watch me come undone
Randomly, I felt like painting my nails very blue the other day, so I did, and I still get some kind of minor heart-attack when I catch sight of them, what was I thinking, it doesn't go with any of my clothes. I will probably swap it for the gorgeous brown-ish one I've been favouring for six months now. Or not, I just bought five new colours, so it's not like I lack options, exactly.
Meanwhile, I'll merrily type away with my bright blue nails. (The cute guy beside me keeps smiling when he looks at my nails, they're that distracting and amusing.)
So Thursday is my designated reading day, during which I spend close to eight hours sitting on my ass and doing as much reading as I possibly can - all my homework for the coming week and stuff like that, which, is a good thing when I can focus, and today, well, I'm not the most focused, let's say. I may or may not be thinking of writing fic right this instant, but hush now, children.
Last week I got the last touch up on my tattoo, just a few more lines and filling, so now it's all done and I can't wait for it to be all healed, it's super pretty and I'm very happy with it. I might be getting more Greek letters, after all, when I've decided on where to get them. I can't put them all behind my ears, sadly, I'll run out of space (and ears). It still needs to be places where I can hide them fairly easy, as well as I shouldn't be able to look at them easily, because I don't want to tire of them. One of my friends wrote an incredibly intimate and very personal love letter/confession to a guy she's been in love with for twenty years, and she had it inked on her arm the other day, winding all around her arm, and it's just so heartbreakingly beautiful, the design and the sentiment. Courageous.
Lately, I've been listening to a lot of music I favoured when I was younger and it's been kind of awesome, in the whole I can't believe I listened to that kind of way, which means that Dr. Bombay and Cartoons (permanent fictures from my childhood!) have been warring valiantly against my obssessive love for early 90's music, because whoa, the awesome. And you all know, because it's not like I'm subtle even when I want to be, but I love music with the passion of a teenager, and it's just so good. And after a very enthusiastic attempt at getting Gati into Motown, I've had Gladys Knight & The Pips as well as Marvin Gaye and Smokey Robinson (The Tracks Of My Tears ;;__;;) on repeat for a while. I wonder what kind of music reminds you guys of your childhood? Because, you all know how my memory is shit on a good day, so I've always kind of relied on music for triggering memories, like when I listen to I'm Blue, I think of fifth grade and the always too-warm classroom on the third floor, and how I had braces and how I was pretty miserable because I hated it (the braces, not the music) and because I got one of the boys for Secret Santa and I loathed the guy. Or when I listen to I Believe In A Thing Called Love I think of ninth grade and new friends and ditching my own classmates in favor of the girls from the other class, and how I had some of the best laughs ever, how I laughed myself sick when one of my friends had gotten army boots and insisted on wearing them all day, and then on the way home she had to take them off because of blisters, and I walked barefoot in sympathy. So awesome. I listen to Caribbean Blue and think of the boat my class was on when we went to Prague, also in ninth grade. I See Right Through To You in sixth grade when the first season of Big Brother aired. So many memories attached to music.
Am I the only one doing that?
Whoa, novel, sorry.
I've been reviving my American Idol obssession from 2009 and I've missed it, is the thing. I remember shipping the Kradam friendship so fiercely, because Fox tried to create epic drama by sticking a gay man and a Christian man in the same room, but then they became BFFs and proceeded to give everyone cavities by the sheer cute (see icon for proof). It actually all came back to me because I pre-ordered Adam Lambert's new album (coming out on the 20th oh em gee, the excitement! The flail! The love!), and I figured I should get back into it all, so I put For Your Entertainment in, and it really was that easy. So from having Sleepwalker and Aftermath on repeat for six days, I've now moved to Kris Allen, and I don't think Ive actually really listened to that album since it came out, which is a damn shame, because his sound is just so pleasant. I also remember the sheer shock of Kris beating Adam in the finale (and then being so relieved because Adam didn't need the title to be a star) and then watching Adam hug the living daylights out of Kris, shaking his shoulders to make sure he understood that he'd won, and Kris going "Adam deserved it." and meaning it, because they just were each other's biggest fans. Oh man, AI has never been the same after S8, it can't possibly ever be the same after that. On that note, I heard there was a fic about Paula Abdul being an alien and trying to eat all the contestants' (past and present) souls, and I might make an exception and read it if I find it.
