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So.

Here. )

EDIT: so, I was picking up my sister from her school, because the poor duck still has a few weeks left, and as I entered the stupid horseshoe that is the front entrance, I notice roughly 8 people standing much like sentinels at the very edge of the school grounds, right in front of the exits, hold piles of mini-bibles in their arms.

Apparently, people aren't peddling pot to kids anymore, but the Selective Word Of God.
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Every now and then it really hits me, I mean really hits me: I have a boy, a boyfriend--I have someone. Incredible. The idea still lights a glow in me every time I think about it.

This past grrr--I have so not been behind the eightball this week, it's not even funny. I've been late for just about everything 23rd of March has marked six months. Six months. Six wonderful months that have floated by far too quickly.

Looking back, it seems strange that I have ever not known Nicholas. It's humbling how important a person can become in such a relatively short span of time. And he's very important to me.

If I've learned anything over the short, chaotic course of my life, it's to cherish the good things and be grateful for them--never disregard them or neglect them. I can't say that I've always abided by these rules; I've made some stupid mistakes that have cost me friendships and relationships, either through neglect or disregard or both.

But by God, I know enough to know a good thing when I'm neck deep in it. I'm not called Miss Oblivious for nothing! ^^;

And, in honour of the day, I have uploaded a bunch of songs for download! I tried to stay away from overly sappy songs, and I think I have a good mix of upper beat ones mixed with the slower, softer ballad-y ones. I had no particular theme in mind, and these songs are just songs that bring a smile to my face and a hum to my lips.

Enjoy! )
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Live, by request: tragicomic emo music )
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Um, hi. Well. It's been ... a while since I surfaced, hasn't it? I have no real excuse but that's I'm lazy and have the attention span of a gnat. Which doesn't really make anything clear, but there you go.

Ah! But I do have a semi-real reason for posting; first off: MUSIC )

The other thing I wanted to do was post my CD cover for one of my august trade mixes (for [livejournal.com profile] indiemixtrade). This time instead of a sort of pop-art/graphic art/goth punk-ish feel, I was totally basing my design off of old, french art nouveau posters. I liked the way it turned out ... Except for the goddamned green. In retrospect I really should have used red for the background, but que sera sera right? Right. So I am going to stop obsessing.

Inner!Esme: Riiiiight. Sure you are.

Esme: Shut up. I will. Am, am!

Inner!Esme: Of course you are.

Esme: Sarcasm much. Leave me alone.

Inner!Esme: Want a cookie?

Esme: ... Fine. -_-;

music

Jul. 23rd, 2005 06:59 pm
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I'm bored. And I have the computer to myself. So I went on a yousendit spree and I've uploaded a whole whack of songs for those who wants 'em.

So without further ado; music, for the young and disenfranchised. )
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So, my sisters and I were talking about severed fingers and lost virginity over french fries. )

But, um, yeah. Conversations like that happens to me with surprising frequency.

Anyway.

Saturday. Day after April Fool's. Hope everyone had a good one not that I've ever really done anything about it ... . On a completely unrelated note, my entire family is thinking of up and going to Kauai for two-plus weeks in the summer, if not longer. If we can rustle up the funds. And Emily can get the time off work. And I can find a job to help pay for said trip.

I really hope we can go; I think it will probably be the last time I get to travel until I'm finished with most of school. I've decided that I'm going to have to learn to reconcile with the fact that I will indeed be a starving student. Le sigh. But, I'm looking forward to going back to school in the fall. The time off was what I needed to get my head clear.

Not much has been happening to me lately; my life seems to be in some strange bubble of stasis. That may just be because I'm not terribly social, and not having an outlet that forces me to be among people (school, work, etc) is turning me into more of an introvert than I already am. Not a bad thing, necessarily, but not really a great one either.

But enough about me; I have some recommendations for people.

Music )

Manga )

TV/Movies )

...And that's about it. I'm tired. And I have to do the dishes. And I have to write more for HoL. And some original stories I've been batting around. And finish that picture I was working on. And get a job. And pick up my sister from work.

