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Tell me I have no life, I won't deny it.
I've been re-watching Princess Tutu. I'm not entirely 100 percent sure, but I think it was one of the first anime series I watched 'on my own'. The beginning is somewhat boring, 'Gotta Catch 'Em All' as tvtropes has it put, but it does turn BLOODY AWESOME sometime into the series. The second series, I think, is all good. No, actually, I'm serious. It's really good, it really is. And I was kinda young when I watched it the first time - years ago - so I don't really remember everything, and I've done well not spoiling myself this time.
Oh and the music! The music! All the best classical composers (well, those that composed ballets, actually, really). Tchaikovsky, one of my all-time favourites plays a big part. *Now playing The Dance of the Sugar-Plum Fairy* and then the Sleeping Beauty one thay have in the Disney version too what next - the marriage march, perhaps? | |
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Whell. It's the time of the period when all the tests are kept. (huh? bad english?) On Monday we had a Biology test (it went quite well, except for one part where I wrote about mushrooms that suck energy from people who come to forests to collect mushrooms. I didn't remember anything I could've written there, so I thought that maybe the teacher will give me pity points for creativity), on Tuesday a History test (It wasn't too hard, only two 'essay' questions, then 'explain the following words'- ones and a 'name six of the turning points of the Second World War') Today we had no tests, but tomorrow we'll have an English one (I usually don't read for these - or I do, but not our school books but something a tad more sophisticated, like LOTR, heh) And on Friday it's Physics - easy one as well.
Today I'll be going to see Mozart's Magic Flute with dad and the folks of that family. Right now I'm sitting here, drinking coffee - to keep me awake. I have told you how I am oh so very tired, like, every day. So I'm drinking coffee so that I won't fall asleep in the Opera. I also have only a small idea of what I'm going to wear - something fancy, I think, as it's opera, you have to, and anyway, usually when I'm with dad I have quite casual clothes.
Today in Finnish we watched this Whale Rider move - the one I'd gotten as a Christmas present. On Friday we'll have to write an analysis of it, eek.
Hmm. What else? Oh. In art we made these little clay things 'an usable item/object which includes a shape/detail from nature'. I totally hate clay, so I made a very simple bookend which featured a very simple mushroom. Now, I'm just a little anxious of this - we have a new teacher and I've already made two mushroom-themed works. One can but wonder what she thinks about it. | |
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Long post, under the cut babbling about books, movies, opera, paper cuts and school. ( HERE ) | |
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'Kay. The thing is this: last week our internet went down again. The reason for this was discovered today; it was the little metal piece splitter that shares the socket for modem and Tv that didn't work. And between Sunday and Thursday I was in Tallinn, so I didn't get to use a computer. But now I 'm back, feeling rather good, waiting for school to start (it's the autumn break right now) and uh.. feeling fine, yes.
New period has started in school. All three of my non-artistic favourite subjects (Finnish as a Native Language, History, English) are found in my timetable, and it's great.
I got good marks on the period-changes paper, only four subjects though, but it's okay, They Were Biology . . . 9 Mathematics . . . 9 Swedish . . . 9 Chemistry . . . 10
In Tallinn it was nice, but still I'm kinda exhausted. Mainly because I had to be really social during the whole time - I was there with my mum, aunt, her husband and their three children. Me, mother and the oldest of my cousins went to the Opera in there, we went to see Rigoletto, and it was _awesome_! The best opera I've been two in my life (well, that Salome was kind of strange anyway "I want to ki~ss his li~ps!" was like the main thing in it, but I suppose I was just too young for it at the time[and anyway, Salome had somethign to do with Wilde, hm? His original ply, I remember. Am I right?]) And I had no idea that that, uh *search* La Donna e Mobile was in Rigoletto! It came as a wonderful, pleasant surprise. The singers were good and the plot was great (compared, again, to Salome with no real plot at all) and we sat in the second row so I got to see the dresses and the expressions on the singers faces and the makeup and the musicians and everything.
In school everything is as usual - in Finnish we're reading Horror again, which is great, I love it, and I've read the Shining (in Finnish though) for it, and some EA Poe Stories as well and I'm going to read some Ambrose Bierce, haven't read anything from him earlier but mum said he was good, and uhh - I haven't really read in some time, so it's great to get into it again.
In Art we are making a (rough translation) loathe-self-portrait, we must just make a picture of something - I'm not quite sure how restricted we are with this, 'cause I'm not gonna make a boring old zombie-myself. We're drawing on black paper, and that's great I've come up with two options: A sort of landscape of soul - things that appear frequently in my art, things I think are important to me (not like an MP3-player, but like art and death and the hiding from the world, stuff like that) or if the teacher does not approve of this (which would be a shame, I've been working on this thing for hours - and on free time, because it's such a fascinating idea) I have another, very much simplified option: A white mask, one that would cover the wearer's left side of the face. A smile on the lips, red tear on the cheek.
