Running on about two and a half hours of sleep, I stay awake as I try to rehydrate myself. My throat is completely hoarse from having to shout at the Honest Lawyer for five hours. I feel exhausted and emotional. Why must I always think and always wonder? Am I placed in these situations, or do I make too much of too little? I wish I could silence my mind.
Yearly Archives: 2003
Numb
Sometimes, I need to cry to know I’m alive.
Postal Service, J-Pop, And More
Jackee has been sent me the entire Postal Service album, Give Up, which is a great blend of soothing electronica with even more demulcent vocals. An interesting fact about this group is that their name comes from the process used in the creation of the album, consisting of mailing musical parts from one member to the other in order to complete a song.
She also sent me some J‑Pop music videos of Mini Moni and The Pillows. J‑Pop has never really been my thing, but I can’t seem to stop watching these hyperactive clips of girls running around pretending to be Power Rangers, or the wacky antics of male frontmen. There’s something mesmerizing about these culturally rich videos, almost as if a subliminal message has been implanted, telling me that I love the flashy colours and rubbery facial expressions. When a clip is done, I don’t know whether I should watch again or have an epileptic seizure.
It's Shedding Season
There must be an entire cat worth of hair in the garbage next to my desk.
The Problem With Moving
My biggest problem with moving back home is probably having to look for a new barber as good as the one here.
