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14 April 2012 @ 01:23 am

ugh.  it was about 1:00 am and i couldn't sleep because i felt unsettled in some way.  i figured it was from walking around 7 miles and not eating very much but, for the first time in my life, i was compelled to reach downstairs for a midnight snack.

at first i contemplated heating up a glass of milk, but i figured that would be too fattening.  unfortunately i ended up eating yogurt, cranberries, lingonberry jam, a thick slice of ham, a small round of sourdough and a scattering of hazelnuts.

now i feel bad and i'm on the treadmill, walking and listening to radiolab.  guh.  it's a vicious cycle.....  i just hope my parents don't catch me this late at night.

should i skip breakfast?  i think i will, figuring that i practically ate it just now and i'm probably going to wake up late today OTL

16 November 2011 @ 10:23 pm
Yeah, I'm an immature youngster.  But that doesn't mean I don't have rights to angst about the big business that is school.  In fact, I'm sick of it, yet it's one of those things in life that is a stark stipulation you can't deny.  Whether it be in Communist Cuba, where they have huge restrictions on freedom, or in a wealthy nation like Japan where being non-Japanese can be unfair--it's everywhere, for everyone, for everything.  My being is included in that world.

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That is how I shall justify my studies.
16 August 2011 @ 08:42 pm
Yeah, yeah, I hardly update anymore but HEY! I feel it's obligatory to write something about the first day of school, I mean, it's the exuberant burst back into society (lol I've been such a hermit) and school and homework and other explosive shiz e_e 

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15 August 2011 @ 10:16 am
There is nothing truly as powerful as the mind.  Yes, that is stated often but I think there is much more to be said...

If you live mindlessly in a very busy life, then you are not living at all, since you are pretty much not taking in any sensations through your 5 senses.  Yet at the same time, if you sit and do nothing and simply imagine everything, you might as well be living life to its fullest, since it's only what your mind picks up that counts as "I went through that experience".

You can live an experience, but you have to be conscious and pick up that experience. 

So why buy $10,000 watches if you can just imagine you have a $10,000 watch sitting on your wrist right now?  It's the same result.  And yet, that persistent "but it's not truly" remains in the back of your head... see, that is merely your mind clinging onto reality.  And if you unravel the society-induced rock-solid reality, you can do anything and be anything..

But what is $10,000 anyway?  Technically it is a bunch of paper, or in the credit sense, numbers given value by a human-constructed government...

And when you think of it that way, suddenly everything material amounts to shit.  This power that money seems to amass is imaginary.  If you delude yourself to think of the same, why bother working hard?

That is why I like the arts.

Purely it is the mind communicating emotion by the senses, and there is no such thing as value. 
Nothing is shit.
You can imagine it all you want and people don't find you crazy.
You can imagine it all you want and something new and interesting will turn out, all the time, and sometimes mutates in a way that expands your brilliancy..
05 August 2011 @ 06:27 pm

I'm going to New York tomorrow morning, and I won't like it.

Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike New York.  In fact, I would enjoy it for having a great deal of awesome restaurants and bakeries and shopping spree-potential.

However, that's only if I'm going to live there.  No, this trip is all about tourism and going to walk by New York landmarks that I could care less about, and finally seeing that image of the Statue of Liberty regurgitate in real-time in humid 85 degree heat (I do not enjoy hot weather at all), while turning a few shades darker under the glowering sun.  Hooray.

I'm also going to be eating disgusting, oily food I don't want to eat, shopping in places I can't spend money at--not to mention I wouldn't be interested in spending money at because the nearby Valley Fair Mall is more than adequate, and being stuck with people I dislike (aka my parents) all 24 hours for seven days, as if a three-month summer were not enough, and sure enough there will be bitching about my weight.

Then when I get back I'm freaking over my schedules, the upcoming school year, and trying to make up for all the lost practice for my horn.


I guess the bright side is that I'm going to visit the New York Philharmonic gift shop and.... yeah, maybe there's more things in there than the online shop.  Totally makes up, right?  /sarcasm
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Current Music: Mahler Symphony VI
23 July 2011 @ 08:47 pm

Huh, it looks like my style but no, I didn't draw that.  (Admittedly, I edited it. NEEDS MORE MASCULINITY!)  

BUT, AHEM.  I just realized there's nothing sexier than a man (fully clothed, by the way) in a black suit after watching this video.

GIMME THAT GATSBY (So I have a giant tub of it in my bathroom already XD).

Hetalia, you're awesome, but lately you've been a huge cesspool of emasculation and overhyped girly fandom.  Go back to parodying WWII! 

Seriously though, if Austria were manifested into an actual human being, I'd gladly give up my celibacy.  |D
Current Music: Kimura Takuya - I CAN GIVE YOU GATSBY.
30 June 2011 @ 10:09 pm
Dude, she should totally change the spelling of her last name to Woss.  Because it's GERMAN /Germanophile

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29 June 2011 @ 11:57 am
Hey, I need an field day for my ego.  Just a post that I write for myself.  :')

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26 June 2011 @ 08:53 pm
Now I'm a total chocolate snob.  Even 75% won't cut it for me (which is pretty dark for most people).nooooCollapse )
25 June 2011 @ 08:16 pm
In SITC, big bellies are common.  Why?  I don't know. 

Mr. Marris's belly is, at first, quite questionable.  There is a gentle slope of a gray, soft shadow midway of his torso, but oftentimes it depends on the shirt he chooses to wear.  But, definitely, it is noticeable, especially so when he moves his arms about.  Then, as the large, volume-dominating dome of fresh becomes apparent, horror dawns on you, as his awkward lump of a silhouette hangs off his otherwise flat chest.

Mr. McChicken's belly, though, is certainly undeniable when wearing loose-fitting t-shirts.  You can see the perky bounce of it when he turns around to reach something, though pales in comparison to the sheer size of Mr. Marris's.  Fortunately there is hardly a passing glimpse of moob shadows, but when the light is just unfavorable, Mr. McChicken could be about ready to break his water.

Most graceful of all these big bellies, however, is Dr. Marris.  An older gentleman, his belly is refined and curves with his chest in a classic, nostalgically grandpa manner.  It slumps over his belt, but does not look excessively heavy.  It juts out, but does not protrude.  It exists, but balances pleasantly with the rest of his stout body.  Yes, Dr. Marris, he is a wonderful example of how to have a distinguished big belly without appearing preggers.