Music o' the Entry: "Requiem", Koudelka (Electric Flames OC Remix)
Yay OverClocked Remixes, where I seem to be finding all sorts of glorious things to console myself over not being able to listen to, much less purchase, Gackt's new album Moon. Sigh. (if you wish to know of it, head over to Lauren's. Oh, and by the way, Matt found "Fragrance" for me and I dig it). Still, it's great stuff to hold me over. If you care to give it a listen, be sure to head over to OverClocked and have some downloading fun. Oh, also, if you're curious, the Gradius Suite Fantasia album is owning me, courtesy Matt. I must say, he's been quite helpful to me in the game music arena, I've had a LOT more exposure to stuff I likely wouldn't have heard otherwise. How nice it is when significant other shares weird nerdish interest as much as I do, ne? But yeah, for some reason I'm wanting to listen to more of Koudelka now, I suppose thanks to my enjoyment of the Shadow Hearts OST (which I REALLY need to locate the second disc of), since I quite obviously enjoy the music of Sacnoth games (take that, Square and Namco! Except that the majority of my game OST's are actually Konami...) and Mr. Hiroki Kikuta, who also did Soukaigi, an OST everyone apparently shits themselves over (oh, and Seiken Densetsu 2, which I'm also a fan of)....but yeah, anyways.
So now I'm kinda embarrassed, as my writing this evening is interspersed with me occasionally filling in blanks on my form to get a replacement Social Security card, because I suck and lost mine. Seriously, I'm the worst person for losing things. I've been meaning to think about it as I go to sleep, so I can get one of those psychic dreams I have occasionally that enlighten me to the presence of things I've lost, but I keep on forgetting. I suppose losing such a thing is Bad intrinsically, but the thing is here if I can find the bloody thing, I don't get paid. Not that I'm getting much now, which my pathetic 6-7 hours per weekend schedule at Ye Olde Pizza Place, but money DOES tend to add up and I don't feel too into the whole slave labour thing that I did last time. I kind of feel guilty, perhaps I should've done something about the whole illegal business practices...oh well, I didn't care enough then and don't now. Then again, I wouldn't want them to do that to someone else...but the boss didn't like me, she said my hands shook (which is something completely new to me, if they did it was prolly because the steam table was assaulting me) and seemed overly curious about my many scars (which are attributed to my innate clumsiness in shaving and everything else; the current predominant visible scar on my arm is from not being carely with my arms shoved in an oven; at least the following cakes were tasty). But anyway, I'm going to get a replacement SS card.
It that wasn't enough to make me feel silly, yesterday I managed to make a colossal ass of myself, by acting like a petulant child. Basically, everytime I talk to Matt about my family being in Texas, I'll think of some reason I'd like to be down there, although most of these are of either two varieties: culinary and Louisiana. So I decided when I was at his house yesterday, great idea, I'll call family and ask if I could come down for a bit, seeing as they'd intended on bringing me anyway, we just didn't know about my work situation at the time of ticket purchase. So I did, when online and did all the price research...and then called and talked to my family, who said there's no way in hell we're going to Louisiana while we're there, and basically told me I have no reason to go there, as most of my friends have probably left for college already, as if just wanting to visit my damn home wasn't good enough. As you might imagine, this pissed me off rightly, especially since my family was telling me this WHILE they're visiting their own bloody hometown(s). YARG. So in a spectacular show of immaturity, I reacted badly and childishly-basically telling them I didn't give a flying rat's arse about seeing anyone there, I'm there for Louisiana and the food. Which is, embarrassingly, the truth; fact of the matter is that I've never really spent much time with my extended family ever, and have a very limited relationship with all. Still, that's just an iteration of things I've already said. And then we got off the phone. Later Matt and I spoke, and he informed me that I was very..."abrasive". And I felt bad, realizing what I had said was tantamount to, and decided I should probably go as form of apology. Which led to much fare-searching on both the parts of my family in Texas and myself in Washington, I which I was trying to depart on June 27th (ie today) and return on the 3rd, to go for my grandparents' 50th Anniversary party...still, it was all resolved in the end by a simple fact: it's the 4th of July weekend. All flights are booked completely solid, regardless of date, and my family returns July 10th. So, I'm staying here, and will spend 4th of July with boyfriend, who will hopefully be over his horrific case of strep throat and be considerably less miserable, in