sleep habits and germaphobic tendencies

My sleep habits are way out of the boundary of 'bad'; their Terrible! Well, actually, if I compare from a few years ago, maybe they've gotten better? And then worse? And then better? And then worse? Oh? Do I see a pattern going on here. Well, I really need to straighten it out. Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and (I'm not gonna lie) I'm actually dreading all the company coming over tomorrow. It's just...awkward. There's people I'm not so good with cramming into our little house. My sister's soon to be fiance, and she's not here... I'm quite sure my dad will behave himself(I hope). If I'm forced to eat my dad's fruit plate, I'm going to make myself throw-up(not serious, since that's even scarier). He never washes his hands for anything. I've become sort-of a germaphobe because of him. Eww.

A Line-Storm Song

A Line-Storm Song

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.

The birds have less to say for themselves
In the wood-world’s torn despair
Than now these numberless years the elves,
Although they are no less there:
All song of the woods is crushed like some
Wild, easily shattered rose.
Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,
Where the boughs rain when it blows.

There is the gale to urge behind
And bruit our singing down,
And the shallow waters aflutter with wind
From which to gather your gown.
What matter if we go clear to the west,
And come not through dry-shod?
For wilding brooch shall wet your breast
The rain-fresh goldenrod.

Oh, never this whelming east wind swells
But it seems like the sea’s return
To the ancient lands where it left the shells
Before the age of the fern;
And it seems like the time when after doubt
Our love came back amain.
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.

-Robert Frost

Fly Me to the Moon

I've been researching 1920's movies for a history class group assignment. This came up while looking them up on youtube. Love it. It's so funny how he sticks out his arms at the end. Fly me to the Moon is a song my family has a lot of ties to.

I also love Charlie Chaplin's vids.

Prisoner of Love

Utada Hikaru! Prisoner of Love! I don't think I ever heard this song of hers until yesterday.

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Lemon Elegy

Lemon Elegy

You had been so waiting for a lemon
In your sad and white and bright deathbed,
Your perfect teeth bit with a crunch
Into the lemon you took from my hand.
A topaz coloured scent arose.
Those few drops of heavenly lemon juice
Suddenly made you normal again.
Your shining lucid eyes smiled gently,
You gripped my hand with such a healthy strength!
Though there was a storm in your throat,
In these last moments of your life
You became the old Chieko again,
You focused a life of love into one moment
And then you took a big breath
Like on the mountain peaks long ago,
And in that breath your engine shut down.
Today, once again, under the cherry blossoms
By your photograph, I'll put a coldly shining lemon. 

-Kotaro Takamura

I just love the Chieko Poems, especially this one.

The Chieko Poems 

Final Distance

Some of Utada Hikaru's best songs are hidden so it's hard to find them. This is one.
Distance remix m-flo

Utada Hikaru made the ballad version of this song (Final Distance) after hearing about a school stabbing where a 6-year old girl had died. Rena Yamashita (the girl that died) had won an essay contest about how she wanted to be like Utada Hikaru.

if you want to read more:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Final_Distance
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osaka_school_massacre

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or something

ahhh, even though I hardly have any homework, I'm finding it hard to do the things I want to do. Like write. Or sleep. Or read. Or something. How frustrating.

Passion

Utada Hikaru is largely to blame for my love of Japanese music. I think I'll post some more of her.

I love how this music video is so random.

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Fidelity amv

This freakin' amv always makes me cry.

from the anime movie Wolf Children Ame and Yuki.