre-->Disaster-->War-->Religion-->Jesus Christ
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| Date: | 2006-12-31 23:29 |
| Subject: | Last post of the year |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | tired | | Music: | weird indie japanese music |
Not much to say really. Just, Happy New Year everyone!
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| Date: | 2006-12-07 11:58 |
| Subject: | I hate December... |
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| Mood: |  pissed off | | Music: | Some god-awful Christmas carol... |
The basement level of the Stamp Student Union is interesting in that you can hear hardcore techno, Auld Lang Syne, and video game beeps all at once. It's quite an interesting mix really. The Co-Op's whatever-we-feel-like jive along with the popular tunes piping from the book store, and the incessant sounds of the Terp Zone create a weird sort of clash.
BUT
I hate December, which actually starts on Black Friday. This is because, from then until about New Year's, all you hear wherever you go is CHRISTMAS MUSIC. Frickin' Christmas music. Sure it's great and festive and all, but it gets on my last nerve! If I wanted to listen to the same stupid songs over and over again, I'd listen to Top 40 radio all day long. So this brings me back to today...
Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I love bookstores. Just can't get enough of those books. On a good day, I can spend an upwards of 1-2 hours in one. However, today I was driven out of the book store in the Stamp over one little thing:
IT'S DECEMBER!
So... It seems whoever picks the music for the store sat down and made a playlist of the most inspid, annoying, ear-grating songs of the season. Normally, I could stand this, but they had to take it a step further and blast the songs AT FULL VOLUME.
Needless to say, after about two and a half songs, I was out of there.
Gawd do I hate December... -_-
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| Date: | 2006-11-17 20:16 |
| Subject: | I hate Nick |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: |  angry | | Music: | "Mugen" from DDR SuperNOVA |
I hate Nick. I hate Nick. I hate Nick.
Those corporate bastards at Nickolodeon should just die.
...
Thank you for your time.
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| Date: | 2006-11-13 10:54 |
| Subject: | On the Use of XX, an essay |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: |  thoughtful | | Music: | "Fugitive Passions" by Kim Burgaard |
This came to me as I was leaving English, on my way to McKeldin as usual. It's a little rant/essay on using xx to define your year.
( Maybe I should have been an English major? )
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And you have just lost it.
I've been thinking about my strategy for playing The Game, and I figured, rather than trying not to lose, I'll lose, and make as many other people lose as possible. (By the way, if you're reading this, you have just lost.)
If you don't know what I'm talking about, well then you're better off not knowing, but if you are that curious, mozy over to losethegame.com
That is all.
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| Date: | 2006-11-02 22:50 |
| Subject: | All I have to say is... |
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| Mood: | tired | | Music: | "Must Be Dreaming" by Frou Frou |
...
Steff's mom is hot.
.....
Thank you for your time. *lol*
Seriously though, I was noticing I hadn't mentioned Steff's b-day party on here yet. Then again.. I'm tired and headachy, and have a novel to work on, so... TTYL
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| Date: | 2006-10-31 23:00 |
| Subject: | Death Cramps!!! |
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| Mood: |  nauseated | | Music: | "Let's Dance" by David Bowie |
Yeah, so I had the cramps from hell for the first time in several months. Thank god for for running into Kori, or I would've been at school when they struck. I used my usual cure, which is essentially crying myself to sleep then passing out for a couple hours. But, I feel a bit better now. At least it only got to the crying stage and not the vomiting stage.
Guess what I found! I got the soundtrack to The Labyrinth, which I think is fucking awesome. I mean, c'mon, you gotta love Bowie's bulge. ^_~ And anyways, the movie has great songs. Surprisingly their kinda hard to find. But... eBay is your friend.
Eep... 11 PM... Only one hour to NaNoWriMo! And I have a LING test tomorrow. God, my soul will be devoured by November...
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| Date: | 2006-10-27 11:23 |
| Subject: | Under the Knife |
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| Mood: | tired | | Music: | "Music is My Hot, Hot Sex" by CSS (Cansei de Ser Sexy) |
Yeah, so Trauma Center is my new addiction. It's a fun, high-pressure little piece of work that, at the same time, makes me never want to be a surgeon. At the moment, I'm stuck on this surgery. See, there's these fucking tumors. This would not be a problem normally, except that these are not just any tumors, no, they're EVIL, MOVING TUMORS!!! You see, there's this disease called "GUILT", which is like some little medical terrorism thing. There are a bunch of different strains of it, one of which makes lacerations inside of people. This one though, it "replicates" its genetic data and makes it look like the tumor's moving.
