Scribbles of a Madwoman

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Because I watch way too much television.

( TV )

( MOVIES )

( BOOKS )

( PLAYS )

Dr. Horrible.

Possibly the greatest thing to ever arise from the miracle of the internet.

But honestly, Joss, I know it's your signature style but JUST THIS ONCE could you have avoided (mentally) torturing a (actually) killing the main characters, one of whom I happened to instantly fall in love with?

Having gotten a mood theme for the first time ever, I feel it necessary to post.

Thanks, cowboyhd.

(Suddenly I want to be every mood all in a row- holy fuck that is some nice animating.)

Well, I am without wisdom. (Harhar, not like that's new.) And quite frankly, it sucks.
I made a gigantic list of things I can't do, and believe me when I say gigantic. Quite unfair. I couldn't even watch tv until the day after, it's sad. And my pain tolerance is that low.
So now I am just faced with the fact I have to go to work tomorrow: while the pain is almost entirely gone (it turned into pressure, that's just weird), my face still looks like a big puffy square chipmunk thing. I swear it's only gotten bigger in the last 12 hours. Thanks the gods I only work with ONE person at a time.
Is it on purpose that the nurses/techs try to keep you v. preoccupied before surgery? I swear, they were asking so many questions so fast that the anesthetic came as a relief. Or perhaps they were just genuinely in a rush.

Also, summer boredom has set in, the kind that makes me not want to do anything aka the hellish kind of boredom. I will be GLAD to start work, and I hate that I'm looking forward to it.
I'd much rather go camping.
Well, that came out of nowhere. Must see into that.

The hardest part about hugging someone to whom you are attracted but not already makin' out with is knowing how long is safe. End the hug too soon and it's weird; the other person thinks "man why did he/she only hug me a little bit?" Hugging someone for too long, on the other hand, is a clear signal that HELLO YOU GIVE ME BONERS/SQUISHY LADYPARTS HAGBLGABGLH. We walk a tight-rope, my friends, a tight-rope over the chasm of AWKWARDNESS.

Just something I really loved: it's a part of the writer's blog over at Questionable Content.



Time for more advil.


Update: Bruising is the devil. My face is turning yellow 'round the edges.

Because dammit, there are good things happening lately.

1) Job interview monday (assuming that I finally manage to get ahold of the person who called me: he is proving an illusive phone persona.)

2) WHDGWAJNXAXMANJSDA. I am an official music reviewer for the website 30music.com, an indie website that's been around since 2002 and originally based in the states.
The best part about this weekly-commitment-of-250-words?
FREE ALBUMS, sent to yours truly via mail.

So you see, sometimes life decides I need a break.

Personal reference update, because I am on the verge of going insane.

All that's left is to find a reliable, well-paying summer job, see if that will involve quitting my current job, kick my coffee habit, write two world lit papers and a historical investigation, do the entire conics unit in math, begin studying for a math diploma and other finals, learn how to double-tongue on my Euphy, listen to 1309 countless 2298 songs, makeup three lessons for riding, practise my flying sidekicks and new pattern, write a novel, achieve world peace...
Also write world lit paper two (rough and second and final draft), and an english oral. For friday. And a Japanese essay. And re-write a Japanese unit exam. And write, translate, perform, film and edit a Japanese year-end skit. And fit in TWO jazz performances before friday. And finish a bio lab on populations. And complete my english portfolio. And write a population genetics exam the same day as my english final. And then clean both my euphoniums. And both trombones.
I almost forgot, band playing test on thursday. And theory exam after that.
And then exams. (English, History, Biology, Math diploma, Japanese)
And the painter's in. (10 points if anyone knows what that means.)
Oh, cruel gods.

And go to the bank and take out all my money.

Also I am sicker than a sick dog, allergied, and seriously sleep-deprived to boot. And I can't even stay home/go home halfway through the day because I will miss too much.

And I am doing THIS instead of ANY OF THAT.

