When the sun has broken out, fully round in the orange sky...
１月２８日（月）, St. Thomas Aquinas (Sw. Tomasza z Akwinu, Zak.
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Music o' The Entry: "Promised Land", Final Fantasy III
I think this may be the beginning of a new era: heaven forbid, I think I may actually begin to accept that an entry doesn't have to be in excess of three pages of text to constitute an entry. That's my main beef with Diaryland, the format. I really don't have any reason to complain now, seeing as DL DOES offer a blog-like format, but I like being able to title my entries, so many times on BlogSpot I wanted to do that and simply couldn't...on Blogger I could put up as many short little miserable entries as I pleased every day, not feel compelled to write things of unholy length. Not that I find it a chore, it's merely time-consuming. Still, I'm trying my best to update more frequently than I have been, so this is the result of that. Call it my New Year's Resolution.
Actually, don't-I do not know if I've spoken on my thoughts on those yet, but you can likely already tell I'm about to: they're crap. People, if you want to change, the time is NOW-if now happens to be the beginning of a new year, then so be it. But I still think it's a lousy excuse to change something, if you want to any time should be appropriate and good enough. Oy.
Today I think I'm going to start something new. My grandmother sent me a Catholic calendar full of religious art (I'm not religious, but I do dig the iconography and the music. Oooh, the music...such as the elaborate Masses and whatnot, not contemporary hymns) that happens to be in English and Polish, along with Czech translations she wrote. Everyday corresponds to some saint or whatnot so with the date at the top of each entry, I shall now share with you whose day or whatever it is, in both English and Polish for your viewing pleasure (and the date in a Japanese format, how delightful). Because you care. Actually, no, I'm doing it because I want to and can. And thank heavens for English translations, because my Polish is the saddest thing you ever did see. Wish I could study it, I'd certainly take a class.
Kinda scary, Love Psychedelico's "Dry Town" is turning out to be one of those "inspirational" songs, a la X-Japan's "Rose of Pain", meaning I'm beginning to have vague vestiges of potential story ideas being birthed within my cranium. Indeed, that weirdo description I gave on it a couple entries ago finally got to me and now I'm having scenes materialize. I'm sure within a month or so it'll go the route of all my full-blown scary novelish creations and take over my mind or something. Not so many ideas right now, just concepts. That's how all my works begin, now I just need to find a muse to trigger it...hmm. Other than that, I've been listening to my Suikoden I & II soundtracks, particularly the first one and "La Mia Tristezza" (the vocal of the "Theme of Sadness", in Italian) from the second. Yes, Suikoden music is excellent excellent stuff people. This evening from speaking to Matt I got the urge to play the Suikoden II opening on the piano, but then remembered that Nathan still has all my piano books and a goodly number of CD's. Time for some hot repossession action, kiddies.
Oh, speaking of game music, I realized that my family owes me some money so now because of that the Shadow Hearts soundtrack that I've been babbling madly about as of late despite having never heard it before is well on its way to my miserable hovel, ロック。 Actually, I've been misleading in things I've said previously, Mitsuda did not compose the OSV himself, he simply had a hand in it (forgot the name of the guy who did, need to look it up again). Regardless, I still dig the man's work like there's no tomorrow and everything I've heard about this particular soundtrack has been screamingly positive so I'm definitely looking forward to it. I'll be sure to let you know my opinion on it when it is received, whether you want to hear it or not-I always do.
Saw something peculiar at the bus plaza today when I was there with Matt briefly (he dropped me off)-a very tall man wearing a massive black trench coat that I envied, black lipstick, a spiked collar, longish hair that needed to be washed, and...fatigues. What the heck? Yeah, I don't get it either, the entire effect was highly absurd. Plus the one I call Qui-Gon made an appearance (seriously, give this guy a Jedi robe and the resemblance would be the scariest thing you ever did see. Well, he'd make a drunken slightly unhygienic Jedi, I suppose) It was Matt's first time to ever enter that place, and I was pleased that all the inhabitants of the place were in such fine form this evening; it makes me look relatively normal in comparison. Actually, the buses I ride usually contain either simple commuters or college students. On the way home I sat next to a businessman with a British accent who wears all these hideous shades of the same shirt and who was fond of saying the word "fuck" often. I personally found it entertaining, as we were sitting in the back with several old ladies.
Rock on boys and girls, for Mardi Gras, my favourite holiday of the year and personal cultural one, is quite early this year, February 12th. I'll have my usual festivities, which aren't so much, seeing as I live in Washington: basically, I bake a king cake and listen to zydeco music on repeat to the point where everyone wants me to die. It's so sad, I miss the days when Spring Break was non-existant, in Louisiana my Spring Break was divided into Mardi Gras and Easter...gotta love those Catholic states. Perhaps I'll be more elaborate this year and insist on eating beignets and gumbo (we do eat gumbo, but not usually for any one occasion, just whenever we happen to feel like it). Oooh, and hushpuppies too, haven't had those in a while.
While brings me to my next segue: since I can't go to Japan, I'm trying very hard to do the next best thing: go to Louisiana, Sulphur, specifically (if you're curious, it's located near Lake Charles, which isn't so far from the Texas border in the extreme southwest). Indeed, haven't been there in a bloody long while, and am very much feeling homesick. My parents seem kinda iffy with the idea, as they'd prefer to stay in Texas for their vacation and the only options I have for getting there are flight (which it's too short to really justify versus gas costs) and interstate bus. Renting or borrowing a car is not an option due to the simple fact that there is no way in hell I'm driving through Houston. Beaumont prolly wouldn't such a big deal, but Houston? No, on many levels, no. Still, I'm going to call the branch of the Japanese women's college I'm going to be attempting to move into in the autumn to see about getting a summer job there so I don't know about the availability...wish me luck minna.
However, it's time for me to sleep, so I'll bid you adieu-tomorrow will hopefully bring updates that contain pictures, as I plan to scan in some of my least-horrid newest set of dreaded senior pictures for your morbid fascination pleasure (hopefully I'll have the ones of myself in seifuku too). Aren't I cruel?
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