THEN! As our Art teacher gave us a lecture type sort of thing before we got to start these things, and she showed us some cool pictures (Can't remember any of the artists, too bad, as I remember that one woman had quite impressive photographs) and she told us a very much shortened version - just, like, the main events - of the Picture of Dorian Gray </most> and I _suppose_ (never be sure) that I was the only one fully familiar with the story - sure, other people after hearing the plot seemed to recognize it from somewhere, but [ahh I'm proud of meself again] I don't suppose anyone else would've known the writer or anything like that - and then on ( Wednesday? Tuesday?) I went and bought a copy of it, 2,5 euros, cheap, cheap, and read it during the holiday (I was reading the Shinig as well, as said above) - and this one in English of course - and I've got to say that it was more than enough to give Oscar Wilde a permanent place in 'My Favourite Authors' -list.
And then there was something else too. . . Can't remember right now. Christmas is approaching (lots of long words in this post, hmm..), I would dearly need some money, I think I should start exercising, suppose that will happen when I see the flying sheep that live in trees, lots of music and movies and books to be bought - no money, really, and uhh.. the misery of a fairly good life.
. . .// What I failed to remember was that we coloured my hair. It's tat sort of dark brown with very few light stripes. | |
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So. Once again, narttukoirahad this kind of nice memeish thingy up in her journal. Rules: Comment on this entry and I'll choose seven things from your interests and you will explain why you're interested in those seven things.
And narttukoira of course chose the interests. Aliens- So yeah. I've been interested in paranormal things for quite a long time, I was always the one to say 'I do believe in extra-terrestrial lifeforms!' and I always have to correct if people who mean 'aliens, humanoids' talk of UFOs as if ufos were little green men. That's super annoying. And besides the general interest in the subject I am also a great fan of the X-files. Ballet
- Hm. I used to dance when I was really little, under seven years old. Nowdays I enjoy going to see pefrormances. The last one I saw was Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake - it was beautiful! And I must say that I believe not very many of my age like ballet like I do. History
- Hah yeah! Umm. 'The one who can't make account of the past 3000 years lives only from hand to mouth' -Goethe. (And my own translation from Finnish - couldn't find one in english!) Yes? I like history - I think that to understand the present and the future you have to know the past. And I find it interesting to see how the culture of men has grown and changed during the years and years of our existence. I like to know things, you know? - And anyway, history's one of my top five favourite school subjects. Michael Jackson
- Hee. Jackson was actually what got me into western music (I had been listening to japanese (and now I loathe peple like that, it's so mass thing.).). Um. It began on my sixth year of school. I gave up Japanese music and started listening to MJ - don't ask why, I remember our music teacher playing us a song ( Don't stop till you get enough) - I liked it, or something. I do remember that my two first songs were (Not Billie Jean and Thriller, but) Man in the Mirror (on Bad, released 1987) and Ghosts (on Blood on the dancefloor, ten years later). Soon after MJ came Queen. And that's how my classic-rock education began. So I must thank MJ. And oh! We made our 'ending-the-sixth-class' dance show (tradition in the school) on MJs Smooth Criminal - And it's still my favourite song by him. And nobody can say he didn't know how to dance, and that's a fact. Mythology
- Well this is a bit like Aliens etc. I am that sort of non-religion-but-believe-in-everything-e lse -person. And this goes hadn to foot with history. And you gotta admit it's fascinating, right? All those myths of diffirent kind of creatures and legends of great men and gods and all that, hm? Anything from folktales to . . . the history of Middle-Earth goes. Shouting
- Yeah. I like to shout. Shouting is fun. I rarely do so though. It's a good way to release stress, only two ways are better (and the other one is only a assumption) 1. Music and 2. Blowing things up (I haven't blown anything - not that I didn't want to.) Theatre
-This goes to the same locker with ballet. I enjoy going to theatre, seeing plays and stuff like that, musicals and operas and all. I even have played in a five-man performance of Macbeth. We played only a bit though, I was, I'd say 12. (And I played the lead! With beard and all!) Theatre's that sor of experiance you can't get by watching filmed performaces on video - you have to be there, like. ~This was fun! | |
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Again.
And being sick means you are either in the bed twenty-four hours a day, eight days a week or you are surfing an' drawing and watching your favourite movies or downloading music or making animations or just madly doing something with your computer. (for example: It was around seven o'clock. I was bored out of my mind and I happened to remember that I have a compose -opition in my cellphone. So I openend the computer and searched for some sheet music and now I have two more ringtones in my phone, Here Comes The Sun and Help! by the Beatles.)
I just watched an episode of X-files, like in _years_.
Tomorrow I'll be going to see an opera, La Bohéme (or something like that).
Yesterday I went to see a movie with some o' my buddies, one of them is'nt even in the same school as me ´, so I see her very rarely. It was nice being out with them, but the movie was rather ... boring, and predictable! | |
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It's five past eleven pm, and I have (once again) slept well. I often sleep in the afternoon. And as you can see, I post several updates per day. Sometimes.
It was nice at my aunt's. We didn't go t a picnic, just celebrated in her apartment. There were many her artist friends. It was fun listening they talking. And there was a violinist.
I guess if you asked me what makes me different with people of my age (me being thirteen), I'd answer that how many young teenagers like watching opera and ballet? Because I do.
And they let me drink champagne. And my second youngest aunt, the one who is probably most important to me (of my aunts), let me have some of her cider. (And sometimes when I'm at her place (she is also a neighbor) we drink cream liquor. It's good. In the lack of a better word.)
My mom hasn't come back yet. And once again she will be drunk and wonder: 'How come you're still awake?' Because if I don't sleep in the afternoon, I will be going to bed at eight pm. | |
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