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it is the end of august. school started for some people today, but i'm still free until tomorrow morning. at 7 AM. i'm ... excited? a whole day of "learning" to look forward to, eh?
the fires in southern CA are quite close to the place i inhabit. check out this smoke from right about now:
looks like mini atomic bomb went off. mountains are supposed to be there. everything is obscured by the smoke and you can see the the bright fires burning in the distance ant night.
and i guess i'll be thinking about how this was a real deadbeat summer.
i had no idea this existed. i haven't been this excited about anything related to this since '06.
oh goooodd. did you see the part when the guys are walking back to their car in the desert kinda place and it has that fast-forwarded effect that turns slow-mo? ahhhh~!!
that wasn't how i found out, though. this was the initial discovery:
it was full on bloody nose and uncontrollable slobbering..it's rather shameful.
that's all of what i wanted to share. this will be a little obsession i will harbor. i don't even remember how i stumbled upon it in the first place...searching for stuff from final fantasy viii? i think so.
ohh. i am relapsing so bad.
or do these kinda sound the same?
crying lightning VS. ookami otoko no Uta
well? well? there are similar elements in the songs, i think.
i'm also positive starfucker and neon indian are in cohoots together, like, collaborating or..have teamed up.
wait. you want to know what happened since i mentioned "ehhh" in the saigo no posto (last post)?
mmm, it was decent. it was the best towards the end, for me, and not just because i was going to be home sooner. i connected and met some people..it was nice.
otherwise, still pondering about the future, regrettably, and other very stupid thoughts.
that usually include boys. that are cute. and around my age. ?
not particularly looking forward to the next 7-8 days. it's difficult to pinpoint the exact issue that's making it seem unbearable. enhhh. i'll be trudging through the mud to emerge on the other side dirty and ultimately still inexperienced. digression: i am proud of my new found superhero ability to force conversation--it was discovered when i wasn't in america and has been rapidly diminishing since my return, but this upcoming thing should help bring it back, sadly.
and i fucking hate my haircut. it's a shitty job of a trim, i tell you what.
also, add neon indian to the things i can't get enough of. it's fucking amazing up there along with crocodiles and drugs.
three years since i started this thing! amazing! this was originally contrived to harbor my sadness as a result of leaving all my nice overseas study friends. hmm. i suppose it's been generally true to its purpose..with explosive and bland side-effects. also, i have been studying some japanese again and it's surprising when i realize that i can understand more than i'd like to remember. it's odd. other things! i have discovered this nice little music delight known as yojiro toyama. it's very delightful and refreshing and i adore his voice. i..don't know. i guess i was tired of the nonchalant charm that has been oozing from the likes of those suave-y european boys (oh alex turner..what a disappointment you are) or the casual brashness of those american kids. try it..
yojiro toyama: attacked
oh. so now you're asking, "what else can't this person get enough of?"
well, i'm obliged to tell you that it's probably jarvis cocker (hold still), sparta locals (stay dreamer), and ummmm...sitting outside to read in the sun.
enjoyable. and time consuming in a passive manner. that's the way i likes it.
it's the last day of july! oh shitts. and next week i have to go off to some wedding that i'm not to keen on now (no, no, it isn't mine. there prolly ain't nobody who's gonna spend the rest of their life with me). this post really serves no poignant purpose and i'm not even going to bring up stuff from the past. i guess. however, i'm sadly realizing that summer is slowly decaying away...i've wasted it for the most part and i'm spending my days in anguish. i think they get worse every year...except maybe 2006. that was some genuine fun, if i recall. nothing like that nowadays, it's just the monotony of this country of where i am of who i don't know.
i really want to make this long. more unnecessary and eclectic typing: i have been watching the first season of the venture bros. and listening to the commentary. it's very erratic and tangential, usually, regarding whatever is happening in the episode at the time. it's not something i'm used to, having also been watching dvds of old simpsons episodes and listening to that commentary. they explain stuff and then again, i haven't heard what doc hammer and jackson publick have said about episodes in the other seasons. yet. bored out of mind otherwise and this isn't a particularly great outlet.
not nearly long enough! oh god.
lack of it. of all of it.
i'd like to have a good massage.
there are some things i am just not suited for. right now i feel like a just minted pubescent of the female sort who just had a baby, but wishes she hadn't. you know what i mean. i'm not too ashamed to say i don't want the thing, in this scenario it will be more easily to get rid of without so much sentiment or trauma. i'd like to have things they way they was without the unnecessary stress.
yes, i am a minimalist when it comes down to love and affection. i can't be there all the time to make cuddles and soothe with my sweet voice. i can't do it..or i do it in a way that seems mean to the untrained eye. this is indeed an announcement of forthright regret and a cause of unhappiness. shit. i probably shouldn't have any children.
besides, i think you make me (physically) sick.
yeah. like you can totally understand this.
it's a little sad, though.
