Nantalith Teglan

I accidently wrote world instead of words… “Written language contains more polysyllabic words and a wider range of worlds than spoken language”.

I think it sounds better

I can’t really say ‘honest to God’, it’s like saying ‘honest to Toothfairy’.  So if I want to convince someone of something, I never know what to say – my default is ‘truly’.  This conversation truly happened:

X:  So when are you getting married?

NT:  …  When I find someone.  [I think I'm safe]

X:  Yes, but you know, time is running out*.  How old are you now?

NT:  [I know I'm not safe] 28.

X:  See, you’ve only got two years left.

NT:  [Blink]  I have to be married before I’m 30?

X:  Yes.  And you should have your kids before 30 as well – it is better.

NT:  …  Do you smell burning?  [Timely intervention in the form of smoke coming from the restaurant kitchen.]

I didn’t even go into pointing out that I am single so I would have to find someone, the right someone, get to know them, get engaged then get married and breed all in the space of a year and a half.  And all while living in MB.  I did almost add out loud ‘while living in MB’.

In other wacky stories – I’ve been going  to yoga for a while now.  I really enjoy it, the class is relaxed and lighthearted.  The taichi was enjoyable was too stiff and serious for me.  When there are no guys in the class, conversations range and last night’s was…  A, who is sixty something, told us that she would like to see another man’s penis as her husband’s is the only one she has ever seen and she thinks he is boasting about it.    Truly!  In the space of 24 hours…

[* here I want to say 'time is running out?  I'm not dying', only that's not true because I, like everyone, am dying.]

Nyah – I now have short hair.

I’ve been trying to gain access to my email all morning but gmail has decided that I don’t need to read my emails – this has made me rather annoyed.  What made me angry was that while struggle with a machine I accidentally burnt the meringue of my lemon meringue cake and I shouldn’t have, only the grill doesn’t grill evenly – it should have been pleasantly toasted for being in too long and most of it is except for one corner which is black.  I’ve been unwell these last few days and this has just ended them perfectly…

But I did get to read Bleach and Naruto this morning and the Air Gear RAW so the day is not wasted.

It has been a number of years since I was given homework.  Today, I was given piano homework.  Apart from my finger which I cut on Sunday and getting hopelessly lost in the suburbs, the lesson was good.  I am now learning Wonderful Days without writing little letters all over the page.  Hopefully by next week I can use my finger – ideally I would like to be able to use it now as typing is an annoyance with a middle finger that must now type nine keys instead of the usual three. 

Obviously I would like to be able to play a number of things immediately but generally, I view learning music as I view learning a language – it’s never going to end and I have as long as my lifetime.  And eventually I’ll die and be nothing but I would have had fun while I lived  

Because truly, the world ends with you.

I happened across the original version of Wind Crest; I’m learning the piano version but the original is just as beautiful. And I can only find it on Youtube.

It is so beautiful.

Cupcake, sponge, lemon curd and cute.

And so terribly tasty…

When I started reading High School of the Dead, I knew it was on hiatus from the publishers but I didn’t think I would get that into it.  And it ended on such a cliffhanger.  But now, if I stop reading, I don’t know if I’ll pick it up again but at the moment I really, really want to know want happens next – argh! So fickle!

I love being on top of my studies   It means I spend the afternoon reading stuff like High School of the Dead.  It’s like Resident Evil movies with pantie shots.  It would be better without the naked girls.  I don’t know if I can say it’s enjoyable but I have been reading it since four ‘o clock. 

Speaking of Resident Evil, I’m reminded of a day some time ago when I was playing the OST [the tracks at the end of the CD] and I stepped outside into mist that was falling like the ash of Silent Hill – it was rather surreal and strangely peaceful.

The beginning is the middle and the middle is the end but the beginning is also the beginning and there is no end…  Persona 3 jumps around way to much for a tired brain to follow.  Which just goes to show, instead of reading, I should have been sleeping and dreaming.  And then my dreams would not have involved Noise [TWEWY], streets of coffins [P3] and shooting myself in the head [P3] – a weird-ass way of evoking a power.

I’m really waiting for Bleach tomorrow – I hope it comes out early   I want to see some cool Visored action.