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nomoreuturns) wrote2009-06-19 11:17 pm
nomoreuturns) wrote2009-06-19 11:17 pm
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Just spent the evening introducing the roomie to the wonders of Star Trek XI! She hadn't had a chance to see it before now, and probably won't until it comes out on DVD, so I set up the laptop and we watched it. It was fun to watch with someone...I kinda miss it. I used to go to the movies a lot with friends, and we'd always talk out way through them...not loud enough to bug anyone else in the theatre, but we'd keep up a running commentary to each other and try and work out what was going on and so on.
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Now it's 2am, and I have a headache. I'm thinking it's dehydration and/or sugar rush...I had a couple of cupcakes. Going to drink some water and crash out soon...hopefully tomorrow the noggin will be screwed on straight.
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I really miss my Aussie friends. I really only have two over there: Karina and Aimee. Well, and John-Ross, who's Karina's younger brother.
But yeah, I miss them. I lost contact with them...god, must be six months ago, now. I'd had tenuous contact at best for the six months prior to that, and for probably a year and a half before that Karina and I hadn't really been that close.
I didn't keep up with them. I tried...I did. But I was also trying to deal with living on my own in another country, and I couldn't keep up. And I'd always been the one to keep up the contact, to call up or start a convo on MSN or shoot off an e-mail. So when I faltered, it all collapsed.
Karina was my best friend...hell, she was my only friend for a long time. Looking back on it, she probably saved my life. I'm still bitter about how that all played out, in the end...maybe one day I'll be a better person and let go. It's still stings, the memory of that betrayal...how easy it was to be shrugged off and left behind. And I feel bad for sort of doing the same to her. But I was tired of being the one constantly reaching out.
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I want to go to Ireland. I want to try and trace my family tree; I think it'd be fun. My mum's dad's mum is from County Clare...that'd be a nice place to start, I suppose. I should probably look into flight prices and so on...could be my next great adventure.
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I want to get two armband tattoos: a traditional Maori one depicting my maternal family line and my connection to New Zealand on my right arm (the right side denotes the maternal side) and a Celtic one depicting my connection to my Irish roots on my left arm. I'm going to mull these two over for a while...not that I don't always, but these two are a very cliche sort of tattoo, and will also be highly visible.
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I first realised this when I listened to the album on my way down to Portland for the New Year, but I figured I'd share with the class:
When you think about it, Razia's Shadow is, while a lovely album musically, quite disturbing thematically.
I mean, some of the sentiments are nice...freeing your mind, being in love with someone, "don't you ever feel like you've been destined for something bigger than your skin?". But when you get right down to it, it's about two things:
1) Ahrima throwing a temper tantrum because he feels he's not getting the recognition he deserves and being an asshat and burning everything to the ground.
and
2) Ahrima's fool of a great-great-great-great-great-grandson goes and falls in love with a princess, infects her with a disease and doesn't tell her it's his fault, and then expects her to while away the rest of her natural existence with a lecherous, depraved man just because Adakias can't bear for her death to be on his conscience.
A lot of the lyrics are also downright disturbing...I mean, "inside her lock he'll turn the key"? What the actual hell? Also, how the hell can it be "true love" if the person Anhura falls in love with is a lie? Also also, how is it a good thing that the evil people get to join all the good people? I imagine the crime-rate increased exponentially.
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xox
Now it's 2am, and I have a headache. I'm thinking it's dehydration and/or sugar rush...I had a couple of cupcakes. Going to drink some water and crash out soon...hopefully tomorrow the noggin will be screwed on straight.
I really miss my Aussie friends. I really only have two over there: Karina and Aimee. Well, and John-Ross, who's Karina's younger brother.
But yeah, I miss them. I lost contact with them...god, must be six months ago, now. I'd had tenuous contact at best for the six months prior to that, and for probably a year and a half before that Karina and I hadn't really been that close.
I didn't keep up with them. I tried...I did. But I was also trying to deal with living on my own in another country, and I couldn't keep up. And I'd always been the one to keep up the contact, to call up or start a convo on MSN or shoot off an e-mail. So when I faltered, it all collapsed.
Karina was my best friend...hell, she was my only friend for a long time. Looking back on it, she probably saved my life. I'm still bitter about how that all played out, in the end...maybe one day I'll be a better person and let go. It's still stings, the memory of that betrayal...how easy it was to be shrugged off and left behind. And I feel bad for sort of doing the same to her. But I was tired of being the one constantly reaching out.
I want to go to Ireland. I want to try and trace my family tree; I think it'd be fun. My mum's dad's mum is from County Clare...that'd be a nice place to start, I suppose. I should probably look into flight prices and so on...could be my next great adventure.
I want to get two armband tattoos: a traditional Maori one depicting my maternal family line and my connection to New Zealand on my right arm (the right side denotes the maternal side) and a Celtic one depicting my connection to my Irish roots on my left arm. I'm going to mull these two over for a while...not that I don't always, but these two are a very cliche sort of tattoo, and will also be highly visible.
I first realised this when I listened to the album on my way down to Portland for the New Year, but I figured I'd share with the class:
I mean, some of the sentiments are nice...freeing your mind, being in love with someone, "don't you ever feel like you've been destined for something bigger than your skin?". But when you get right down to it, it's about two things:
1) Ahrima throwing a temper tantrum because he feels he's not getting the recognition he deserves and being an asshat and burning everything to the ground.
and
2) Ahrima's fool of a great-great-great-great-great-grandson goes and falls in love with a princess, infects her with a disease and doesn't tell her it's his fault, and then expects her to while away the rest of her natural existence with a lecherous, depraved man just because Adakias can't bear for her death to be on his conscience.
A lot of the lyrics are also downright disturbing...I mean, "inside her lock he'll turn the key"? What the actual hell? Also, how the hell can it be "true love" if the person Anhura falls in love with is a lie? Also also, how is it a good thing that the evil people get to join all the good people? I imagine the crime-rate increased exponentially.
xox