They Changed It, Now It Sucks is a pretty good summary.

( This sounds quite like Zero Punctuation in my head. )

If there was one thing that had me grinning, it was the male violinist. TSO always picks up the local orchestra to be their strings section, and then one or two lead violinists who play this gnarly electric violins with crazy tricked-out bows. But this kid. Oh my god, this kid. He was having the time of his life on stage; he was an Asian Joe Biden. He was just so damn happy to be playing with the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. There was one point where, when running from one side of the stage to the other, he tripped and fell. Did it faze him? HELL NAW. He sat up with that doofy grin and kept playing like he totally meant to do it. I wanted to hug him, I loved him so much.

Well, we'll see how this year goes.

AH MY GAAAAAAWD I GOT A MIKE MYERS TO JOIN THE WAKE.

I AM JUST

SO EXCITED

FOREVER.




I was getting scared that our ad was gonna get jack shit. D:

I was really excited about working on my cards because I'm getting my glue gun today, but nothing sucks the Christmas spirit out of you faster than snotting all over the place and having your uterus projectile-vomit.

Not that anyone really needed to know this. Oh well.

Today I danced like no one was watching.

It was so ridiculously fun.

I think I'm gonna go do it again.

I am clinically depressed. I have been on thirty milligrams of Prozac for about eight months (twenty for the year before), but I don't always take it. Sometimes I forget. When I forget, I get depressed. Then I get too depressed to start up again. Tomorrow I am either going to up my dosage, or change to Paxil.

I have abysmally low self-esteem. While I am proud of a few accomplishments, and satisfied with some of the character traits that life and genetics have dealt me, I hate my own body and face and can't get away from the reputation I have crafted around myself.

I talk to myself. That's all under a tag called "introspective". I only have two aspects to my psyche: the rational optimism and the misanthropic pessimism. Mes has been very inactive lately, except for a few days ago. That upset me a lot, that she showed up again.

In sixth grade, I had a teacher who refused to accept my reasons for missing or late assignments. She constantly cited the difference between "reason" and "excuse", and somehow my reasons were actually excuses. Never in that entire grade did I learn what she thought was the difference between the two. Now everything I think is an excuse. Like this post for my behavior in the RP!S bullshit.

It's not. I don't know what it is, but I really hope it's not an excuse. (I wouldn't know the difference.)

The fuck is wrong with me.

Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever music player you have on random.
Step 2: Post a line/stanza from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly

It took me fifty songs before I actually had twenty with lyrics. lol video game soundtracks

( I heard / a nostalgic song / somewhere far away )

[21:23] auriatetsukai: I wish I could help people.
[21:23] auriatetsukai: in some way other than just being the bleeder.
( Learning. )

I think I just explored a part of myself that I hadn't known was there.

Also, sorry for emoing about Ryune. Again.

( Storytime! )

I think Seattle heard my screams.

I kind of hate myself.

Only kind of.

" [L]ack of sleep can blur the line between reality and dreams, the present and the past. So it did not alarm Tran-Do when, in the evening mist on the banks of the stream, he saw the ghostly apparition of his mother and himself as a young boy being taught the ethics of Confucius.

Remember what Confucius taught. Always be kind.
Yes, Mother.
Always help the weak and the old.
Yes, Mother. I understand.
And always help those less fortunate than yourself.
Yes, Mother. Always.

A jet passes by in the distance and the apparition of his mother fades away. The child turns toward Tran-Do and says, in a non-judgmental, puzzled voice:

How did I become you? "
--from Night Castle; Trans-Siberian Orchestra

I never did finish that week-meme.







...eh. I'll do it tomorrow.

I'm being selfish.

No, you're not. You're just hurting. It'll go away in time.

( I do believe I have been changed for the better. )

Have you noticed--

Yeah. Yeah, I have.

How do you feel?

It makes me happy.

Good.

Okay.

I fucking love the Wake.

( This used to be a desktop background of mine. )

Been cleaning my room. It is a very uphill battle. I inhale dust a lot.

For one week, recommend/share:

1. a song
2. a picture
3. a book/ebook/fanfic
4. a site
5. a youtube clip
6. a quote
7. whatever tickles your fancy

Day One: A Song.

It's been eight or nine years since I last saw this movie, and this song still makes me cry.

Oh my god. It all makes sense now.

...I want to voice Aqua.

It'll never happen, but CHRIST I want to voice her so bad.