And to cement my love for Kris Allen once and for all, (he made me like a Kanye West song, okay, the guy deserves praise and jubilation for that feat) listen to this song. It has extremely pretty lyrics:
Click to viewCome on, listen, his voice is so nice. It doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes either, I'm just saying. He and Adam tried to put "bromance" in plural and decided it would "bromi".
What else. Yes, obligatory update (optional reading) on fic progress - Almost done with Boblemon's Ohno/Jun fic, (almost a year later, oh my gosh, I fail so much /the embarrassment). Then there's "what if" Arashi fic, which might also turn out to be Ohno/Jun, but I'm still undecided on that, let's see how that goes, the working title is "The river will be your eyes and ears" but it has another title that doesn't make sense to me yet, so. Yeah. I'm working on a Glee fic called "And bridle the autumn gales" and it's fun but annoying to write, so yeah, good luck with sorting that out, self. And oh yes, the FF8/Glee fic would, by all means, be progressing smoothly if not for the fact that I've scrapped no less than seven drafts of part 1, because for reasons unknown, the tone of it just takes a turn for the sombre and at times downright depressive, which is so not what I'm going for, so, uh, eighth time is the charm, I guess?
I have many, many thoughts on Glee, and I'm still trying to figure out what I'm feeling about it, but there's the hiatus to work through, so there's time.
Oh, and I love Wild At Heart. It's such a nice song, the beat is amazing, they sound very good, and it's been a while since I've been into their singles like this. The video is extremely cute and dorky, and it kind of gives off the vibe of Hadashi no Mirai/Happiness pt.2, doesn't it? Except, less bath tubs and less Ohmiya molesting (even if stuffing all five boys into a very cramped room is a definite thumbs up from me). The lives so far have also been very cute, I adore their little "paw" move or whatever it is, and oh gosh, they're all so pretty these days. Also, with the exception of Jun, they all have pretty short hair these days, don't they. I might have to make pic spam soon to make up for the fact that I can't handle the unfairness that is their collateral level of pretty.
I also still haven't got around to watch Lucky Seven despite my best efforts, but. One day. Yes. Meanwhile I'll just look forward to Ohno's drama, which is the most anticipated drama for me since Utaoni. I'm really hoping it'll be a serious-ish drama.
So now I've managed to dance around everything, haven't I. I'm alright these days, my headache has been acting up for the past few days, I've been dizzy and my heart is doing that thing it does when it just stings like a mofo. I'm on painkillers 24/7, which is nice, I guess, if slightly disconcerting and I can't wait until I'm off them again. I've also gotten a lot of nosebleeds again lately, which is more annoying than worrisome, actually. I've already gotten it "burned" with acid twice, I mean, come on. Maybe third time's the charm for that?
Also, Gati is getting here by the end of April, so I'm already excited to a ridiculous degree, but it's just sldcksjdjfhdks SO AWESOME. Now see, I've been good about keeping a nice, steady and even formatting with this entire post, and of course I slip up when I get to talk about Gati, because that's what she makes me do. Lose hard-earned composure. /shakes fist
I've bought a ridiculous amount of DVD's and CD's lately as well: four seasons of That 70's Show (yes, I know, but it's hilarious, so shut up), Buffy S1 and The Real Group just to mention a few. I've finally gotten my paws on Ohoku volume one and two. I'm so lacking in time in comparison to how much shit I need to watch and listen to.
Okay, that might actually be it. Perhaps. Will read through later for typos, because I know they're there.
How are you all, darlings?
/hugs