Appointments to Keep

Just a little update on how things are going.

I've spent a couple of days reading the blog of a very interesting blogger. I won't go into details right now, and I'd rather not send the two people I'm sure read this over there. Reading some of her material though is very... Enlightening. In a way, I guess.

Also, tomorrow I'm going to be going out to lunch with other graduates from my class. So, that's bound to be interesting to some degree. The biggest challenge will be making it down there in time for lunch. I'm not really a morning person and with my parents out the house is basically silent until the afternoon unless I get up early. So wish me luck.

I was thinking about writing a few things that are a little revealing and pretty depressing for myself, but I'm not quite sure of if I should bother again. This technically being my second blog, I'd like to try to escape from the ranting and bitching that was predominant on the first one. It also has a lot to do with the past, something I'd be a little happier to leave there.

Anyway, I hope all of you are without insomnia and doing well. That's all for this update.

Music Appreciation

You got the touch! Dun dun, dun dunn- You got the Power..... Yeah!

That's pretty much all the lyrics I know from that song, and it's also everything I know about the song, except that it's from the early 80s at the latest.

I think of two things when that song comes to mind - and by coming to mind I mean I suddenly think or sing those exact lyrics to myself for no reason. The first is AMV Hell, which had an Evangelion themed AMV to the song using footage from The End of Evangelion. It's the part where people turn to goo. It's pretty good since those are also the only lines the quick snippet-sized AMV uses.

The second is the 1986 Transformers Movie, the original cartoon one with Omnicron and whatnot. Now, I know almost nothing about Transformers, I'm pretty sure that the series was popular when I was born, and though I had an Optimus Prime at some point I watched more Beast Wars than anything else related to it.

Now, I have no taste for music. I don't know genres at all. When I'm asked for a favorite band one of the names that comes to my head is Fire Bomber, a pretty much fictitious band from Macross 7 (Though I do listen to the band's songs). What is weird though is that I have no problem burrowing away lyrics and musics from many, many songs.

When I take a butterknife out of the drawer to make a sandwich, I tap it with my fingernail rhythmically. To myself and probably myself alone, it sounds like the opening to Rush's YYZ. I will then often 'sing' the sounds of the song to myself, as it lacks lyrics. Recently, I found myself singing a lot because I had to house to myself. I am perfectly content to sit around and never make a single sound for hours, yet sometimes I just have to sing songs to myself to talk to my cats or sing songs to my cats where I make up most of the lyrics on the spot.

This is probably going way too far back into my past, but I used to be quite a skilled singer when I was younger. I was one of the few boys in my school choir, and I was actually quite proud of myself. It ended in ruins of course. Now, I feel like I've completely erased real singing from myself, to the point where my voice probably can't do it either.

This isn't really something that I talk about much. It was just something I did as a kid. Now, it's just kind of funny. A joke. Singing, that is. I have a thing I do for a close friend where I sing her name like it was part of rock song. Think Limozeen. She normally laughs and then shuts my mouth for me. Hilarity.

I really don't know what else to say about this love/hate situation I have with music. I hate it because I don't get it. I don't like criticism about music because I won't understand, and even 'good' stuff often sounds bad. I once found myself enjoying country music, which I know many people revile. But when the contemporary rap comes on, I turn it off. I can't stand anything about it, from the music to the lyrics to the image. I saw 'contemporary rap' because with my genre-blindness I'm sure I've listened to and enjoyed rap at some point.

So while my winamp is filled with songs I don't really enjoy anymore, and is weighed down with Fire Bomber and OSTs from The Slayers and animes opening themes, it doesn't mean that I don't like other musics. Since I don't 'like' music. It's all just kind of par for the course for me. Unless I hate it.

Does that make sense?

Have a good weekend, all.

Death by Summer

Blah! I haven't updated in a while again.

I guess the problem continues to be that I haven't been up to much, but I think I have something else to blame. Just recently, I've gotten back into some forum RPGs. It's fun to have something to do, but I spend a lot of time at the computer waiting for other people to post or responding to posts or whatever. It means that the fun little posts I used to put up about how I watched a movie that I enjoyed just aren't going to happen - since I feel the responsibility of being at the computer all the time I don't go to watch said movies.

Of course, I keep busy at the computer otherwise. Playing games, looking for work and checking classifieds, chatting with people - the usual computery things. I get bored a lot, of course, and I also get tired of waiting for people or waiting on people. But I've been feeling pretty happy lately. Upbeat in a way, I'm just enjoying myself in whatever I'm up to, for the most part.

This summer is going to be busy. Today I had to go out and pressure wash the back porch to clean it for painting I will also be forced to do. Oh, and even better - my parents are away to Texas for a week, and I'm being instructed to do this painting during said week. So not only do I have to do it by my goddamn self, but my parents are skipping town to get out of it!

So I have some plans. I'm calling for help! Even though they don't like me having people over when they're away, I'm not going to paint the whole bloody deck by myself in the sweltering heat of the summer for no pay, thanks or recognition. Particularly not alone.

I'm hoping the summer will go well. I can't do anything about the heat but I can work on what I'm doing in said heat.

That's all for now. I wish everyone a good summer, since it just started officially the other day. (June's weather fails to agree with the 'official start', but that's not really something I can fix.)

Night all.

The Sum of all Fears

Yeah, this is pretty much what I was worried about.

My week has been pretty dull. I went to the dentist, I was forced into some minor clothes shopping, I did some gardening, and... That's about it.

It's been a very boring week. I haven't had any problems to talk about, nothing really good has happened that'd make me want to talk about it... Things are borderline fine. Like stasis. Or the heart monitor during a flatlining.

