Have been organizing and clearing some old files on computer and moving many things to discs; also organizing discs and coming across many memories.
Just refreshed my appreciation for Death Note (the anime, manga, and movies; all gold).
Also, watched Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog again; funness. But, while she is adorable, I am still really disappointed with the choice for female lead; she doesn’t display half as much character as the two other leads. Also unchanged is that several of the songs keep running through my head unendingly and will likely do so for another week or so (before going back to just occasionally, randomly), but that should be true for everyone who watches it.
*update: Actually, it got replaced rather quickly this time by the Man of No Importance soundtrack.. I liked the live production’s version better than the Original Cast Recording, but glad to find it anyway.
Have been reading mostly scifi lately, and quite happy with the books.
Have fully caught up on Naruto and have been rewatching more eps than I intended, but happy with all of it. I love Naruto (characters, stories, production, intention) more than ever.
Visited three different doctors’ offices in one day.
I think I am about to become a really big fan of rhodiola.
Waiting on three books, all parts of series, expected to be released in 2011 (although one might never be finished/published…ever).
I generally prefer paperbacks to hardcovers; I like my hardcover books, but I’m much more likely to carry a paperback out of the house than a hardcover.
I don’t know why it’s 3:30am and I’m not attempting to sleep. Falling asleep has not been an issue for me in years. Going to bed remains an inconsistent activity.
I really like (good) food. Oh, I enjoy eating some spicy stuff now — although I still prefer it with buffer of rice/bread/yogurt/cucumber or something or other to offset. Still do not eat wasabi, but I can see being a fan one day.
I’m very nearly at 300.
Many birthdays this week. But one.
We gamble all the time; we act as if we’re promised tomorrow. So much is assumed. I assume I will wake tomorrow; otherwise, I would not sleep now.
Dream involved a concert. I arrived late (why?) but managed to make it to front row between songs. Was meeting old friends.
Yesterday’s kite festival was festive and kite-filled.
Also good company, orchids, snackings, light tunnel, and ahi sliders.
I haven’t written poetry in years. (Why?)
<afterthought> this isn’t actually true.. but I guess the feeling is there. and I haven’t kept a consolidated journal of poetry in a long time. still room in the little blue book. or maybe I’ll start a new one.
I need space. </afterthought>
I love reading good books, except that I simultaneously really want to finish them and really don’t, because I’ll miss reading them. That’s how good things are, I guess?
But not all good things must end. I believe in that.
I’ve pretty much fully moved over to my 2010 calendar now, but am still carrying around my 2009 in case I need to refer to something..(though I haven’t really, so far). That will stop soon.
I slept a lot yesterday. Not caught up on sleep/energy cycle yet, though.
My hair’s finally back to the length it was almost a year ago. It’s been months since I had it trimmed, but I may still wait a while before I risk losing 3-5 inches again. But it’s back to a length that finally has me wondering when I’ll chop it all off, again. But then I remember how long it took to grow it out, and how happily warm it keeps me in the cold outside, and indoors in the summer.
I woke up with a cold this morning. It was probably the going-to-sleep-after-a-shower-with-wet-hair, which is always hit and miss for a cold in the morning, but this morning included a sore throat. And I went to bed with a kink in my neck. I’m not terribly pleased about any of this. I’m complaining, but I’m not sure who I’m complaining to. While I’m at it, I’d like to note that my eyes hurt this morning, and I was sluggish so I got to work a little late. — Which everyone’s been great about and I got an impromptu hug early on, so this is all becoming less of a complaint and more of a self-indulgent ramble — which belongs properly on my personal site so I’m doing this right.
The little gourd my coworker gave me is still on my desk. I feel like I should paint it or something (it’s not very colorful on its own, but it’s still pretty novel, somehow). I have grapes to munch on today because I got to the store yesterday. They didn’t want to cube my parrano, but last week at the other store the offered to cube it in the first place and it made me happy.
I love when my dad sings. It’s one of my favorite things in the world. Actually, it is probably also true for my mom’s singing, which is rarer; they’re both deeply precious to me.
It’s currently 10:11am on 11/10/2009 — in case anyone wondered.
I had chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. I normally avoid this if I have a sore throat, but I’ve been drinking a fair bit of water lately and see no reason for having a sore throat, so I’m sore about the sore throat and don’t see why it should interfere with my cookie eating. The subject of the yesterday was illogicality (apparently illogicism and illogicalness are not words).
One of my favorite things that my Dad taught me, that I’m still learning, is that the world will survive us, life goes on; the world is always turning toward the morning.
Schuyler Fisk came up random on the sidebar. So did, “We can be captain of our ship, but not the sea.” I think that places more responsibility upon us, somehow, rather than less.
So did random entry: August 18, 2008 (a better entry than today’s I’m sure). And the fox quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
“It’s a cycle,” he said, “it always turns back toward the morning.”