And chlorine, carbon, cobalt, copper, tungsten, tin, and sodium!
I wrote an essay today called "The Cruel Angel's Thesis Meets Hello, Dolly: Comparing Evangelion and Wall-E" for the survey of anime seminar I took with Julia. ♥ It was a pretty bangin' paper, if I do say so myself. I was actually frustrated that I could only do four pages; I had to edit, like, two and a half pages out of it after I began my section on religious symbolism. Still, I really shouldn't have tried to write so much for a one-credit class. ^^6
I'm exhausted these days and I don't know why. I'm kinda running myself ragged with school, work, cosplay, and family, when the only thing I really care about is working on cosplay and being with Ellipsis. I more or less dragged most of the group on an excursion to the Hyde Park Street Fair and already I caught myself planning a group bonding activity at the corn maze or the Haunted World next month. If I could glue myself to Ellipsis members, I probably would; I'm that much of a stalker. And that clingy right now. Yes, I definitely need my alone time, as always, but I love spending time with my cosplay group. "I wanted just to be with you / So we could make the dream come true / And you smiled at me, and that was the beginning," in the words of the Xenosaga song Kokoro (The Words I Feel). ♥^_^♥ We are the proud fon Ronsenburgs of Dalmasca, after all!
But yeah, exhaustion...it's starting to take its toll on me. I'm hardly ever hungry anymore, and I'm always feeling moody even when I have no excuse to be. I'm either manic as hell or ripping throats out. At least I'm not weepy and emotional - more so than normal, I mean. All that, and I feel like I never get enough sleep. I can sleep over nine thousand hours a night and wake up before my alarm, but I won't feel refreshed. It's getting fucking frustrating.
Other than that, I made a playlist of 40s and similar period music for work. I don't get bored of my usual work playlist, per se, but I feel like I should switch things around now and again. Plus, I'm curious to see if we'll get another complaint about the 40s music. It's happened before. People complain about the dumbest-ass stuff. I fail to see how Frank Sinatra or songs like Mairzy Doats are offensive, but whatever's your twisted pleasure, I suppose.
It just is fun to listen to old standards for a while before I put the Chili Peppers back on and get a complaint about that. Although why anyone would ever complain about RHCP or Hendrix is beyond me. I mean, not that I'm a rabid fan or anything, but it's Hendrix, people; it's classic and he was a brilliant guitarist, whatever else you may have to say about him. Same goes for the Red Hot Chili Peppers, but then I don't suppose as many people will support me in calling them "classic." But it's fascinating and appalling to me what people will say is offensive. And I'm not counting the people who ask me to turn it down, because I could be playing really tame atmospheric shit and they'd still ask me to turn it down. It's like, I'm sorry, but you're in a coffee shop. You have to remember that most coffee shops are run by dirty fucking liberals like me, and we like hippie music and loud guitars.
As well as, apparently, the Great American Songbook, but I think late 30s to early 50s music has a kind of cute nostalgia, even quaintness - dare I use that word? - about it. I also think it makes for nice relaxation on a weekday afternoon, so why not?
I've refused to turn off Hendrix before by virtue of him being classic, so if I get a complaint about Judy Garland, I'm not turning that off, either. So there!
"If I were to begin life again, I would devote it to music. It is the only cheap and unpunished rapture upon earth."
I'm exhausted these days and I don't know why. I'm kinda running myself ragged with school, work, cosplay, and family, when the only thing I really care about is working on cosplay and being with Ellipsis. I more or less dragged most of the group on an excursion to the Hyde Park Street Fair and already I caught myself planning a group bonding activity at the corn maze or the Haunted World next month. If I could glue myself to Ellipsis members, I probably would; I'm that much of a stalker. And that clingy right now. Yes, I definitely need my alone time, as always, but I love spending time with my cosplay group. "I wanted just to be with you / So we could make the dream come true / And you smiled at me, and that was the beginning," in the words of the Xenosaga song Kokoro (The Words I Feel). ♥^_^♥ We are the proud fon Ronsenburgs of Dalmasca, after all!
But yeah, exhaustion...it's starting to take its toll on me. I'm hardly ever hungry anymore, and I'm always feeling moody even when I have no excuse to be. I'm either manic as hell or ripping throats out. At least I'm not weepy and emotional - more so than normal, I mean. All that, and I feel like I never get enough sleep. I can sleep over nine thousand hours a night and wake up before my alarm, but I won't feel refreshed. It's getting fucking frustrating.
Other than that, I made a playlist of 40s and similar period music for work. I don't get bored of my usual work playlist, per se, but I feel like I should switch things around now and again. Plus, I'm curious to see if we'll get another complaint about the 40s music. It's happened before. People complain about the dumbest-ass stuff. I fail to see how Frank Sinatra or songs like Mairzy Doats are offensive, but whatever's your twisted pleasure, I suppose.
It just is fun to listen to old standards for a while before I put the Chili Peppers back on and get a complaint about that. Although why anyone would ever complain about RHCP or Hendrix is beyond me. I mean, not that I'm a rabid fan or anything, but it's Hendrix, people; it's classic and he was a brilliant guitarist, whatever else you may have to say about him. Same goes for the Red Hot Chili Peppers, but then I don't suppose as many people will support me in calling them "classic." But it's fascinating and appalling to me what people will say is offensive. And I'm not counting the people who ask me to turn it down, because I could be playing really tame atmospheric shit and they'd still ask me to turn it down. It's like, I'm sorry, but you're in a coffee shop. You have to remember that most coffee shops are run by dirty fucking liberals like me, and we like hippie music and loud guitars.
As well as, apparently, the Great American Songbook, but I think late 30s to early 50s music has a kind of cute nostalgia, even quaintness - dare I use that word? - about it. I also think it makes for nice relaxation on a weekday afternoon, so why not?
I've refused to turn off Hendrix before by virtue of him being classic, so if I get a complaint about Judy Garland, I'm not turning that off, either. So there!
"If I were to begin life again, I would devote it to music. It is the only cheap and unpunished rapture upon earth."