There are two parts to these, as well, a red one and a blue one. The move around, making little tumor spots, and when they combine, they start to form into an actual tumor, which is when you strike. Now that's all fine and dandy. The problem begins when you go to the girl's lungs, where there's two pairs of the little buggers, and when the same color ones bump into each other, its takes away like 10 life points, or when a tumor is forming, and another one interferes, it stops, so you can't drain it.
So anyways, it pretty much really sucks. That little girl keeps dying on me. I've just about given up after trying it like 10-15 times. I'll try once more before Linguistics, but I'm not hoping for much... -_-
Thankfully, if I haven't already mentioned it, the eight page thing in my portfolio was only required to be an excerpt, so I gave them EP 1 of Grey Snow, as well as "Down by the Tracks", which, for those who don't know/remember, is a short story I wrote back in March of last year. It doesn't necessarily represent my current writing, but it's one of the best short stories I've ever written, so yeah. It looks all nice and professional... I even bought one of those little report cases for it. ^^
Anyways, I'm sleepy. Let me go try and work on that little girl once more, though it's about gotten to the point where I don't care if she dies... Fuckin' evil GUILT... -_-
Edit (11:30):
*dances and sings* I beat the fucking tumors! I beat the fucking tumors! And what! Guess I just needed to take a break for a little while...
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| Date: | 2006-10-23 17:05 |
| Subject: | Fudge Fudge Fudge Fudge |
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| Mood: |  pessimistic | | Music: | My own thoughts, rumbling in my mind... |
I think the UMD English department has redefined my idea of fun. Turns out, I have until next week Wednesday to submit my portfolio to get into Intermediate Creative Writing workshop. They want 10-20 pages of fiction, and it says that one story must be at least 8 pages. 1) Is that double-spaced? 2) What about partial stories? I know that any one EP of Grey Snow could clear that requirement on its own, but do they want a full and complete story?
If that's the case, then I think I have less than a week to shoot a short story out of my ass...
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Wassup, everyone? I'm a little tired and sore, but generally feeling fine. The concert was really fun (for those who don't know I'm referring to the concert GSO played Saturday to open the Rocky Horror Picture Show). There was a lot of energy and the crowd really seemed to get into it, especially Hikari and Time Warp, our "bonus" song. Things were really hectic and we started with little warning, but it was a blast. Plus, I figured out that I actually can play violin, a bit moreso than I give myself credit for. Before the concert started, I was playing with vibrato a bit, and once we were playing, it just sort of kicked in. I don't know what snapped in me, but it's really neat. I should keep practicing and improve that. I didn't do so terrible on those shifting arpeggios either...
Anyways, thanks to anyone who came out to see us, even if they were just coming anyway for Rocky Horror. Speaking of which, that was really fun too. I'd definately go again. I'd like to learn all the lines, too, so I can shout 'em out with everyone else. ^^ But yeah, that was fun. We ate at the College Perk after it, so I didn't get home 'til like 4:30, after which I crashed. I didn't get up 'til like 12:30 yesterday.
Oh yeah, yesterday. It all sort of went by in a blur. We recently purchased a copy of DDR SuperNOVA. Let's just say, the song list doesn't disappoint. I should know, since I went through almost all of the mission mode without stopping. But yeah, if you would care to direct your attention here, you can get a look at the song list. It's very sweet. However, that doesn't change the fact that I played DDR FOR 5 HOURS STRAIGHT. ><
Pretty much, after that, I showered for like 40 min, then watched Desperate Housewives, ate, and helped Jaz with her English paper. I hate the way their teacher wanted them to format it and I think she's dumb, but hey, it's Kenmoor Middle School. When were the teachers there known for their knowledge. (This, however, actually somewhat applies only to the past few years, since I did have a few decent teachers there, though mostly in 7th grade; like Mrs. Fadli, Ms. Kelly, Mrs. Guillard [yeah, she's a kook, but she taught well], Ms. Wright, etc.)
But anyways, I digress. Of course, then I didn't go to bed right away and was up past two, so I'm a little sleep deprived at the moment. Perhaps I'll nap until class starts... Who knows... I'm all full of fat and sugar since we just threw a surprise party for our German teacher's birthday. He turned 22 today, so he's very young. Then we were making fake ads for random products. Our group ended up, on the advice of my eccentric friend Janet, making an ad for... homework elves. They're elves... that do your homework for you... Yeah... Supposedly the elves are happy with this arrangement, but it seems to me more like an evil marketing scheme to hide the fact that we're dealing in slave labor... €5.000.000 per elf, apparently. But I have a fundamental problem with that... So I'm starting the Save the Elves Campaign, right now. Sign this invisible petition if you agree!