Ooo, but on the plus side, I get to read a new chapter of D.Gray-man. Yay!

Yes, I am that simple ...
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Eh. Bored with life. Into chapter 4 of HoL for about 8 pages. Still looking for job because work = money = pay bills.

Really, really want to go to Italy.

Registered for a art show in March, with ambiguous consent. actually, the only reason I did is because if I didn't my mother would have commandeered some of my sketches and entered them for me Honestly, it's not that bad, but I just have this thing where I don't like putting myself out there. Just gives me the willies. That's partly why I like the semi-anonymity that the net gives a girl.

Despite my whining, I've uploaded the two aforementioned sketches for viewing pleasure (or not). Behind a LJ cut because, well, they are not exactly worksafe--BUT they are tasteful. Hopefully. Maybe. Ah, whatever.

They are not very scan-tacular because I was using a pocket digital camera which has, like, no resolution at all, and scanning them removed a bit of the color because I was scanning them already framed and in a bit of a glare (from the sunlight in my driveway, because there wasn't any really good light inside).

So here they are )

Chapter 4 should be out, maybe, by the weekend. But, I am having a struggle with Naruto. he is just not listening to me. Blah!

Also--everyone needs to download "Finally" by the Frames, "Milk" by Kings of Leon, "Tumble & Fall" by Feeder, and "Half light" by Athlete, and absolutely anything by Arcade Fire.
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So. I finally did it.

I quit my job.

Wow, it feels so good to say that. I've been working at this call center for two years, and the way I figure it two years is long enough to listen to all the crack-jobs and the genuine hard-luck cases.

I'm quitting my job. Ah, it gives me the shivers. Happy shivers, but shivers none the less.

On a lighter note, I went and saw the Trews on Sunday night for a (belated) 21th birthday celebration. They were so incredably good. The drummer did a drum solo that had the entire room dancing, and the opening bands were brilliant as well. The Waking Eyes did an wonderful cover of Wally the Walrus and Matt Mays had some of the best guitar work that I've heard in a long time. But that may have just been the Paralyzers talking.

Good times, good times.

And, on a completely unrelated note, everyone should download "The Bear" (live) by My Morning Jacket. It's a bit rockabilly, but don't let that deter you. It has one of the most gorgeous guitar lines I've ever heard anywhere; it's very near orgasmic. And the everyone should download the cover of "Every you, Every me," by the Wondermints. It's fun.
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And it's brilliant. I didn't particularly care for Modest Mouse's first album, but this one is deliciously dance-able.
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You know what? Cars are the tools of evil.

I just shelled out $300 bucks to get a new exhaust system. I mean, it's not like I couldn't have tooled around in it without one; but because I a) don't want to get pulled over by the cops for air-pollution and b) can't hear myself think when I'm driving, it's actually rather worth it for me.

But even so, $300 dollars?! Good God. I think that my checkbook just threatened to commit suicide on me.

I am so poor!

But why would I need a new exhaust system you ask? Well, the I-5 interstate highway is a bitter hag and I hate it. But the concert was good.

And I got the T-shirt )
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Why is it so impossible for people to just enjoy music?

I know, I know; I'm just screaming into the abyss. But really, does everything have to be divided so sharply? I know that not everyone who likes one type of music will like another, but does that call for such deep moats to be drawn between them?

I like music. In fact, I love it. And I like a fairly wide range of it. I like Trice, but I don't have any piercings. I like Chopin, but I don't play the piano. I like the Rolling Stones, but I don't play a guitar. But I listen to it all.

I think that everyone should.

Music is so influential, so powerful and beautiful that trying to cordon it off into little sections stunts it's growth. You have to at least appreciate the other genres out there, if not like or listen to them. For anyone to have the guts, the ambition and--dare I say--vision, to put themselves out there, they deserve at least a little grudging respect.