which we'll likely prepare Chinese pork buns or something of similarly excessive cooking/preparation time (yeah they're tasty, but a royal pain to prepare, particularly if one is by themselves), seeing as it's what we do. And I swear, if the neighbors didn't hate me before (when I was singing quite loudly with the window opening and/or cursing on the phone to Matt about my Mormon ex-piano teacher's son on my front porch who scared me because I'm ridiculously paranoid to begin with), they should now, as I'm playing loud techno-remix game music from Breath of Fire at 2:07 AM and LIKING IT! Well, that and the Luna Sea CD's that are rotating in the living room, where the windows are also open (we sadly lack air-conditioning and have a big ol' attic fan, which works beautifully save for that running in the daytime only makes it more hot)...ah, the beauties of being home alone. Save for that my paranoia makes me half expect to turn around and see Anima from FFX in the hall, which would be about the creepiest thing ever. Yeah, those people definitely succeeded in making the "Dark Aeon", ya? (I hate Wakka, he's influencing my hilariously malleable speech patterns. A VIDEO GAME IS INFLUENCING MY SPEECH PATTERNS. YE GODS.) For the love of the crap, in the Overdrive things look like they're being sucked into Hell (which I believe was the point) and I can't exactly tell what it is. It looks like a big winged, chained, bandaged, bleeding, excessively unhappy...fish-thing, na? But now for some reason I get a sudden flash of something from...Final Fantasy VI. AH! Doom Gaze! Anyone, did Doom Gaze resemble a big flying Fish-Thing? Wasure. Oh well, probably not as evil and creepy as Mrs. Anima. But yeah, I think big heaving chained unhappy Aeons of Satan or whatever heaving in my hallway would be about the scariest thing ever. Stupid Final Fantasy X, now I'm going to have bizarre dreams. Although I've had no lack of those recently, I actually took the time to write down the highlights of my last one which involved going to the grocery store and seeing something on the store called "Boxed Hamlet", which is precisely what it sounds like-boxed performances of Shakespeare's Hamlet, complete with miniature performers (the boxes are about the size of your average diorama. And we all remember making those wastes of cardboard in school, right?). Which is exceedingly strange in its own right, but this particular brand of Boxed Hamlet also starred Cher. Dear crap. But yeah, don't remember much else except the whole part where Yuri and Kumi-chan showed up in seifuku (and myself wearing it as well) and we busted out the sake, complete with traditional sake-pouring implement. Which leads us to the conclusion that my subconscious is the playground of madness, MADNESS I TELL YOU! *cough*. So....yeah.
But it becomes late, so I leave ye all with something I've not done in a while; yeah, you guessed it, a survey, taken from Aorah/Saikou. Enjoy!
given name: Starts with an A, has four letters in my version, everyone and their dog misspells it, and it's a diminuitive of another name. Two guesses.
middle name: Same as my mother's.
nicknames: Not terribly many anymore, though Yuri calls me Shou.
screen names: On pretty much everything I'm Shosetsu, though my AIM name is Seifaiden.
heritage: Half Slav (Czech/Pole), half random Western Europe
birthday: January 17, 1984
zodiac sign: Capricorn, yay Saturn.
place of birth: Louisiana
height: Not tall enough, barely 5' 6". And the doctors predicted I'd be 5'10", the bastards.
eye color: Blue
hair color: Currently tri-colour (black-red-light brown), soon to be bi (black and deep burgundy)
tattoos or body piercing: None of which to speak
shoe size: 9, in US female sizes. 26 cm?
normal style of dress: Generally black, blue, or grey t-shirt with jeans or black pants, white shirts occasionally with strange things on thing (like my Yakuza shirt)
*what*
is your stance on abortion? I don't like it, but I'm sure as hell not going to stop you from doing it and support your right to be able to.
is your good luck charm? Don't really have one, but I suppose I do have two literal ones, which were blessed at the Shinto shrine in Nishinomiya, one for general desires and the other for safety while driving.
do you want to name your kids? I shall have no children, give me some time on it.
do you like to do for fun? not work, video games, piano, sing
do you think about Ouija boards? Ambivalent, not interested
famous person do people say you look like? Juliana Margulies, thanks to my hair, I don't believe I resemble her so much facially.
are you afraid of? a final relapse
are you wearing right now? my (relatively) ancient light aqua Walktoberfest shirt from Alabama, along with dark blue boxer shorts with dolphins on them.
the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you? play the flute.
do you think of roller coasters? Fun, but my stomach and nervous systems are not big fans.
is on the walls of your room? Many anime wallscrolls, courtesy my friend Lina, couple of Malice Mizer posters, Catholic calendar in Polish...