I really really hate school.



I get a very sick satisfaction out of crossing things off on here.








AND
SCHOOL
IS
DONE.

Yes. School.
Sucks.
Anyways.

A Boy Like Me patrick wolf
Brother Down sam roberts
Expo '86 death cab for cutie
Falling Out relient k
Forward Motion relient k
The Future Freaks Me Out motion city soundtrack
Given Up linkin park
Going Under evanescence
Hide And Seek imogen heap
I Don't Like Mondays boomtown rats
Imaginary evanescence
Into The Ocean blue october
Lost My Way finger eleven
The Lost Song the cat empire
Maddening Shroud frou frou
Nothing Special illscarlett
Old Shit/New Shit eels
Panic Attack finger eleven
Papercut linkin park
Pieces sum 41
Prisoners of Today billy talent
Shape Of Things To Come audioslave
Souvenirs architecture in helsinki
Useless imogen heap
Wait For Sleep dream theater


Take 2.
145 the cat empire
Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) green day
(Let's Go) Get Lost patrick wolf
Lycanthropy patrick wolf
Orinoco Flow enya
Overcome carina round
Paris carina round
Pressing On relient k
Relax, Take It Easy mika
Remember the Name fort minor
Rooftops lostprophets
Shut Up And Smile bowling for soup
Tubthumping chumbawamba
When I'm Up (I Can't Get Down) great big sea

(I forgot the English 'minor' project number 2, silly me.)

Made みそ soup for dinner tonight. The chickies left it for me: it is bean paste suspended in hot water with copious amounts of green onion and seaweed.
V. good except for the seaweed.

As I am still procrastinating until I study genetics (it still counts as procrastinating if you know it is, right?) I just thought I'd put that up there.

Also, damn menses to hell, along with 'recommended daily intake' for advil.

1227 songs.

So.
The long, mad rush to the end of school has begun-- and about five seconds after I returned from band camp.
The result was a night of frantic math studying, giving up on said studying, watching ridiculous amounts of tv and coming to a calm acceptance of fate only to have my midterm be impossibly easier then I thought it would be.
And now I get to do it all over again with genetics, which I (thank all that is holy) got moved two days later.
I may still need to push it back, but we will see.

All that's left is to find a reliable, well-paying summer job, see if that will involve quitting my current job, kick my coffee habit, write two world lit papers and a historical investigation, do the entire conics unit in math, begin studying for a math diploma and other finals, learn how to double-tongue on my Euphy, listen to 1309 songs, makeup three lessons for riding, practise my flying sidekicks and new pattern, write a novel, achieve world peace...
And also find time to be with a certain someone. There is not enough time lately for this.
I've got it. I will steal Hiro's power, and stop time.
Take that, clocks.

(The sad bit is, I'm sure I left a few things off that list. And the really sad bit is that I'm doing this instead of any of the above.)

IB students have gone insane before.
MUST. DE-STRESS.

"I want to stay as close on the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center... Big, undreamed-of things -- the people on the edge see them first.''
Author Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (November 11, 1922 – April 11, 2007)

Wislawa Szymborska is my hero.
That is all.

Today I welcomed two complete strangers into my home, and offered them perfectly good food that I could have eaten, and more of the same for the next two weeks.
Am I insane?
Have I finally gone over the edge?
The answer, of course, is yes.
On the other hand, despite a language barrier we are already fast on the road to friendship. (What a lovely cliched line.) The fact that they brought mountains of pressies helped.
Honestly, bloody goddamn mountains.

So I'm not entirely sure I will survive not having any private/private+shared time in the next few weeks. But I will try.
Social contact could be good for me.

I would just like to point out to a certain someone that being friended does not make it mutual friending. Ha.

This post is more just to organise my thoughts lately, and for future reference. Things I don't want to forget.

This song reminds me of Remus and the movie An American Werewolf in London at the same time.

