The opening ceremonies were amazing. In several words: wow, pretty, impressive, artistic. I was surprised when the printing blocks opened up to people. I had thought that they were hydraulic(sp?)!
Other than that, mom is making pickles, which makes the house smell all weird. I don't really like that.
I went shopping yesterday. Didn't get any shirts, which is what we actually went for, but I did get a bunch of new books, and that makes me happy. I'm gonna shop for shirts online.
My favorite artsy-anime-that-is-often-confused-with-a-Gibli-movie that I mentioned last post has been licensed. I found that out at break today. My first reaction, after the extreme elation I felt o'course, was "By who?" I've looked around since then, and can't find who. Frustrating...
Is this how the world ends?
Is this how the world ends?
Is this how the world ends?
Not in a bang, but a whimper?
At least, that's what that one old poem says. Also, that one fire and ice thing by Robert Frost... Can't remember it though. But I've been saying that to myself for a few days at work, singing it under my breath. Can't put it to a solid tune though.
We've got mice in the attic. I can hear them from where I sit at the upstairs computer. I have faith that our cats will catch them though, when the mice come down that is. No one goes in our attic with much frequency.
So yeah, Kino's Journey. Love that series. It's what's got me on this introspective mood, just looking at Kino's Journey wallpapers. The stories are sadly beautiful. I fully recommend that anime, as well as Mushishi, which has a similar feel. Heck, so does Mononoke, to an extent. (Note: I don't mean Princess Mononoke, or Mononoke Hime. Mononoke is a completely different thing.) They're all beautiful series. I truly admire the main characters. Kino-chan is awesome and I truly look up to her. (No, Kino is not a boy, as some may assume from her tomboy clothes and attitude.) Ginko of Mushishi is attractive in a strong quiet way, and tries to handle things with a minimum of death and harm, which I admire. The medicine seller of Mononoke is extremely hot and sexy, as well as smart and powerful. He is someone I'd fawn over if I ever saw him. He is so awesome, he doesn't even need a proper name, he's just known as The(capitalized on purpose) medicine seller.
I love introspective episodic series like those. Plus, the are of Mononoke is truly beautiful. Like it was beat with the pretty stick, over and over again. Y'know, the pretty stick as opposed to the ugly stick?
See you when I see you.
Ana, Lalita observed, was drunk. Very durnk. So drunk that she was ranting about her Before. Ana was very closed mouthed about her Before, the time before she joined the Lamplit Thousand. All most people knew was that she had been with Vaa since they were children. Vaa, in fact wasn't very far away, just as drunk as Ana. He was stairing at her, a vague look in those shadowy eyes.
Lalita took another sip of her wine and contemplated her old friends. She had met them on the first day of basic training. They were close then, but were eager to accept her into their small group. Lalita was always the third wheel, and had resinged herself to such.
Vaa was never a nice person. He played nasty tricks on people and had a nasty evil giggle. Ana adored him. She protected his fragle body with her great strength and he, in return, looked after her in his own way. Lalita was always on the sidelines watching them. She lent assistance however she could, and defended their reputations with all her might.
It seemed all the wine was getting to her, however. Slowly, she began to cry. "Being 'third wheel'," Lalita bemoaned, "is so lonely!" And she began to sob.
Almost instantly Ana was in front of her, drunkenly peering into Lalita's eyes. "Ey," she slured "y'all right?"
Not one to lie to her friends, Lalita shook her head. "I think I should go to bed now..." Lalita stumbled to her feet. She swayed as she realized that she was more drunk than she had thought.
"We will walk you back to your room," Vaa declared, standing up, quickly steading himself.
"Thank you," Lalita whispered drunkenly. "Thank you."
As they stumbled from the small drinking room in (the only one in their sector of the compound) people staired at the three people, not known for getting drunk, making their way tipsily back to their rooms.
After delivering Lalita safely to her room, bumping into no few things along the way, Vaa and Ana stood outside their friend's door for a moment.
From inside, Lalita could sense the tension in the air. It broke when Vaa stutteringly said, "Y-your room or mine?" Then there was a thump of Ana tumbling to the floor in susprise.
A moment later Ana said, "Mine. Your bed is tiny!"
"So it is, so it is," Vaa replied. And then they left.
And Lalita climbed into bed to go to sleep.