is under your bed? Whatever happens to roll under, I've a futon so things can only go under so far. Usually socks.
is your dream car? Pretty much anything huge and hideous from the 70's; VW vans and GMC motorhomes manufactured in the 70's are favourites, particularly in shades of cloying olive green, yellow, and brown. Oh yeah.
career are you going to pursue? Probably atmospheric science, because I'm a colossal weather nerd.
was your favorite thing to do when you were little? Play in dirt piles and make mud pies, a foreshadowing of my obsessing cooking in the future.
would you do if you saw your guy/girl flirting with someone? Dunno, I have a notorious jealous streak. Not something I'm terribly proud of.
*have you ever*
drank? Indeed, and reasonably enjoy such activity. In fact, am missing my Japanese alcohol at the moment.
smoked? Nay.
gotten high? No.
come close to dying? Upon occasion, my idiotic klutziness almost has and will possibly/likely be the death of me.
told someone you loved him or her? Yes.
cried for no reason? ::sigh:: Yes. Hooray for psychotic hormones, eh?
betrayed a friend? Not intentionally, though they have interpreted it as such.
broken the law? In what nation?
ran away from home? No.
broken a bone? No, surprisingly.
played strip poker? No.
played truth or dare? As a youth.
been in a fight? A couple of times.
been out of the us? Yes.
ridden in a fire truck? No.
been on a plane? Many a time, yay cross-continental moving.
been convicted of a crime? No.
been in love? ...yes.
changed your name? I have the forms on my computer, but ran out of money.
had a scary experience in the ocean? Not terribly, though my family did learn that little pontoon bass buggies were never ever intended for the Gulf of Mexico in fun manners.
been hurt by someone you really care(d) about? Yes. Yes, I have.
said "I love you" to someone and not meant it? No. In some circumstances translations could've interpreted it that way, but that was not the intent.
*where*
do you hang out the most? Home, Matt's house, the Student Union building, the bathroom, Eatza Pizza (land of philosophical conversation)
is the farthest from home you've been (without your parents): Japan
is the farthest from home you've been (with your parents): Canada
is your computer? In my room.
do you do your homework? Depends what sort, either in my room or living room
do you see yourself in five years? GOOD QUESTION. Nishinomiya again?
do you see yourself in ten years? hopefully out of school, for at least while
*who*
is the most annoying? My brother. Dear crap.
is always there for you? Me.
is like a sister/brother? Joe and Buddy, neither who've I've seen in a long time.
knows you the best? Probably Bak.
who are your closest friends? Do I have to answer this?
*favorites*
color: Black. PH34R MY DARKNESS!
smell: I'm a big fan of molasses and espresso scents, though my body spray scent of choice is toasted almond.
word: Oy. It's multi-purpose, it can be strung together in multiples for effect, and it can be either Yiddish or Japanese depending on context. "Y'all" and "cock-guzzling shithat" are also close seconds.
food: Right now I'm having this big ol' obsession with Romano cheese. None of that granulated crap, the actual chunk of Romano cheese; quite tasty and I like it better than actual Parmesan.
cereal: Don't eat it, not fun with braces.
vegetable: Deep-fried broccoli and peas. Oh wait, and straw mushrooms.
candy: Those awesome awesome chocolate cubes called Ice Cubes that I used to get at the gas station in Alabama that had the artesian well behind it when I'd go to piano lessons. SO GOOD.
drink non alcholic: Melon soda!
alcoholic: Chu-hi, umeshu, Long Island Iced Tea, and vodka
restaurant: No place, really; I haven't been too enthused about Red Lobster as of late, grease seems to be seriously disagreeing with mine stomach. Besides, my biscuits are better
movie: 2001: A Space Odyssey.
tv show: The Weather Channel. No, I'm not kidding, when I'm charge of television viewing, it's pretty much exclusively the Weather Channel.
magazine: American Demographics, Mother Jones, EGM, Vicious
comic strip: Calvin and Hobbes, Non Sequitar, Foxtrot
thing to talk about: probably music
animal: all things feline and fish, particularly cephalopods
sport: I like to fence, just haven't done it in forever.
season: Summer and winter.
holiday: Martin Luther King Jr. Day, which sometimes allows my birthday to be a national holiday. Otherwise Hanukkah, because it beats the crap out of Christmas and has MUCH finer music.
inside joke: probably Billy, the Space Pope, and Trucker Gackt