His hands are clean and you're the best thing that he's ever seen, and I'm reading for school again
Consider this.
Consider this the hint of the century, consider this the slip that brought me to my knees.
Consider this my song for Jade Curtiss (R.E.M.'s Losing My Religion), and consider this the way I wish I could do something other than homework tonight. But I've put it off long enough. I ignored my reading all through Thanksgiving break, knowing I had to do it, and I ignored my podcast because I couldn't find my mic and still can't find it. (l-a-n-g-e-r, may I borrow yours? I don't have a Zellbox here to bother for hers. T_T)
I have to read The Book Thief tonight. I love the writing style. I don't love that it's yet another book about Nazi Germany. I have a problem with books about Nazi Germany; they proliferate, multiply, and breed. They infest. There are altogether so many of them that I feel overwhelmed, and I don't like feeling overwhelmed, drowned, or weighed down. I worry that this book will only serve to depress me, the way I was depressed reading Night in junior high, though I liked that book more than I ever liked Anne Frank's diary. I have a problem with books about anything that has been written about to death and back, and from the same perspective. I would like to read a book about Nazis from a Nazi's perspective, without it being sympathetic or overly subjective, but with objectivity.
One reason that I do like this book so far is that its narrator is objective; its narrator is Death, and if Death were coming for me, this is the voice I would like him/her/it to have. In a morbid way, it's almost sexy, because this Death notices and describes things the same way I do: florid colors, vivid patterns and splashes. But I don't like the subject, and I don't have to like it.
Certainly I do have to read the book, but I'm all right with that, 'cause I like reading and recently, all I've been doing is reading fantasy and sci-fi. No teacher would ever assign those kinds of books, so all this pleasure reading has been eating my brain. Frickin' Shadow Magic, with its Alcibiades and its Mamoru. I almost want to read the book again, just to savor Kouje and Mamoru together properly, but I have this other book to read first. Then I can get back into the Shadow Magic universe. I haven't gotten to talk to Zelly yet, and it's eating me alive that I haven't talked to her, not least because we haven't gotten to natter about the book. It's just that the last time she called me, it was the middle of the night, I had worked all day, and I was exhausted. I dragged myself to the phone, said hello, and I don't remember what we talked about for the less than three minutes we were on the phone, but I do remember that she said she'd call me the next day. I feel like an ass; she'd worked all day, too. But fuck my life if I wasn't tired as shit.
And still mourning Franz d'Epinay.
Any fellow Gankutsuou fans out there? I know hyujin used to be pretty into it, but are there others on my friends list who love the Count of Monte-Cristo? :DDD It's an anime I think Zelly would actually like. She normally detests them and finds their plots really inane, and for that, I can't blame her. Watching two hundred episodes of sword/fist/gunfights, arguments, and random plot twists or additions to the plot doesn't always appeal to me, either. Sometimes it does appeal to me. But Gankutsuou, with its unique, clever way of presenting drama and its angst, will always appeal to me. Wanting to do an application to an RP with Franz as my character is part of the reason that I don't especially want to read about Nazi Germany tonight.
Okay, so I never want to read about it, but that's not the point. Rolling on:
1. I think Zelly would like Gankutsuou, if she could get past the unusual art and coloring style. I know I immediately latched to it and thought it was beautiful, but I can imagine others watching the anime and finding it jarring. I doubt she'd be that latter kind of person, though. Zelly has a more artistic eye than I do.
2. I need to talk to Zelly.
3. I miss Zelly, and I wish she could come over here or I could go over there for Christmas, but money doesn't look good right now. I just had enough money to buy her presents, and I'm already plotting a tip-saving measure to ship them. I'm so excited to wrap them, even if I don't get to be there when she opens them.
4. I miss Zelly rolling over on her Brobee doll in the middle of the night. My room is really quiet when it's just me here, so
5. It makes me almost want to share my bed with someone other than my laptop, but you know how it is when no matter how nice a significant other would be, the rest of your life is more important than chasing skirts (or trousers).
