White Rabbits

So. Went for a nice bike ride over to the park, met up with a friend of mine, and then went from there to another park across the way... except, en route, I did a little bike stumble and managed to gash my finger really nicely (and skin my other knuckles as well).

Long story short, ended up having to get picked up by my dad, go home, and F***ING SCRUB AT MY GAPING WOUND with a BRISTLE BRUSH to get all the dirt and stuff out. (BTW yes, that REALLY HURTS. I don't recommend it.)

Even now we're not sure if it's really clean. Hopefully it doesn't get infected or anything.

And, because it was after 6 on a Sunday, naturally, there were no medical places open. So yeah. Fun stuff.

In other news, I love the White Rabbits.

Sweeter Than Anything I've Tried

No Longer

No longer will I have to rewind the past
Those I've come to glimpse of it;
No longer will I carry this weighted mass
Now I face the day with no shame!
- "No Longer", Decyfer Down

This song perfectly describes today for me.



And, oh my God, there are only ten days until my birthday.
I'm thinking a navel piercing is in order.

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Performance High

Just finished my choir concert. I am COMPLETELY jazzed with energy, and am ready to do the entire performance a SECOND TIME.

Let's go. Let's go right now. AGAIN!

A few of the songs we sang:

Radiohead's Remix

First:


Then:

Big Ideas (don't get any) from James Houston on Vimeo.

Found on The Ridiculant, here.

Further Explorations, in Verse and Swindling

Hey look, ANOTHER haiku.

floating, so gently
a breath of wind underneath
my wings hold me high

Then you can learn about how to get a free meal at McDonald's.


SeeqPod - Playable Search

I'll admit, I don't like Fall Out Boy's newer sound. They've become a little more punk and a little less rock than I like. But I think I'll keep listening to their original albums - I consistently like the first two.

Be My Sixcape

You remember the six-word stories? Well, I've been doing some more of those. I have a notepad beside my pillow, and I've been coming up with them. Go me ^_^

Anyhow, here's some more:

• The ever-present stars - lost, forever.
• If only we'd tested for that.
• Now, thousands will die... except me.
• A darkness falls... arms catch me.
• White shoals are calling - see ya!
• His eyes were two restrained cobras.
• Swords, daggers, pistols... all were useless.
• My watch whispers. It is time.
• Rain's needle feet patter across rooftops.
• We raced, dark and silent shadows.
• Your freedom is in their hands.
• I trip. Hello, ground. That hurt.
• Stretch, apart from time and circumstance.
• A single glare, silencing the class.
• How many more deaths are necessary?
• All wars end up bloody messes.
• Stop bragging or you'll be shot.

And here's the song that's been stuck in my head the past few hours:


Also I've just finished the story Lady Into Fox by David Garnett. It was quite interesting, though I can't help feeling as if it might not have worked better as a shorter piece.

P.S.

I found the guy I'll be copying.

I even found the painting I wish to imitate.

God, it's two thirty in the am. I need to go to sleep. I really don't want to get sick again. -_-

Going to School

It stopped snowing around noon. It has rained a bit since.

Dammit.

In other news, Howard Schnellenberger explains the difference between involvement and commitment: "When you're eating ham and eggs, the chicken that laid the eggs was involved, but the pig that provided the ham was totally committed."

You remember Bullseye's theme song from Daredevil? Been looking for it for awhile. Found it.


Or if you're looking for something a bit more peaceful:

Sisterly Affection

My sister will appreciate this, I think. I pretty much made it for her.


SeeqPod Music beta - Playable Search

I mean, sheesh, if this isn't enough OK Go for some time, then I don't know what could possibly be.

As a side note, I really need to finish reading Carroll.

Death To the Untrained Ear

... by virtue of training it.

Found *another* good online music finding source.

This one manages to allow you to search across the podcast network to find the song you want. You can create playlists, manage them, change them, share them, and embed your music all in the same place. Rather terribly convenient, actually. And when one considers that as time goes on, the amount of podcasts allowing access to songs will only grow.

It's called SeeqPod.

Music Gets Into the Blood

Right now I'm on Pandora, and I'm totally digging the Howard Shore station. I mean, it's pretty much amazingly bomb.

If my title is true, than my blood is currently singing out wonderfully haunting vocals with epic soundtracks. You should honestly try this station.

Of Prophecies And the Prophetic

Had a bizarre dream last night.

In it I battled a black demon-possessed cat. But once I would kill it, the demon would somehow generate a new body and try to come and provoke me again into battle. A strange element in the dream was that the demon inhabiting the cat, usually unseen, could be viewed clearly through a hand-mirror held up to my face, which I looked through like a window and could see the demon. I would use the mirror after each battle as a sort of, "Ha! Now your true form is revealed!" cry of triumph. The residents of the house where the demon and I conducted our battles showed me how to use this mirror. There was one time that the cat and I battled with katanas, which was a fairly epic sequence.

In my dream, I also fought and killed a short demon man in the shape of a dwarf. The queerest thing about the battle were the weapons we used, which were strips of entire weeks that the dwarf had torn off of the calendar. He employed these strips like short swords. In the dream I remember being amused, knowing strips of paper couldn't hurt me. However, as he handed me one to use as I weapon, I realized that if he believed they were dangerous, the paper strips must hurt him, so I eventually killed him with the strips (without even a paper cut from the ordeal).

But during the battle, one of my favorite scenes in the whole dream occurred when I took one of the dwarf's two swords and added it to my single sword, and the dwarf began to run away from me. Until this point I had concealed that I wasn't able to be wounded from the paper, but now I stopped and lowered my weapons to draw him back. Instead of turning and charging me, he walked backwards quickly until he was close to me and then jabbed his strip of paper up and under his right arm inn order to spear me in the stomach (like in Kill Bill, you know?). Unfortunately for him, it was paper, and only bent; I laughed (I don't remember if it was in my head or not) at the silliness of the thing and began ripping at his back and sides with my two paper strips until he finally was defeated.

In addition to this scene, there was a point after killing the black cat for the last time when I turned around and saw the other residents in the house. They were grouped together at the far end of the room and were giving me black looks, whispering among themselves. They said that the reason the cat kept coming after me is that the cat's original self had been killed by me (which I didn't recall doing - I recall getting that I had done it in some other life or something), and now the cat's spirit had a personal vendetta against me. The residents sympathized with the cat, saying that I was a killer. As this was technically true, I didn't correct them (even though the demon in the cat was evil and it was self-defense and totally necessary warfare).

Like I said, it was a bizarre dream. Mostly I'm just sharing so that I remember both the dream and the date I had it.