Do you ever randomly remember stuff you've read ages ago and just can't get it out of your head? And you can't find it anywhere?
I do, and it's driving me crazy. First of all, I've had this obsession with a story book I OWN and read multiple times while growing up; problem is, it's nowhere to be found! It's a Chinese story, about a poor fisherman and 7 sisters of the sea, that help him become the king after rescuing the youngest of them. The illustrations are so beautiful! (and I really want to make icons of them)
I'm this close to taking out all the books in my house and putting them back again, just to find it... and I really don't want to do that, because last time, we were swamped for weeks.
And then there's this fanfic... Read it almost 8 years ago and I can't find it anywhere. 49 chapters of exquisite LotR R-rated het h/c fic, brilliant characterization, breathtaking descriptions, all written in academic English and it's GONE. Vanished. There's not a shred of it on the entire Interwebz. My only hope lies with the people who actually saved it on their HDs, if there are such kind souls willing to share.
Google has failed me, Internet. Don't do the same.
Miss Beyonce goes all the way to Moscow to see "The Swan Lake" (and I swear to God, if that was a Bolshoi Teatr performance, then I lose faith in humanity) and there's 5 pages of comments, bitching about her wearing a fur coat. Which looked amazing, btw. Can we please focus on what's the really cool news here?! IT'S THE MOSCOW BALLET, YOU MORONS! AND BEYONCE ATTENDED. HOW FUCKING COOL IS THAT?!
Yes, I have a fascination with Russia (the Imperial one) and one of my greatest dreams is to visit Moscow and Sankt Petersburg.
Screw Versailles, I'd rather sleep on the steps of The Hermitage for a week.
Note to self: bad fanfiction is worse than you think. Don't read it, not even out of curiosity.
In other news, autumn is such a strange season - the trees are so lovely, colored in yellows, browns and faint green, and yet, I can only feel depressed. It's like the sun shines only a couple of weeks every year and then we're back to waking up on bleak mornings and coming home from work in complete darkness.
The good side is that we're so close to skiing season! ^____^
My grandpa has the coolest stories to tell, but as with most of the discussions going on in this family, they're about history, politics and people, not so much about the goings on in his life.
So it figures that a story about a ladybug who apparently survived 4 days in our fridge, perched on some grapes, then got washed in the sink when grandpa tried to eat them and finally got rescued half an hour ago, only to find herself on our kitchen window, on a dark, stormy night, has turned in a rant about the crappy way our politicians treat us, the way they sold everything in this country and how we probably can't do anything about it. This, in turn, brought thoughts on the beginnings of communism, Ceausescu's goal for the last 20 years of his 'reign' and how different parts of this land have people so different from each other. Goes to show that history does indeed have a say in the development of one's people and its attitude when dealing with the outside world. And the one inside.
Talk to your elders before it's too late. You might think you know everything about a given subject, but there's nothing like first hand experience. And you never know when they'll be gone for good and you'll regret the days when no words were spoken.
And its keeping me from getting up to date with my favorite tv shows. I know I'm always late to the party (still at the 3rd season of BSG - which ended in March, if I remember correctly) but while I'm 'partying' by myself, I'd like to watch the entire series in peace, episodes back to back. Is that too much to ask, Life?
Roadtrips with grandparents are .... ugh, it's hard to decide how I feel about this. On the one hand, I'm glad I took my grandpa 'home' (that is, where he was born, 200 miles away), since he's 80 and all.... but that doesn't mean we've had any peace and quiet back home. Actually, if I think about it, I can't even remeber what I spent that week doing. Huh.
Anyway, the point is, even with all the fun we've had choosing different places to visit, all the beautiful sights we've seen (trust me, this country is more beautiful than in pictures; I've never thought I'd see green pastures, filled with flowers and virgin forests in real life; it sort of gives me hope, but for what, I don't know) and experiences the shared with us, I can't help but groan at the thought of doing such a trip any time soon. I mean just the thought of grandma bitching left, right and center about everything, fussing about bf, although he was perfectly fine, and having fits at the moment we considered another road ('cause she wanted to get home *rolls eyes*) is enough for me to reconsider this whole deal as a fiasco. And the whining... -_________-
At least I'm home and I can finally get around to watching the rest of Supernatural, season 2. I told you I'm always late to the party. =P
Bwahahaha... Awesome. The funny thing is this: as I answered the questions, I kept telling myself "whoa, am I this boring in real life? I wonder which of the characters is the lame one... oh, oh, I bet it'll be one of the 'red suits' *snort* ".
Well, I was correct, at least about the red suit. =P My God, but I love this man, in or out of character. He's just all around awesome; I could listen to him read aaaall day long. I bet he makes good company for tea-time. ;]
Michael dying didn't affect me as much as I thought. I love his music and what he did, but him, in person, was never that close to me. I don't know why, I've had crushes on him every now and then, and I always thought that he was an innocent man, no matter what came at him.
I spent that night of the 25 online, accidentally finding out about him on a forum. Along came the shock of him gone, but after that... nothing. I went and listened to the music and it was as fresh as day one, but I didn't cry my eyes out, like my sis and so many other did. I still don't understand why.
But when little Paris spoke, it finally clicked. Not from the point of view of a fan or his music, but from a human being's view: this beautiful little girl lost her dad. And here she is, the only person in this world that made me remember that a human being died, not Michael, not MJ, not the King of Pop, star of a media circus, in life and in death, but a tortured man who loved his children more than anything. I hope that little girl is happy in her life and that she treasures her memories and never betrays them. You were the most onest person in that room, Paris, bless your heart.
As for the others.... ugh, "media circus" is the right term to describe this. I know brothers are supposed to be close to each other, but these siblings seemed so... eager to be on that stage it actually seemed fake to me. The news are unbearable to me, to the point of tiring. Let him be guys, he needs to rest now.