See, I think that music is meant ot be enjoyed, whether the tune is mindless or deep. I have music in my head, you see. Not bands and singers, like I listen to: I have choral guitars dueling with rockers singing Ava Maria's. I have pounding drums keep time for violin concertinas. I have full blown symphonies of sound sliding around the inside of my skull. There's a cacophony of strings and drums and pianos and melody lines that I sometimes think that my head will explode.

But this is a good thing. It really is.
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Question: if music is meant to be enjoyed, then why should one type of music be more approved of than others? If music is a thing that's meant to be shared and to create discussion and commentary and revolutions, then why should we be deliberately cruel or condescending to those who don't listen to what we like?

While at work today, Matt and I were talking about music. He'd started the conversation by grabbing my walkman and asking me what was in it.

"My Morning Jacket," I replied, delighted to share this sweetly wonderful band that sounds like the lost love-child of Neil Young and the Rolling Stones.

"My what?" He asked incredulously.

"My Morning Jacket," I repeated matter-of-fact. I was used to that kind of reaction to my musical tastes. When you live is a backwater town, there's not a whole lot of variety to widen the gene-pool, so to speak. Kids like the offspring of what their parents like, or whatever was it on MuchMusic: whether sweet, sexy or satanic. He got a strange look on his face and put my CD player back, and I didn't think about it any further.

Later, during lunch, he asked me what kind of music I listened to. And--of course--music being one of my greatest passions, I started to talk about the band on the front of my mind for the moment: the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. It's only natural, looking back at it, especially because I'm going to be seeing them live in about 48 hours.

"The who?" He squawked again, getting that strange look back on his face. It looked like he'd just smelt something funny.

"The Yeah Yeah Yeahs," I repeated again patiently. I knew he listened to punk (he had brought a CD booklet full of great punky bands), and I'd assumed that he'd at least heard of the YYYs. The look on his face intensified.

"Oh God," He muttered, voice trapped somewhere between a groan and a muffled scream. "You're a scenester."

"A what?" I asked blankly. I'd never heard the term before.

He gave me a derisive look. "A scenester." He didn't elaborate further. And he didn't continue the conversation. It was as if by saying those few words and turned myself into a leper.

It took me a while to figure it out. I guess a scenester is someone who likes the newest and most "cutting edge" bands and singers in the music world. Someone who hops band-wagon (pun entirely intended) every time a newer "it" group comes along.

I was furious.

I'd seen treatment like this before, but it had always been directed towards people who said they liked Brittany Spears in a crowd of punk/hard rock enthusiasts (for example). I'd seen treatment like this, but had never been treated like this. I was so beyond furious that I thought I'd choke on my own rage, and I'm a fairly easy-going person to begin with.

It sickened me that someone would categorize me by what I listened too, especially considering that he had no idea who they were, these "scenester" bands that I was listening to. He'd never heard of them, and he'd never heard them. Period. End of sentence.

Truthfully, I've only been listening to My Morning Jacket for about six months, or more. But the YYYs . . . I've been a fan of their for at the very least a year, it not more. But that wasn't what really got to me, having had some time to look back on it.

To judge someone on what music they listen to, especially when you've never even heard of the band, or've only heard of them by reputation--whatever it may be--is horible. It's like judging someone by looks, or by second-hand information. It's the kind of egotistical bullshit that I thought we'd evolved past.

Certainly, I'll be the first to admit that I've laughed at a Brittany or Justin joke, and I'd never ever buy a CD by an American (or Canadian) Idol, but I do admire them because they have the balls to actually go out and do what they want to do. This is regardless of any other facts. Regardless of money or talent. If you had the guts to stand up in front of a crowd of millions, even if it was only to make an ass of yourself lipsyscning a song that you didn't even write, I would be the first to stand and applaud because, by God, I'd never be able to.

I do not believe it's okay to be a music snob.

I believe that everyone is entitled to their own opinion and tastes, and while I may not agreed, I won't shun you because you listen to music that I don't. I'll try like hell to convert you, but I won't treat you like some mentally debilitated handicap.

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