Okay, so I know I've said this of many songs (Regret, Mozart's 25th, Grieg's Morning Mood...) before, but I just might have found the most beautiful classical music composition ever.
Here be:


Not only is this like the most haunting and sad piece of music on it's own, the memories that I have of it are just terrible.
The scene in which the song is played is a nightmare sequence of Moomintroll's. He has a nightmare about Snufkin sailing on a little boat in the middle of a big, big, enormous sea. And then a monster comes up from the water and attacks Snufkin. And I can't even remember how it ends - Moomintroll probably just falls from the bed or something, but still. It's just terrible, and I was always really scared (there were only two things in the whole series worse than this: the Lady of the Cold and the Ghost Ship) when that scene was on when I was a kid, and one of the main reasons was probably the amazingly powerful music.
It was traumatizing (no giant turtles for me) and right now listening to it it just . . . worth a new tag, really.

Then the normal stuff:

Personal life:

School:
Four lessons of Art today - finished my 'Wheel of Time' (supposedly surrealistic) acrylic painting and decided that I'll remake Hugo Simberg's The Garden of Death - painting as a photograph. Now, all I need is a camera. . .
Then was the Maths test, which I think was quite easy, but I know I shouldn't say this 'cause if I do I'll get a 8 of it.

After school me and S. went to library - she had to borrow a book for her sister and I ended up walking out with the Beatles' Rubber Soul and Philip K. Dick's some book I can't recall the name. Then we went to the local Chinese and took some take waay, then I came home (she did so as well) and now I've been just sitting here and nothing.

Non-School:
*yawn*
I didn't have anything to say, until I yawned just there.
I've been waking up at amazing hours. I go to sleep between, um... six and twelve, and whenever it's closer to six I wake up before five o'clock. (And if I don't I still have an alarm waking me up between five-twenty and five-fifty. Need some time to wake up, you know.) Then I lie in bed for about two hours and then get up and go to school.
...
Mind you, I get reminded of how we talked ab - well, that is to say, they talked and I happened to be in the room - out the . . . eccentric ways of life of artists' today during our art lesson.

Non-personal:
Today is Bonzo's death day. For that, this:

We also have Page's beard.