Oh wow, I think I need more sleep...
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| Date: | 2006-10-20 18:44 |
| Subject: | So, the beautiful world... |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: |  satisfied | | Music: | "Korobenyiki and Kalinka" from Tetris (A+B Themes) |
I think there are probably very few things that can compare with the feeling you get after reading Kino no Tabi. We finally got the first volume today, and, oh my goodness... That was 2 1/2 hours and 205 pages of bliss. Even though I already knew the outcome of each story and had watched certain episodes multiple times, I felt absolutely nothing wrong with reading it again. Seriously though, they had just as much impact as they did the first time around. And as far as a comparable feeling, I'd definately put it, at the very least, on par with watching something like Princess Mononoke. After it all, you feel almost... I dunno, haunted, yet at the same time appreciative and relaxed. It's really one of though things you can just get completely caught up in, ya know?
But let me stop ranting and talk about things you (maybe) actually care about. So remember that doujin I was fangirling over? I got it, as well as two others. They're very cute, and very pretty. ^_^ And the Kukule (Angelo) x Eito (Hero) pairing is actually more interesting than I thought it'd be. Though I'd still love to see how Yangus x Hero would work... XD
So, if you didn't hear, I didn't get a job at that silly place. Mostly because I'm doing study abroad or transferring next year (though likely the former) and won't be there particularly long. At least, not long enough. So, I suppose I should look into finding another job. I wonder if the Linguistics department needs any research assistant/secretarial type people... It just keeps getting more and more interesting, and I think I'd rather spend my time researching and honing my skills than doing "actual work" out in the "real world" (which is actually what my LING professor jokingly referred to it as ^^;).
It's Friday, isn't it... That means a new Avatar in 1.5 hours! Squee!!! ^___^
I can't believe the concert's tomorrow... I suppose I should go practice or something... I really feel bad for my violin. He's a beautiful instrument, both in appearance and sound, yet I'm not skilled enough to use him to his full potential. I can't even start taking lessons again unless I find another teacher, since Howard's wife Anise just popped out that giant, almost-12-pound baby girl. Which means, of course, he has no time to be teaching. But, whatever.
That seems do be my life. Just... Whatever. Shit happens. Life happens. You get over it, move on, and continue to grow as a person, as long as you let yourself do as such and never take anything too seriously.
Ah... How do I get off on these tangents...? Anyways, let me leave you on a more amusing note. Shakespeare's works, as I've discovered through ENGL 205, are all full of porn. Sometimes it's just implied or euphemized, but other times... well, let me give you this excerpt from The Winter's Tale, one of his last plays:
Servant: He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes. No milliner can so fit his customers with gloves. He has the prettiest love songs for maids, so without bawdry, which is strange, with such delicate burdens of dildos and fadings, "Jump her and thump her." And where some stretch-mouthed rascal would, as it were, mean mischief and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer, "Whoop, do me no harm, good man"; puts him off, slights him, with "Whoop, do me no harm, good man."
"Jump her and thump her."
W. T. F.
However, this is also the play that has the world's greatest stage direction (this of course being, 'Exit, persued by a bear.'), so I can almost forgive it.
Almost... -_-;;;
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| Date: | 2006-10-14 02:26 |
| Subject: | Early Christmas List |
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| Mood: |  cold | | Music: | "Sow Into You" by Roisin Murphy |
Okay, someone would like to buy me this, right? Pretty pretty please??? I knew it had to be out there somewhere, and I finally found it...
Why did the temperature just drop so suddenly? It bugs me... ><
The Co-Op is hiring this Sunday. I really hope I get the job... *sighs*
I'm tired, but I want to play a game. I haven't played video games in a good while, other than a bit of Okami.
Disney songs in other languages are quite amusing. And Aladdin sounds hot as hell in Japanese... I should stay off that site... ><
All I can think about lately is frickin' Grey Snow, and yet I can't write any of it... It's really pissing me off... ><
I think I need a new blanket now. All this cold is making me cranky. That and the fatigue, but yeah... -_-
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| Date: | 2006-10-11 19:23 |
| Subject: | D & D Lawn Products |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: |  geeky | | Music: | "I Write Sins not Tragedies" by Panic At the Disco |
Look at the name of this thing. I heard the commercial and the first thing that came to mind was a LARPer spraying their lawn and going "+2 Weed Control!"
lol ^^
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We're so different...
( Crazy Junk... )
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