El Padre.
3£գ) Sw. Kazimierza Krlewicza
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Music o' the Entry: "Apostle of an Evil God", Dragon Force
Yeah, this is some good stuff here. This is actually a MIDI, I was rooting around vgmusic.com, as I haven't done it in quite the while, and as usual am happy with what I've stumbled across. Actually, I'm very interested in digging for Xenosaga MIDI, as the game HAS been released in Japan. Speaking of Xenosaga, I have two pieces of tiltillating news: the first is that one of the Japanese guys I know at school thinks it looks interesting and will likely import it for his birthday (this guy is the reason why Matt played FFX in Japanese) and hence I shall definitely be seeing this game long before it shows up here, and the other Xeno-news is that the soundtrack should sell for about 2900-ish yen, or around $22 USD. Huzzah! Yeah, I know I certainly won't be paying that much, but it IS promising, ya gotta admit. I finally figured out how I'm going to do, going to sell my plasma. So yeah, basically I'm selling my blood for music, an occurrence which should surprise absolutely no one. Ah well. Speaking of music...
You are Kasou.
Dark, and almost always melancholy,
no one would be suprised if they found out you slept in a coffin.
Still, you have an amazing amount of class and debonaire;
and who can deny those sexy SEXY hips!! damn!
"Which L'Arc~en~Ciel song am I?" test by mifyuu
Yeah, no big surprise here either, as I utterly adore "Kasou"; I figured it'd be either that or "Shinshoku".
Oy, I've quite a bit to write about, seeing as I haven't been writing very much overall as of late...anyway, to what I was speaking of yesterday: I met Matt's father and brother on Saturday. Last week when he was coming home from driving me home, his clutch cable broke so his father came to repair it and his sibling tagged along. Matt has always described his father as the wisest person he has every met, and that he's also completely nuts (ad verbatim boys and girls). He also has mentioned that he's disturbingly analytical and intuitive, very much able to infer things about people without their knowledge. This made me rather apprehensive, as there are certain things one does not necessarily wish to divulge upon meeting one's significant other's parent(s) for the first time...anyway, Matt came home with me from school Friday, we went out with my family to eat Mexican food (which would've been good fun had my stomach not decided to try to do some jisatsu on me, fickle hellcat), spent the night at my house, then left around 9 in the morning to meet his father and sibling at his house, as they were coming from around two hours away and us from roughly 30 minutes. Lucky us, they were late so we sat about watching reruns of the Brak Show and Space Ghost Coast-to-Coast (which by the way, utterly rock; for heavens sake, they TALK like me. Which is actually a bit disturbing, when one considers it. Funny stuff yo.) until they arrived. When they actually arrived, I had to go to the restroom, so I was there while pleasantries were exchanged. I kinda wonder though if I really did have to use the facilities, because I'm quite shy and have been known to avoid situations in which I'd have to meet new folk...still, couldn't hide there forever so I came out and sat on the couch. Matt's father asked if he was alone, to which he responded negatively. His father asked whom else was present, so Matt's directed him to living room and I got a very strange expression, to which was later explained to me. But we all made one another's acquaintances, and life was good. Actually didn't do too much while they were fixing the car, as Matt would come in the house periodically but it was pretty much myself and his sibling, discussing such fun as the intense evil that are senior projects, video game music, j-rock, etc...I eventually fell asleep on the couch, and was awakened by this statement of Matt's father: "I'm sure you don't need any porn channels with Sho around."... ... ...I think I'm going to take that as a compliment, because in all actuality I have pretty much no response for such a statement. My reaction to this was the continue appearing to be asleep, but eventually Matt awakened me to tell me we were going out to eat Chinese for lunch. Dinnertime was when things began getting a bit...strange. Apparently Matt's father is quite the philosophical sort, and proceeded to ask me what love was, as well as mocking his son, something I found wonderful. Because for all I care for Matt (which is a great deal), he makes me feel stupid. Not intentionally, it's simply the fact that he's so much more intelligent than me and the rest of the populous that it's ridiculous. So yeah, I got some sick selfish pleasure from seeing boyfriend being challenged a bit mentally. Later conversations turned to eliminating disharmony from my life to achieve some sort of Zen-like state (this is all pretty much word for word, I should've recorded the entire conversation) but the best came whenever Matt's father learned my schooling status. Earlier he had asked me how old I was because he was asking me to drive somewhere, to which I responded with "18" unhesitatingly, to which he seemed unfazed. He was asking me something about something, to which I responded that I'd do it after I graduated. I must of said it in somewhat of an urgent tone, because he responded with me having a number of years in which to worry about that and I explained that I only had a couple of months because I'd be graduating in June. When he put two and two together, he proceeded to choke on his food, call his blushing son a pedophile, and laugh, long and hard. Frequent jabs at Matt regarding cradle-robbing ensued for the remaineder of dinner. Another highlight of all this was whenever he spake of his initial analysis of me for the day: I'm inclusive, speak intelligently (I was very surprised at myself, I was shockingly coherent), and seem natural (meaning not a lot of jewelry, because I have a deep-seated apathy for jewelry and utterly abhor wearing any)...which pleased me. I was slightly worried he was going to infer "psycho obsessive hose beast who forms religions around similarly mental musical prodigy self-mutilating Japanese boys", but luckily he didn't. After that they went home, and Matt told me that outside his father had asked if we were shacking up and/or sleeping together, given he had met me sitting on the couch (and the answer to both questions is no, if you're by chance curious)...so yeah. Actually, despite his father's oddness and my uncomfortableness with being asked deep questions, I think I'll get along with him, and he actually seems much more easier to get along with than my own family, much more liberal. As for Matt's sibling, there's no problem there; we have many of the same interests, and he's rather similar to his elder brother...so yeah, not too bad, and I don't think I freaked anyone out or embarrassed myself too awfully. Blimey, I didn't even get ill from eating Chinese (it hasn't seemed to agree with my always-temperamental stomach these days)...
In other news, I've been noticing something peculiar recently...well, I've always known it wasn't quite normal, but only recently does it seem more odd than usual: my mental syntax. Meaning, the way I form sentences in my head is not exactly something that resembles English, my native and only spoken language. I've been doing some observation, and I've noticed that me speech comes out in SOV format; for instance, in my heas the sentence "John went to the store" would be thought of as "John store go." Apparently, I merely translate. Another particularly strange example smacked me on the back of the head when I was changing in the gym, when I was trying to think of something occurring before one o'clock and my head was thinking "before twelve o'clock is over". Trust me, I don't get it either.
For all those who took Ye Olde Friendtest: the answers are located here, if you're curious.
Do I have more to write? Oh yeah. However, it's time for English and Japanese homework (got one big research paper due next Friday and thus ends my English 201 class), so more at a later date.
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