Love Psychedelicoのシーヂーがほしい！
02.01.21
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Music o' The Entry: Le Cabaret Des Elémentes album, Erik Karol
Yeehaw, only five days between entries this time. Ye gods, I suck. It's a bit of a noticable degression, if you look at my relatively consistent rate of producing entries before my return from Japan last summer (this summer? しらん。) and then those following...as for now that winter quarter has begun, it's all quite frankly gone to hell. Perhaps if I was satisfied with small entries? My lack of writing hasn't been from an absence of material, quite the contrary-to write an entry of proper length in regards to all things that would be written of would take a goodly number of hours, a very goodly. Hence, y'all are all treated to freakishly condensed version, particularly since I need to write Yuri to profusely thank her for my birthday gift as well as taking the time to remind her that I haven't died. But let's continue, shall we?
As usual, a word about the current Music o' The Entry: as we can all tell, tonight's is something that hasn't showed up yet, Erik Karol stuff. It is very strange. Some of you may have heard Mr. Karol's (yes, he's male) voice before, he did work in Cirque du Soleil's "Dralion" show...indeed, he's the one that sounds like a very very strange woman. A guy. TheWiseOne and Kel-chan showed up at my house the other day semi-randomly so I took the liberty to copy it for listening purposes and have deemed it worthy. He actually doesn't sing so much on it, a lot of rambling in French that I'm not wakatting. Ah well, the music is still good stuff, although that one weird drunken-men choir with the accordian piece is a mite odd. If curious for more info, you can visit the odd Mr. Karol's own website, the URL graciously provided by TheWiseOne in all his scary stalkerish glory (I'm kidding. Sort of. I think.).
Other news in the world of music (yeah, when does my life NOT concern music? Of course, that might also contribute to my ever-present lack of funds. Ya think?) concerns my recently ordered Love Psychedelico CD. You see, Sho was reading over the shipping instructions and thought to herself "Hmm, special instructions could be fun. Ikuzou!" and ending writing a bit about how a "First pressing edition is preferred." Unfortunately, I forgot that CD Japan is indeed a Japanese company, which means I am certain to get a first pressing edition. Will also means that it'll likely take a goodly while for my CD to ship, which makes me sad because I sold my left kidney for shipping (CD Japan is fast, but you definitely pay for it, unless you ordering more than one CD. Still, they make up for it in sheer reliability.)...oh well. I can honestly say that Love Psychedelico owns me, that CD has been going nonstop since Yuri sent it to me, and I don't see myself getting sick of it yet. Seriously, it's a completely awesome CD and many people seem to agree with me on this point, not like some of less...crowd pleasing (any of you whom I've inflicted my music on in real life know what I'm talking about). I highly recommend "Last Smile", "I Miss You", "Your Song", and pretty much everything else to any who'll listen. And "Are You Still Dreaming Everfree?" wins the Strange Lyric Award of the week for the "Hallelujah to my friend" thing. What the crap is that? Oh well, nandemo. I haven't heard so much of the new CD, one song actually ("I Will Be With You") but I like it lots. Actually, if you're just going by the song titles of the ones I've recommended, you'd likely think it's standard angsty/angry/melancholy/depressing Sho fare: I'll iterate, it's not. So even if you despise the stuff I generally like (unless of course the reason is the distinct lack of total English), give it a go; hell, even my father stopped and asked if it was true, if I was actually listening to real music for once. It's that good, and I'm very much looking forward to the new CD. Actually, I wonder if I shouldn't begin scoping out American psychedelic rock, since I seem to enjoy this much...hmmmm.
Ooh, and before we get to the actual meat of the entry, I invite everyone to take my Big Gay (I'm not terribly straight, so I can say that) Friend Test, I'm curious to see the results. Actually, I made it ridiculously easy, perhaps I shouldn't of. Oh well, humour me for once. I was thinking of doing a survey tonight, but I declined because a) I don't have one and b) it would kind of defeat the purpose of presenting the friend test. So drop by an give it a whirl, only ten miserable preguntas and it'll make me so very pleased.