I've been up to - brace yourself - Pokemon games. It's something to do, and catching and breeding the little critters is a way to spend my time.

That's all. Really.

Other people are out on double-dates, having fun weekends with friends or doing all kinds of wacky stuff. I'm playing Pokemon and watching Anime. [i]Aren't I living the dream?[/i]

Goodnight. I'll try to do something worth writing about.

Father's Day Weekend

Wow, I don't know what I've been doing for the past couple of days, but it obviously wasn't all important enough to post here.

Yesterday went fantastically, by the way. I got outside, had a fun time, I was relaxed and very little bad happened. POTC3 was good, by the way. Constant and fun.

It's Father's Day today, and since my older brother is celebrating his first real Father's Day, it's fairly important. We're only doing the usual stuff though, having a family dinner, we had brunch earlier, and we've got some small gifts and cards for my Dad.

It's interesting that people complain about Father's Day. They say that compared to Mother's Day, there's a lot less going on. I was chatting with my Dad about that, and he mentioned a possible joke that Father's Day has the most long distance calls with the charges reversed. Even if it's not true, I can still believe it. I know that around my house my Dad doesn't get the same degree of respect my Mother does, so I can't expect that every household celebrates an equal Father's Day as they do Mother's Day.

Anyway, I'm still really drained from yesterday and just trying to get through the day. I can promise a good update this week - my family is visiting relatives for a dinner and I'm going to be seeing two cousins I rarely do, yet share hobbies and interests with.

I'm going to sit back and relax today - at least when I'm not helping my father with something. I hope everyone has a good Father's Day.

High on (someone else's) life!

It was always an interesting situation that I had arise from the depth of my school days. I didn't have a lot of friends, though early on it was tough not to. People just gathered together and the people they talked to at recess or during lunch break were their friends. The one thing I remember about my late years in elementary school was that 90% of my 'friends' were girls. And they loved to talk to me about their problems.

I don't have any idea how it started. My class would have been filled with mathematical, scientific, artistic and literary geniuses. Some of them had no problem picking up French, going to city-wide geography competitions and had expansive projects during science. Yet I always seemed to be steady, mature and completely entrenched in hard logic.

When I got older and I met the 'normal' kids, I just got everything, intellectually. I looked like a genius, even if I didn't know all that much. They wanted me to solve problems and give opinions.

This really shone through during my highschool years. People have to make decisions about you at first glance, after all. I didn't want to talk to anyone in class, I asked questions to the teacher afterwards as if I was equal to them, and I was able to keep to myself and read during any break. The only people who I saw most often were the ones that had problems. Often girls. It figures with my luck in life that I'd attract the most troubled girls who just wanted to talk to me to make themselves feel better. I was like the psychologist for the school. By the time I was in my last year, people suffering from life issues and depression were referred to me. It was like having advertisements around the school.

So I talked to a lot of people. I'd like to think that I helped some of them. People would still come to me to ask what I thought about all kinds of things. Legalization of marijuana, political issues, religious issues. Whatever. I was even interviewed for a small-scale school newspaper. I held no position in the school except for being some kind of incredible logical genius who absolutely hated the school.

Anyway.

I've slowly started to realise that I really enjoy hearing things about people. Nice things, bad things, life-threatening things, dirty things - It doesn't matter. I don't get the feeling that I'm living vicariously though others so much as I'm watching stories unfold. They're not always interesting, my life story certainly isn't, but I really get connected to people and want to hear more and more, and I want to help them be happy.

Sometimes I hear about something kind of creepy and kind of weird, but it's all worth a laugh. I'm not going to come down on someone like a ton of bricks just because they're saying something strange.

Sometimes I hear things that really put me in a corner. I get connected to people and I don't want to tell them my truth. I won't lie to them about the facts as I see it, but it's hard telling someone when they need to better understand what they're trying to follow. Nothing is ever completely right, and that means that sometimes certain things are wrong.

Sometimes, I get so sick of hearing about a person's problems. The only thing I can't stand is when things are going well and someone has to throw a wrench into their own life just to bitch. Worse yet, when they decide that acting vapid and shallow is a response to important moments in their life that mean lots of responsibility.

Sometimes, I hear things from a person and talk back to them, and I feel closer to them. Just knowing them and relating back, it's a real high for me.

I'm in a really good mood today, and it's because I love being close with friends and getting to hear about them. It's even better online, because I can meet people who can be comfortable with me without their secrets ever having a chance of getting spread. Maybe this is just my addiction, or my personal misunderstanding of what a friendship is. All I know is that it makes me happy, it makes me sad, and it makes me feel needed.

That's all for today. I'll probably actually DO something this weekend, so maybe I'll have something interesting to chat about. That is all.

Oh what a world, what a world!

It's been brought to my attention, in the past, that I'm very warm and cuddly. This often includes that fact that - regardless of frigid temperatures in the outdoors - my hands remain very warm. Now, I'd love to claim that I have some kind of mystic Solar Hands, but really I think that I've just got a built enough upper body to keep the warm blood flowing.

It's great when it's -20C outside and I have to wander around or do some kind of chore. It isn't when it's 30C and humid out.

The summer is always the worst time of year for me. I sweat, I'm tired, and I'm burning hot enough to scorch my bed. This one is quickly proving to be no different, offering a course of heat-related insomnia, sweat-soaked bedding and an upstairs that is 10 degrees hotter than the downstairs - oh thank God I live downstairs.

Today was a very slow day. It's too hot for time to move any faster, nor for me to do anything interesting. We'll see what tomorrow brings. Goodnight all.