jheti: (hi christopher)
I don't know why I try anymore; I don't have anything to say. Nolo contendere.

I always wake up a little different when I stay up past three, watching the numbers neon white climbing higher and higher.

I've. Gone through a lot of studying, and I'm rereading A Little Princess, and in fact have switched to reading children's books for convenience, because it's the only way I can get a story done in the amount of time I have to myself anymore.

The real reason I used to write so much is a simple one: I wake up in the morning hating everything.

The icon is apropos of nothing; I just wanted to use it.

We're all basically alone,
Despite what all the studies have shown
What was mistaken for closeness
Was just a case for mitosis


A friend of mine pointed me at Andrew Bird, and this is his only song that I like. It's the percussion. And the alienation, but what's amazing about it is the percussion.

It was anything but hear the voice
ANYTHING but hear the voice
That says that we're all basically alone


Swing their fists at anything that looks like easy prey

I hate spring and I hate that everything is cold and blue.

I'm so afraid of sunsets, did I tell you, I go indoors and wait for the night, wait for the night, I'm waiting for the night to fall, when everything is bearable.

I wrote a fistful of poems, and they weren't awful.

That's all she wrote.
jheti: (adventures of courage wolf)
I'm a lowdown gangsta set trippin' banga.

EXPELLIARMUS?

DO I LOOK LIKE A BITCH?

Beauty and the Beast. And if anyone else calls you Beast, I'll rip their lungs out. ♥
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (beautiful snowflake)
Burial is just everything I need right now, the bridge between where I just left and where I am going, psychologically, psychosocially, inside and outside. My worldview has been altered, attenuated, only this time by sharing the experiences of a real person, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Oh. I found a pill that results in functional all-nighters with a minimum of side-effects. I took one four days ago at nine pm, hit a delicious slow-gathering euphoria between three and four am, took an hour's nap at two-thirty pm.

Really, really wanted to sleep and popped another one instead at four pm. This resulted in nothing worse than mild nausea. I went on about the rest of my day until eleven pm.

Thirsty as hell the next morning, but otherwise, nada. None of the energy drink twitches or heart clutch. None of the minor visual illusions and dead-dog fatigue of mere coffee.

FELLOW GRAD STUDENTS AND/OR ANYONE STUCK ON THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT: Go buy up all the FocusFactor you can grab before the government figures out this shit exists. You're welcome. ♥

It might also be good for jet lag, though I haven't tested this yet.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
On the heels of every hope walks Dathan.

I am a stonecutter. The Pharaohs like their images cut deep.

I put no blood on my door!

Then stone bleeds.
jheti: (moonwalker)
It's kind of awesome, because you can hear where he didn't actually need AutoTune.

I think I've spammed you one of my favorites over and over, not an MJ track but yeah. Surf rock that melted in space, dessicated machine hearts grinding to a halt, and on rolls the recording, tireless and entirely without life or death.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
YOU GUYS: LAURA MARLING.

If you like Ellie Goulding, Florence, or Mumford and Sons, you will be pleased, I promise.

And before you spend text telling me that The Right Name for the artist is Florence + The Machine?

I fucking know. ♥
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (beautiful snowflake)
Do you visualize colors with your music? I'm not synaesthetic, but I have awesome ideas of color that can burst up hard and sudden for certain songs, so I make sure to have them on when I want to draw or make icons or fuck around at doing origami, even though I'm not the greatest ever at any of these hobbies.

The colors, Duke; the colors.

Slam has the most amazingly incredible blue intro that ripples down in white and into a hard copper-golden hip-hop sample before muddying out; the song on the average is a hard red-brown. Sorry there's a half-naked man flashin' him rolls atchu.

IS THIS BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSS REALLY STRONG ENOUGH.

Tigerlily is this amazing orchid-pink-orange assault that gets brighter and more as you crank the volume. Something in the drum kit is this amazing BRIGHT pink, pop pop sizzle.

Deer Stop is green, grey green black green, deep forest moss, and it smells like a paper mill. I am not making that up. Felt Mountain is the only album about which I have ever had an idea of smell, and it is the smell of a paper mill.

...I don't know either.

Rasputina songs tend to have these little licks and pops in the yellow-to-green spectrum. Fletcher Christian lives at the top of a golden mountain with titanium-white cliffs.

In Old Yellowcake is a notable brown-red-indigo exception.

And put your face in the gutter of a snakepit
And turn the page on a story that has long since found a home


I now have some kind of overload headache and a feeling like an itch I can't reach. So. There you are.
jheti: (boogie woogie bugle)
And we drank to stars and heroes,
buried deep beneath the sand.

OH. Pact With God. AT LAST.

For months I have had this withdrawal, I cannot even express.

Everything is a joke on itself.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
For the first time in days, I feel something like alive. I got seven hours and my brain is at least operating. And I've spent an hour and a half on a research jag for an acquaintance, and I was diverted and happy while I was doing it, because it's one of those things I've decided I'm kind of interested in, old blues culture and drug references. Y'all, y'all, just guess what Reefer Man was really about.

