i think it's my hormones
Lately I've been feeling 80% depressed (I would have said 100%, but then I am reminded that no, my chest is never depressed (it actually needs to be repressed MOAR!) so I subtracted accordingly). I feel lethargic, I am in bed most of the time, and I just don't feel right doing anything even though I know work is going to pile up if I don't get my ass in gear.
Well you know what?
Fuck this inner sadness. Fuck it so hard it cries afterwards. My hormones can just go to hell.
And my face. MY FACE NEEDS LIPO.
[/period rant]
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Last week, I was on a rock rampage (mainly The Eagles, with a little bit of The Offspring and Hot Action Cop thrown in the mix) but because my mother requested some musicals, I have now gone Broadway/classical piano (compounding my inner sadness to the tenth power). My Recently Added playlist is now teeming with old time fan favorites Phantom of the Opera, Evita and Moulin Rouge and random Maksim and Rahkmaninov (God I feel so cultured just typing that name. I can't wait for someone to ask me 'So what are you listening to?' and I go like 'RAHKMANINOV' and see their blank stare and feel GREAT SUCCESS).
It's almost like that time when I started downloading Rammstein just to pump up my street cred even though I didn't understand anything they sang (except for Amerika, but I still didn't get it because I liked to make a fool of myself by copying the accent and then singing it in ways that might make every German, dead or alive, cringe).
Also, I am making Ella watch Code Geass, in the hopes that she will appreciate the trainwreck effect as much as I have. I am now counting the number of episodes it takes her to realize that Rolo is warped and maybe gay for Lulu, Lulu is a siscon, Suzaku is Anakin turning into Darth Vader, all the women are there for the boobage and that there is no plot worth salvaging once the mess is over.
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Today is Friday and I am going to watch Criminal Minds because it is addicting like that and I need to get out of bed. Reed! And his dorky lankiness! And their little psychological mindfucks!
And you know what would be a GREAT season ender for that show? Is if one of the criminals manages to fuck with all of their heads ala Death Note style and turns out to be an even greater behavior analyst than all of them combined, and nearly manages to kill the whole team off except when one of the team members goes TEMPORARILY INSANE and fucks up the psycho's plan AND THEN collapses in a nervous breakdown.
FUX. THAT WOULD BE AWESOME.
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On that romance novel I am reading (a.k.a. Regency Buck)
So yeah. I read it and managed to finish a third of it in an hour. It wasn't hard, despite my lack of knowledge as to what a phaeton is at the time and what exactly a cravat looks like, and it wasn't filled with as many disgusting situations as I thought (there was this once novel I read when I was 9, when the girl reporter nearly got raped by a man who was apparently her half brother, and was being seduced by the guy who was HER FATHER because of her young and virginal uterus and it was really one of those horrifying novels that I wonder how I ever managed to read). But the difficulty does not lie in the task, but in getting to start all over again. I just don't feel the need to pick the book up again because it's so OBVIOUS that Julian St John Audley has such a huge hard on for her even though she's such a tomboy and he's such a prick that it's become rather trite and boring.
I know they're going to get together. Big deal. Can someone please develop a split personality which will make this infinitely harder for them? I might read it just to see what Peregrine (the heroine's brother) gets into, but even that isn't driving me much.
And speaking of books, EWW BREAKING DAWN. The only thing nice about it is the design, and the only way I am ever going to buy that book is if someone stakes Edward through the boody heart and Bella does not become a vampire. My prejudice against the series knows no bounds.
Well you know what?
Fuck this inner sadness. Fuck it so hard it cries afterwards. My hormones can just go to hell.
And my face. MY FACE NEEDS LIPO.
[/period rant]
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Last week, I was on a rock rampage (mainly The Eagles, with a little bit of The Offspring and Hot Action Cop thrown in the mix) but because my mother requested some musicals, I have now gone Broadway/classical piano (compounding my inner sadness to the tenth power). My Recently Added playlist is now teeming with old time fan favorites Phantom of the Opera, Evita and Moulin Rouge and random Maksim and Rahkmaninov (God I feel so cultured just typing that name. I can't wait for someone to ask me 'So what are you listening to?' and I go like 'RAHKMANINOV' and see their blank stare and feel GREAT SUCCESS).
It's almost like that time when I started downloading Rammstein just to pump up my street cred even though I didn't understand anything they sang (except for Amerika, but I still didn't get it because I liked to make a fool of myself by copying the accent and then singing it in ways that might make every German, dead or alive, cringe).
Also, I am making Ella watch Code Geass, in the hopes that she will appreciate the trainwreck effect as much as I have. I am now counting the number of episodes it takes her to realize that Rolo is warped and maybe gay for Lulu, Lulu is a siscon, Suzaku is Anakin turning into Darth Vader, all the women are there for the boobage and that there is no plot worth salvaging once the mess is over.
----*
Today is Friday and I am going to watch Criminal Minds because it is addicting like that and I need to get out of bed. Reed! And his dorky lankiness! And their little psychological mindfucks!
And you know what would be a GREAT season ender for that show? Is if one of the criminals manages to fuck with all of their heads ala Death Note style and turns out to be an even greater behavior analyst than all of them combined, and nearly manages to kill the whole team off except when one of the team members goes TEMPORARILY INSANE and fucks up the psycho's plan AND THEN collapses in a nervous breakdown.
FUX. THAT WOULD BE AWESOME.
-----*
On that romance novel I am reading (a.k.a. Regency Buck)
So yeah. I read it and managed to finish a third of it in an hour. It wasn't hard, despite my lack of knowledge as to what a phaeton is at the time and what exactly a cravat looks like, and it wasn't filled with as many disgusting situations as I thought (there was this once novel I read when I was 9, when the girl reporter nearly got raped by a man who was apparently her half brother, and was being seduced by the guy who was HER FATHER because of her young and virginal uterus and it was really one of those horrifying novels that I wonder how I ever managed to read). But the difficulty does not lie in the task, but in getting to start all over again. I just don't feel the need to pick the book up again because it's so OBVIOUS that Julian St John Audley has such a huge hard on for her even though she's such a tomboy and he's such a prick that it's become rather trite and boring.
I know they're going to get together. Big deal. Can someone please develop a split personality which will make this infinitely harder for them? I might read it just to see what Peregrine (the heroine's brother) gets into, but even that isn't driving me much.
And speaking of books, EWW BREAKING DAWN. The only thing nice about it is the design, and the only way I am ever going to buy that book is if someone stakes Edward through the boody heart and Bella does not become a vampire. My prejudice against the series knows no bounds.