This week, I have been rediscovering Bush–a band I often forget HOW MUCH I love until re-listen through the scanty collection of their songs in my possession.
3 that I specifically enjoyed today:
Glycerine (this song has always given me tingles.)
Swallowed <–I couldn’t find a cute AMV, so you get the actual music video to the song!
I am a walking tragedy this morning. My hair is a tangled nest that curls and loops where it pleases with no regard for aesthetic propriety. The act of making myself presentable may take an entire team of architects. I want to go to school in my pajamas. I don’t really want to go to school at all today. It’s President’s Day and I think that should equal educational interruption. I’m just feeling tired and falling behind, finding myself in a regular state of creative dissatisfaction, as every line I attempt is in the wrong place, my understanding of the human form has flown out the window and all my pictures come out crooked.
I have painting today, where I will be frustrated but my teacher will tell me I am doing fine. I have computer literacy today where I got graded down on the last assignments I received back due to failure to creatively express myself on a spreadsheet assignment. The printer is black and white anyway. My teacher couldn’t see the colors I used.
When I went to bed last night I felt like I had been crying: my eyes burned at the edges and I felt hollowed out…but I hadn’t been crying…I was just tired and coming down from the caffeine that had been sustaining my life functions.
The temperature has dropped from 60 to 50 in the past half hour. Tomorrow is supposed to deliver a low of 18 and a chance of snow.
I have started watching DeathNote:
–the story of a brilliant high school boy named Light who finds a ‘death note’ belonging to a Shinigami (god of death). By writing names in this notebook while picturing the face of his intended victim he can kill whomever he wishes. As soon as he figures out the workings of the mystical object he begins a one-man campaign to cleanse the world of criminals and evil doers. Of course, the police soon realize that infamous criminals are dropping like flies and begin an investigation with the help of the enigmatic detective “L”.
The art is beautiful and the head-to-head of two very intelligent main characters is fun to watch, but what I find very interesting about DeathNote is the fact that Light jumps almost immediately from ‘I can make the world a better place’ to ‘and then I will be the GOD of the new world I have created’. Most people would at least pretend to altruistic motivations for a while before succumbing to holding the power of life and death in their hands, but this character has no such wishy-washyness. True, he still feels that what he is doing is for good, that he is exacting justice, but he makes it clear by the second episode that he has no humility, no desire to be the world’s mysterious benefactor. Light fully intends to cast himself in the role of supreme deity from the get-go.
I find that somewhat refreshing.
I also find constant amusement with the mysterious L, once he is revealed to us–a brilliant detective with a genius mind, encapsulated in the form of a young man with dark circles under his huge eyes, hair that has forgotten the face of it’s own brush and a compulsion to perch and plethora of nervous habits, likely the result of a heavy sugar and caffeine addiction–he is a fitting counterpoint to Light’s clear-eyed confidence and strength of purpose.
That is all.
Tomorrow I have school.
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A Feast for Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 4) by George R.R. Martin
Crossroads of Twilight (The Wheel of Time, Book 10) by Robert Jordan