And that's a wrap for now.
"Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us."
Consider this the hint of the century, consider this the slip that brought me to my knees.
Consider this my song for Jade Curtiss (R.E.M.'s Losing My Religion), and consider this the way I wish I could do something other than homework tonight. But I've put it off long enough. I ignored my reading all through Thanksgiving break, knowing I had to do it, and I ignored my podcast because I couldn't find my mic and still can't find it. (l-a-n-g-e-r, may I borrow yours? I don't have a Zellbox here to bother for hers. T_T)
I have to read The Book Thief tonight. I love the writing style. I don't love that it's yet another book about Nazi Germany. I have a problem with books about Nazi Germany; they proliferate, multiply, and breed. They infest. There are altogether so many of them that I feel overwhelmed, and I don't like feeling overwhelmed, drowned, or weighed down. I worry that this book will only serve to depress me, the way I was depressed reading Night in junior high, though I liked that book more than I ever liked Anne Frank's diary. I have a problem with books about anything that has been written about to death and back, and from the same perspective. I would like to read a book about Nazis from a Nazi's perspective, without it being sympathetic or overly subjective, but with objectivity.
One reason that I do like this book so far is that its narrator is objective; its narrator is Death, and if Death were coming for me, this is the voice I would like him/her/it to have. In a morbid way, it's almost sexy, because this Death notices and describes things the same way I do: florid colors, vivid patterns and splashes. But I don't like the subject, and I don't have to like it.
Certainly I do have to read the book, but I'm all right with that, 'cause I like reading and recently, all I've been doing is reading fantasy and sci-fi. No teacher would ever assign those kinds of books, so all this pleasure reading has been eating my brain. Frickin' Shadow Magic, with its Alcibiades and its Mamoru. I almost want to read the book again, just to savor Kouje and Mamoru together properly, but I have this other book to read first. Then I can get back into the Shadow Magic universe. I haven't gotten to talk to Zelly yet, and it's eating me alive that I haven't talked to her, not least because we haven't gotten to natter about the book. It's just that the last time she called me, it was the middle of the night, I had worked all day, and I was exhausted. I dragged myself to the phone, said hello, and I don't remember what we talked about for the less than three minutes we were on the phone, but I do remember that she said she'd call me the next day. I feel like an ass; she'd worked all day, too. But fuck my life if I wasn't tired as shit.
And still mourning Franz d'Epinay.
Any fellow Gankutsuou fans out there? I know hyujin used to be pretty into it, but are there others on my friends list who love the Count of Monte-Cristo? :DDD It's an anime I think Zelly would actually like. She normally detests them and finds their plots really inane, and for that, I can't blame her. Watching two hundred episodes of sword/fist/gunfights, arguments, and random plot twists or additions to the plot doesn't always appeal to me, either. Sometimes it does appeal to me. But Gankutsuou, with its unique, clever way of presenting drama and its angst, will always appeal to me. Wanting to do an application to an RP with Franz as my character is part of the reason that I don't especially want to read about Nazi Germany tonight.
Okay, so I never want to read about it, but that's not the point. Rolling on:
1. I think Zelly would like Gankutsuou, if she could get past the unusual art and coloring style. I know I immediately latched to it and thought it was beautiful, but I can imagine others watching the anime and finding it jarring. I doubt she'd be that latter kind of person, though. Zelly has a more artistic eye than I do.
2. I need to talk to Zelly.
3. I miss Zelly, and I wish she could come over here or I could go over there for Christmas, but money doesn't look good right now. I just had enough money to buy her presents, and I'm already plotting a tip-saving measure to ship them. I'm so excited to wrap them, even if I don't get to be there when she opens them.
4. I miss Zelly rolling over on her Brobee doll in the middle of the night. My room is really quiet when it's just me here, so
5. It makes me almost want to share my bed with someone other than my laptop, but you know how it is when no matter how nice a significant other would be, the rest of your life is more important than chasing skirts (or trousers).
And that's a wrap for now.
"Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us."