If I knew why, I probably wouldn't be as interested. It started here; with the only Venetian Snares song I've ever actually paid money for. Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

It somehow grew, as these things do, and now my I-Pod is full of Nina Simone and Dinah Shore. My parents can't stand Billie Holiday.

I-Tunes thinks things about my demographic that are shockingly incorrect, based on this marketing data.

Though I will be all over Janelle Monae as soon as my aid check gets here. I've been rubbin' two nickels together for a month, tryin' to get 'em to mate.

You don't see with your eyes you perceive with your mind
And all the girlies say
I don't ever wanna drink again
In this way, our minds were locked together
In faith, I do not love thee
And in between I drink
Black coffee


Certain it is, and sure. Ah, life were cold without them.

In other news, I don't mind the Yeah Yeah Yeahs as much when they're eviscerated into dubstep.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (oh fabulous!)
I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this so very much.

I am gearing up for a weekend of responding to no less than a dozen prompts?

People who are actually IN an abusive relationship probably shouldn't mainline Rasputina in the first place but whatever, consider this your trigger warning. )
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
I lied. this is my favorite song right now.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (ghost ship)
Okay, it's been a year, I figure I'm safe. From what I'm not sure, to start using this as a personal journal again; stream of consciousness for the win, woo woo brain piss.

I more or less think like this, when I'm unguarded and not showing off for company. )
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
SHADOWRUN HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS ENTRY.

IF YOU ARE AT ALL INTO DnB or funk or awesome vocal samples

GO TO YOUTUBE

TYPE IN NETSKY

YOU ARE FUCKING WELCOME

THEY HAVE HIS SHIT IN ITUNES UNF UNF UNF *gasp* oh.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
I can't even, I can't EVEN, oh.

IT JUST GETS BETTER THE LOUDER YOU TURN IT UP.

eta: No seriously they do.

FLAT SINGING WILL EAT THE UNIVERSE :D :D :D
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
I LIED. I LOVE SHOES. I NEED HER SNEAKERS. THE GREY ONES. ADSFKLJ:DFSKJDFSJKLS.

It looks like the inside of my head, it looks like this recurring nightmare I have with a blank Max Headroom sort of face that de-rezzes everything, which, you don't know what that is, but it terrified me when I was nine.

DID YOU KNOW I-TUNES DOESN'T HAVE Ellie Goulding? I MEAN, WHY THE FUCK NOT?

THEY DIDN'T HAVE THAT BADASS TORI AMOS SONG EITHER. (What did I just type.)

THEY DON'T HAVE Astrud Astronette.

A-at least they have Lamb and Over the Rhine.

BUT STILL. NO ELLIE. I WAS SO PISSED.

I WANT TO GIVE THIS WOMAN MY MONEY BECAUSE SHE IS TALENTED. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?

Now that you know my very hairy secret, make me some recommendations?

Or else I'm going to give up and buy Pokerface.

FRIENDS DO NOT LET FRIENDS BUY POKERFACE.

HELP. GLUB, GLUB, GLUB.
jheti: (moonwalker)
This tune does things to one's backbone, ala` The Greater Good.

I. I don't even notice the raggaeton anymore. Sometimes I catch myself nodding my head to it.

God help us all.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
STOLEN FROM adsjklfds I take all her memes ♥
ONE: Open up your music player and post lines from the first 20 songs that come up.
TWO: Make your flist guess the songs for fun and mostly just fun
THREE: ???
FOUR: PROFIT!

Using only my Ipod on shuffle, because honestly, that reflects my tastes better than my music folder, which is...musty...ever since I went legit.

SKIPPING ALL THE INSTRUMENTAL BREAKCORE )

(Hah, no, that closing note is basically priceless; I think we'll leave it there.

Also, I-Tunes, if you could carry more Nero's Day at Disneyland, that would be awesome. As it is, Stretched Linen over Contorted Bodies, while an apt approximation of Things Jheti Is Actually Afraid Of, is NOT AN ADEQUATE REPLACEMENT FOR Pact with God AHAHAHAHAHA THERE IS SOME IRONY THERE.)
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (get dirty with the people spreadin' the)
You have nice eyes?

I've been waiting all my life for someone like you?

You keep talking.

This is all I hear.
jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (Default)
So. Forever ago, I heard some music in the coffee-shop and my breath caught, because it was so pretty. But I never learned the artist or song name. And sometimes it would haunt my dreams.

And then I found Pandora I forget how, and. De-Phazz were really close, but not the song.

It is Bitter:Sweet. As I somehow found out through I-Tunes.

Ohmygod they had an album out just last year and will there be more and oh, it just gets lovelier every time I hear it.

This may be the closest to an extant Splashdown that I have yet heard. Albeit much less rock and much more jazz.

Oh the vocals. Just. Oh.

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