And lately, these songs just seem to apply more than ever.

Restless, lately. More even than I was before.
Restless, but happy. Restless for different reasons, and some of the same ones.
(Deleted the sentences that were here because that was getting far too personal and vague and cryptic, all at the same time.)
BLEH.
(And if you are reading this, yes, you...
me being restless only applies to you in good ways.)
(Mind out of the gutter.)

Inspired by the lovely Order. A list of all my music. Will be uploaded, slowly but surely...
Containing right now what I have on disc, and thus includes none of my itunes music. Will get around to that.
So.
Feel free to join in the revolution and take music from me, or give some to me, or just put it out there... Tell me what you like and what you think.

xxx

Alpha Galates a stimulus for reason
Amy Winehouse back to black
Ani DiFranco canon
Arrogant Worms live bait
Ayumi Hamasaki best2-white-

Billy Talent II
blink-182 self-titled
bloc party a weekend in the city, silent alarm, intimacy

Carole King tapestry
The Cat Empire two shoes north american special edition; tapes, breaks and out-takes; cities, so many nights
Coldplay x&y
Colour In Conflict under the affluence
Corinne Bailey Rae self-titled

Darryl Matthews ep
Death Cab for Cutie transatlanticism

Eminem the eminem show, encore
Evanescence fallen, the open door

Fakultet [myt]...
Fall Out Boy from under the cork tree
Feist the reminder
Fleetwood Mac the very best of

Gogol Bordello gypsy punks: underdog world strike
Good Charlotte self-titled, the young and the hopeless, chronicles of life and death(death version), good morning revival

Hedley self-titled
Hot Panda whale headed girl ep

Imogen Heap speak for yourself

Jeremy Fisher goodbye blue monday

LCD Soundsystem sound of silver
Linkin Park meteora, minutes to midnight

Meat Loaf bat out of hell
Mother Mother touch up
My Chemical Romance the black parade

The National boxer
Nightwish highest hopes, dark passion play

Panic! at the Disco a fever you can't sweat out
Patrick Wolf lycanthropy, wind in the wires, the magic position
Peter Bjorn and John writer's block
Pink m!ssundaztood, i'm not dead
Primus brown album
Puddle of Mudd come clean

Regina Spektor begin to hope
Richard Abel elegencia

Simon and Garfunkel greatest hits
Simple Plan no pads, no helmets, just balls; still not getting any
Snow Patrol eyes open
Social Code a year at the movies
Stars in our bedroom after the war, set yourself on fire
Sum 41 all killer no filler, does this look infected, chuck, underclass hero

Three Days Grace one x
Tori Amos under the pink, strange little girls, from the choirgirl hotel, little earthquakes
Treble Charger detox

x

Soundtracks
Ray
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
The Chronicles of Narnia
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Spiderman
Shrek
Holes
Corpse Bride
Pirates of the Caribbean
Wicked
Rent
Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street
The Rocky Horror Picture Show

x

Jazz
The Essential Artie Shaw
The Definitive Chet Baker
Chris Botti a thousand kisses deep
Louis Armstrong's All-Time Greatest Hits
Birth of Cool: Miles Davis
The Essential Sonny Rollins
The Kings of Swing(4cd swing set)
Verve Jazz Essentials sampler

x

Things That Don't Fit Anywhere (mixes)
Instant Karma: The Amnesty International Campaign to Save Darfur
Sam's Hopeless Romantics Collection
Stockings By The Fire

So I haven't been writing that much lately.
Just little poem things.
See, I used to hate free verse but
skipping lines became easier then punctuation.

Result: a lot of little observations on life phrased like meaningful, deep-reaching, soul-searching poetry.
And then some actual poetry. Based on my life but dramatized, but still enough of me that I can't show them to anyone. I will say this though: I payed an entry fee for one into a contest, I thought it was that good.
Hopefully I'm not wrong, because the top prize is really bloody good.

