Hey, does anyone on my f-list (a) live in CA and (b) want to let me live with them ALL SUMMER LONG so that I can audition for EVERY SINGLE open audition there is? Okay, obviously, I'm joking, and to be real, I want to spend this summer focused on learning Japanese, but of the many crazy pipedreams I have, becoming an actress is one of them. In the end, I'll probably spend this summer focusing on guitar (as well as Japanese, working, and school), because another crazy pipedream is to be a musician/in a band.

I wonder if being a street musician is fun. I think it would be scary. I mean, there are a lot of seemingly-homeless street musicians that I see, and for those who aren't, I feel like it'd take a lot of courage to put yourself out there like that, when in the end, you'd probably be annoying a lot of people. Or they wouldn't notice you. Still, I really like seeing street musicians. In the end, my father probably wouldn't let me anyway.

I've been scoping out places to apply for a job, although news on the street is that nobody is getting a job anywhere at all. I suppose that would be the recession at work... I could really use a job, though. (...as I'm sure everyone else could.) I'm going to be very busy this summer with history and English work and Japanese, and I don't even want to think about next school year. Which is fine, because I don't have to think about it, because this year isn't even over yet. In the end, I ought to stop worrying, because worrying does no good.

Also, new song by Dave Matthews Band called "Funny The Way It Is." It's a good song, and I'm enjoying it. (And to keep my theme going, "in the end it doesn't even matter.")

My little brother was reading an Encyclopedia Brown book when he suddenly got this very surprised look on his face, so my sister asked him what was up, and he said, "This book says... well, it says this guy 'had a way with gentle sex'!" Of course, he had missed a "the" in there (the book said this guy "had a way with the gentle sex," which is much more fitting for Encyclopedia Brown), but I thought a) it was a funny misreading and b) it would be quite funny if a kids' book suddenly and randomly started talking about sex.

That aside... My great-grandmother is turning 102 tomorrow. I think I'd like to live to be very old, provided the world is still a good place to live in by the time I'm old. Knowing my nostalgia for a past I never even knew (as in, the world before the World Wars (as in, Jane Austen Land :D)), I bet I'd find myself saying, "When I was a young lass..." a whole lot if I grew old. I want to grow old anyway, though, so I can write a lot of memoirs and stuff. (Not really. I don't really want to write memoirs.)

One thing which people really don't do anymore is write lengthy, lengthy letters to one another. A lot of information we have about famous people we get through letters they wrote, or others wrote about them, but now, there's no need to write such in depth letters, because you can just call the person, or text them, email them, what have you. People also wrote much more fancifully back then (well, some people did). Reading their letters seems more like reading poetry at times.

On a much lighter and more modern note... Cheerful Korean music video!

Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don't feed me violins,
just run with me through rows of speeding cars
The papercuts, the cheating lovers
The coffee's never strong enough
I know you think it's more than just bad luck

There, there, baby
it's just text book stuff
it's in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darling
oh don't lose your head
'cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you, yeah


Today was a Speeding Cars day. That is, a day when you go home and you just listen to "Speeding Cars" on repeat. It's a good song for just about any mood, especially the type which are that brand of complicated that doesn't warrant description.
( band rant! )

On a totally different and more optimistic note, reading Sir Gawain and the Green Knight got me thinking about the whole concept of going and seeking your fortune. Nobody does that any more. I mean, they do, but it's boring. I'd rather hear someone say "When I came of age, I set off into the wilderness and sought out fortune and reknown" than, "When I graduated from high school I got a job and worked my way up the corporate ladder." No matter what anyone might try and do, the corporate ladder will never be even remotely romantic. I think it would be possible to seek your fortune in an interesting way still, but it'd be really, really difficult. And everyone would think you're crazy. Not to mention, random strangers are no longer willing to give lodging and food to random passers-by. If I were to knock on a door and say, "I've been traveling looking for a man who I'm going to have a duel with on New Year's, but I haven't found him and it's nearly Christmas so can I just stay ant your place until after the holiday?" I'm rather sure I'd be turned down without a word. I mean, I'd be lucky if they didn't call the police or something. Srsly people.
( etc. )

Hahaha, I haven't updated in a while. I missed the end of NaNo. Still, when NaNo finished, I had 32,000-some words, which is a lot better than last year. Last year, I didn't even get that many by the time March was over. I worked on it again yesterday, got 4080 more words, and now I've got 38,055 words. YAY! The story is moving along a fair bit. I get a bit annoyed when I run into patches and think, "Well, this is cliché," or "Well, this is sure driving my point in with a sledgehammer," but I suppose I'll smooth those pieces out later.

In other news...
HAPPY FIRST SNOW DAY OF THE YEAR!!

It is for me, at any rate. Haha. I was sooo glad to find that out this morning. See, I woke up, and was thinking, "hmmm, I feel oddly more rested than usual. And how come it's more light out than it usually is at 5:45 AM?" Then I looked at a clock and realized it was 7:30. My sister explained it was a snow day, and apparently, she had told me at 5:45 when she first found out, but I was still too asleep to really pay enough attention. ^.^;;

Yesterday in church, our priest was taking about Christmas, and the Christmas spirit, and how once upon a time, Christmas was celebrated for all 12 days of Christmas. Wouldn't that be great, to really keep that festive spirit for 12 days? I think that if I have a family when I grow up, I'm definitely going to celebrate Christmas for 12 days. Even if I don't have a family, I'll celebrate it for 12 days with my cats (because when I grow up, I'm going to have at least three cats).

I always hear a lot of people my age saying they hate Christmas, and the phoney Christmas spirit, and that it's all about commercialism. It's true that there is TONS of commercialism involved in our modern Christmas, and maybe it's partially the kids mimicking what their parents say, but personally, I like the season of Christmas. I dunno, I like the whole anticipation during advent, and opening the advent calender, and making Christmas cookies, and Christmas cards, and buying people Christmas gifts. It's just fun, and in church, during advent and on Christmas, we always sing the best songs, and so, I dunno. I just like advent and Christmas.