So what have I been up to? Well, school, school, school, school and Matt, basically. Japanese classes are going, I'm not precisely certain how much I'm going to dig the 396 class this quarter, since it's evilness seems to have increased thricefold or so. Quite frankly, it's more of a conversation class-last quarter the conversing was done with sensei, now we're split up into little jolly groups and have to converse. Unfortunately, our groups are about to get shuffled which is bad because Kellen, the completely fluent guy in my group, is likely to be lost (because everyone else wants him too and there are three groups featuring three members, occasionally four) to another. Heck, I dunno WHAT'S gonna happen. I'll probably end up in a group with Matt. Which isn't bad at all, seeing as I enjoy being around him greatly, but I just don't know how condudive it'll be to staying on topic...ah well, that's not my main worry, that's the presentation. My speaking Japanese is very very far from perfect, but I'm generally coherent, make sense, am not difficult to understand. However, this is assuming I am comfortable. Though the class has only about 14 people, I become freakishly nervous when speaking in front of groups. This led to me making a grand idiot of myself the other day. Still haven't gotten my score sheet, am a bit afraid to. Oh well, sensei complimented me on it, so I suppose I didn't COMPLETELY flunk...why must Japanese hate me? Or maybe I should rephrase that, why do I suck at speaking in front of groups? It's so strange, I'm borderline incoherent in 202 class when speaking but in the 396 class I'm much better...still suck, but it's a very distinct improvement. Probably because there isn't an assortment of colossal vindictive bitches in the 396 class, that tends to affect things a bit, at least in my experience. In other classes, astronomy is going to be somewhat like geography was-no need to pay attention in class, that what's the book's for. Yes, the only thing not-so-boring related to school is Matt, but that's for later paragraphs, as usual. He's no match in catching up to Soba for sheer entry-mentioning, but he's still more than deserving. Oy, that sounded bad.
Oh, thanks to those who gave me birthday wishes, they were appreciated. As mentioned earlier, I certainly did go out to dinner at Red Lobster and it was...a less than pleasant visit, pretty much because of my own damn fault. I ordered what I generally do, a Sunset Passion Colada (think piña colada with puree-ed strawberry in it, awesome stuff. But no alcohol, my family's not too big on the osake, unfortunately.) calamari and veggies, lobster/crab/cheese stuffed mushroom caps, and this time I decided to try something a little different-crab stuffed wontons. Some of you know of my boundless adoration for Crab Rangoon, so I was expecting something similar. Note to Red Lobster: LEAVE MY CHINESE FOOD ALONE, DAMMIT. No, not quite my bag, to put it mildly, and no else I tried to pawn it off onto liked it either. Oh well, the food was good...save for I barely picked at it. Because on my birthday, when I shouldn't care, I freaked out about calories. About how I was getting fat, how I shouldn't be eating this, how I should be about home or the gym at school exercising. No, I didn't sit around hungry, I mostly got full on my colada (it takes little to make me extremely full) but I still felt morose most of the time. Then of course there was the issue of not wanting to go because my brother's behavior in public is reprehensible at best and I'm acutely self-conscious, but that again is my own bloody fault. I shouldn't let it bother me so, I should just live my life without other caring what other people think. So yeah, I was sort of zoned the entire time, munching occasionally on squid, broccoli, biscuits, or whatever...sad and pathetic. The rest of my birthday resulted in me coming home and talking to Matt on the phone, which was pleasant, as it always is. But so what have I done now that I'm 18? Not so much. I would've liked to register to vote today, seeing as I'm overly gleeful in wishing to cancel out my father's vote in the next election, just doing my civic duty in protecting the world from conservatives, but I haven't had so much of a chance...oh well. Yeah, this entry was began around 6:44 and now it's exactly four hours later so I'm going to go crawl in the shower than sleep. Hope to write soon, I have quite a bit of news, including a new Soba theory (regarding my opinion of him, not what the theories usually are of) that I'm sure you all care so much about and of course, Matt babble. Hey, get used to it, there's tons more where that's coming from. I'm out.
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