And I want feedback on my poems. But if anyone I knew found them...
Maybe when I die I'll leave them in a prominent place.

I want to write and I can't even focus on one thing long enough. I can't even write, pen to paper, because it's too slow and my arm really hurts for some reason. So instead I sit at my computer and type out my thoughts and hope my neurotic mum doesn't see me writing real words where some internet pervert could read them.
If I run into any pedophiles that read poetry, I'll be cautious, I swear.

Best English Project Ever. In fact, Best Project Ever.

Assignment: Find something you like, and do a project about it.

The Sandman, v. 1



In research, I found out where I got an expression of. I have been known to say "Damn you to the ninth circle of Hell!" or something along those lines.

Dante!

Diagram.

because Order is horrible and lost my carefully compiled list (and by carefully compiled I mean not).

Great Artists:

Glenn Miller (of SBP fame)

Benny Goodman

Louis Armstrong

Count Basie (not actually a Count, methinks)

Stan Getz

Ella Fitzgerald (you will like her, I think.)

Duke Ellington (not actually a Duke)

Fred Astaire

Nat "King" Cole (More bluesy)

Frank Sinatra (not actually classified as jazz, but still bloody good)

Ray Charles (Not technically jazz, again, but... wow.)

Not As Famous But Still Really Good:

Miles Davis

Woody Herman

Charles Mingus

Dizzy Gilespie

Okay, that takes care of all the major musicians.

Amazing Songs:

In the Mood by Glenn Miller (THIS is the SBP song.)

Almost anything by Louis Armstrong but specifically Blueberry Hill, When You're Smiling and Hello Dolly.

Sing Sing Sing (With a Swing) by Benny Goodman

Moanin' by Charles Mingus

The Pink Panther Theme (Yes, it's jazz)

The Girl from Ipanema by Stan Getz and Joao Gilberto

Mack the Knife by Ella Fitzgerald

It Don't Mean a Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing) by Dizzy Gilespie and Stan Getz

Summertime by Miles Davis

Anything slow by Ray Charles

At the Woodchopper's Ball by Woody Herman

Take the 'A' Train by Duke Ellington

Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy by The Andrews Sisters

Pennsylvania 6-5000 by Glenn Miller

Stompin' at the Savoy by Woody Herman

There's so many more. I might add more later. The best thing is just listen to it! I can lend CDs, if need be.

ENJOY. That's an order.

I am officially a soon-to-be published writer, take that you sarcastic pitying relatives you.


Hi Sam,

I'm pleased to tell you that we have decided to publish your poem, "This
Mind," in the Winter 2006 issue of Wet Ink Magazine. You've really captured
(and I know!) the struggle all writers experience--that the words only pale
in comparison to what we hold in our heads. You have an interesting approach
to line breaks as well, which I think work well with your images.

The new issue should be up the first week of December.

Thanks again for submitting to Wet Ink and we look forward to seeing more of
your work.

Jen Sookfong Lee
Editor
Wet Ink Magazine


AHHHHHH.

AH.

Ah.

Rather sick today.
Probably brought on by band camp and staying up till 2am three nights in a row to read.
Have been since band camp, but I didn't have to stay home until now.
And now I'm screwed because there's a very big Biology lab due tomorrow.

Just thought I'd tell the world about that.

And that Ukrainian rock is awesome.




Golden Fool by Robin Hobb
Her best yet, in my humble opinion.
Fool is love.

Title: This Animal
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1278
Summary: Full moon and Remus is alone again. What happens to a mind when the body turns against it?
Basically, angsty Remus.
Notes: This has been in my head/notebook for the better part of a year, and finally fought its way onto my screen. Thanks to expositionary for reading and being my grammar nazi.
References are to the song 'Animal I Have Become' by Three Days Grace.

( In one of his more poetic (and bitter) moments Sirius had likened it to a bull being driven insane by a bullfighter and then trapped in a field of red sheets on clotheslines. )