058: Norwegian Wood

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☆彡 I don’t have a singular thing that I chase nonstop. I prefer to be a Renaissance woman, learning one thing after another whilst improving the abilities I already have. This is also known as jack of all trades yet master of none. Don’t get me wrong. There are some things I would love to master, particularly drawing and the piano, but I see myself feeling regret over not doing something as opposed to not perfecting something.

★彡 I am finally getting into Being Human (UK). I didn’t think it would be campy or upbeat, but I didn’t see it getting so…dark. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that the characters are sublime. The moment I met Annie, George, and Mitchell, I instantly found myself attached to them. I should really stop doing that: getting attached to fictional characters who have a 100% chance of dying.

☆彡 I’m reading Kafka on the Shore again. I absolutely love everything Haruki Murakami writes. If I could be half the author that he is, I’d write all of the time. But I’m not. 😦

★彡 I could eat fettuccine alfredo topped with parmesan forever. But I shouldn’t. But I want to. ; ____ ;

☆彡 Final Fantasy XIII-2 has reminded me of my fascination with theories about time and different dimensions. It is probably why I attached to works like Ocarina of Time, Chrono Trigger, Chrono Cross, Donnie Darko, and Doctor Who so quickly. *_*

★彡 Most people I come across loathe rain, snow, and pretty much any weather condition that isn’t sunny. I don’t get it. I like sunny days too, but each weather condition has something cool about it. Even foggy days have this…mysterious aspect to it. I like it. It’s the closest I can come to an adventure while drinking tea under a blanket.

☆彡 It’s comical that we live in an age where not giving away every detail of your life equals you hiding some type of dark secret. This is the curse of living in a time of social networks. People have forgotten how to filter themselves. People used to be like Christmas morning. You used to have to wait and unwrap layers of them before you saw the surprise underneath. Now, people just toss everything they are into a digital box and dump it on your feed. It’s…unsettling. It’s exactly why I stopped using my real name on social networks. I really didn’t want to know that the girl I used to talk to about Yu Yu Hakusho in art class had to take a shit, or that she bought new panties that she just had to pose for her friends list…family members included *shudders*. That is too personal for comfort. The only person I know IRL that I am comfortable seeing naked (or might-as-well-be naked) is Mark, and even then I am not comfortable with knowing anything related to his wastes. Excuse me for being uptight and not wanting to see everyone’s genitals and excrement. Really, I’d rather not be around others, but when I do find someone interesting I want to know him/her in an “old-school” fashion. We talk. We hang out. We get close enough to go beyond chit-chat. We become very good friends. THEN we maybe talk about things like bodily functions and undergarments. Otherwise, hide, delete, or (if they become whiny after being hidden or deleted) block.

★彡 SNESbox.com is amazing. I’ve not only played games from my childhood, but I’ve also played games that I wanted to play in my childhood but couldn’t because they were never released in the US. Oh, yeah. And games that weren’t released in the US, but I played them once I learned about emulators in my adolescence but then that computer crashed with all of my saved files…and the RPG maker game I worked on for years…and all of my stories….*teardrop* Nostalgia is a strange thing though. It starts off with a tinge of sadness but flourishes into so many other pleasant recollections. I am happy to have things like these. They are fail-proof methods of having a good day…or turning a bad day better.

☆彡 Speaking of awesome websites, StumbleUpon is awesome. It’s like going to school for free minus all the bullshit you already know or don’t want to know. Learning is fun. 🙂

★彡 I don’t own a single Beatles, Daft Punk, NieR, Maxwell, Wu-Tang or Radiohead album. Plenty of MP3s, but no albums. I really have to fix this. The thing is that I own exactly zero CD players. I could just use a game console…but it’s not the same. Oh, well. I’ll probably invest in a stereo one day, and start building a CD collection again. It’s all very old school in the age of iPods, I am sure, but…it’s nice to just pop in a CD and let it all play.

☆彡 No, I’m not offended by that Volkswagen commercial. Non-Jamaicans speak patois all the time, and say random things that they think Jamaicans say all the time. It’s not something most Jamaicans are infuriated over. It’s just typical “Yankee” antics, and most will laugh at it or consider it flattery. That’s about it. In my opinion, we were portrayed in a good light. Most shows and sketches portray Jamaicans as really relaxed and easygoing individuals. What are we going to say? “Stop making us look happy!” I promise that all that anger is coming from politically correct Americans. As usual.

★彡 Mark and I approaching ten years together, and we have no idea what to do. We’ve been throwing around the idea of a proper wedding ceremony, but the moment we take out a pen and paper to start planning we feel…bleh. We don’t even plan parties, better yet attend any. How are we supposed to plan a wedding? Honestly, I’m leaning more towards a proper honeymoon — one overseas, if possible at all. Yeah, that would be sweet. Seeing how things look now, though, we’ll have to push that to our wedding anniversary rather than our first-day-of-being-in-an-official-relationship anniversary. For that one, I think we’ll just stay home and do fun things. Butt things. I’m joking about the butt things. We don’t do butt things.

☆彡 A moment of silence for the people who have known me since time immemorial, yet they still try to change the aspects of me that have not changed since they first met me. May whatever god(s) you pray to bless you with brain cells.

★彡 If you ask a dumb question, I have to give a sarcastic answer. It’s automatic. I can’t stop it. And by dumb question I don’t mean: “I don’t know how to do this. Can you help?” No question like that is ever dumb. If you don’t understand something and I do, please ask me. I’ll be happy to help. But questions like “Would it hurt you to smile more?” or “Are you too good to sit with us?” will always get a response along the lines of: “Yes, if I smile my face will split in half and I’ll die,” or “Well, I’ll have to check my meter. Chances are my goodness will be off the charts, and I won’t be able to sit with you now or ever.” Things like that.

☆彡 I found out today that it is okay to lie in Buddhism. As long as the lie is to keep peace or prevent someone from facing harm, it is considered an honorable lie.  For example, people who lied during World War II to keep Jewish families safe. Those are definitely good and honorable lies. So…I can understand that. Obviously, though, doing terrible things to a person and lying is never okay. Even if people will say things like “I lied about deceiving you to spare you pain” or “I stole because I needed it badly”. Not okay.

I’m off!

I’m working on a project that is probably too ambitious for someone as inconsistent as I am, but it’s fun. It revolves around anachronism. Just thinking about it makes me extremely excited. I haven’t started a project this large since…high school, maybe? It’s just been Mythos and me for a very long time. And random short stories for writing contests. But that’s about it.

I hope to post some things related to that project soon.

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