levity: (desire lives in the heart)
Half of the time I feel like I'm walking around speaking Entish. Not really speaking Entish, of course- I can't, for one, and I think I'd notice if I woke up one day speaking in Tolkien's tongues- and this is not a metaphor that would come to me organically, only my dreams last night involved, among other things, reading a song in The Two Towers I'm not sure actually exists, and that I don't remember enough of to be able to check whether or not it does without going through the book. Moral of the story is never to leave your copies of The Lord of the Rings anywhere you aren't, because you never know when you will have to verify the existence of a passage.

Point is, half of the time I feel like I'm speaking Entish, taking ages and ages to say something that is comprehensible to almost no one, if that, but that I couldn't translate even if I wanted to. If I were reading anything new I'd quote from it, but I haven't been reading anything new in a long time, I haven't been reading anything lately except Fellowship and a whole stack of Madeleine L'Engles I know by heart, and I don't know how to talk about anything.

The brother is out to prom and Arsenal play Blackburn later. The parents are out because they accompanied the brother to the talk and dinner Ateneo gives its Merit scholars (they got the Director's Listers' equivalent three years ago with me, so that's six meals total they've robbed the Ateneo of) and they decided to eat out at Eastwood. This time last year the brother was out to prom and Arsenal were due to play someone- you know, it might have been the horrific 4-4 Newcastle game, but I can't be sure- and I meant to watch but didn't wake up in time for and I'd just found A Severed Wasp in Book Sale, so maybe it's a seasonal absolute-nothing-and-attempts-to-fill-it-in-with-Madeleine-L'Engle thing? Anyway, since I don't feel like having my arms pulled out of their sockets by an overenthusiastic pit bull, I'm letting Ribbons out in front, and giving you all music while waiting for her to calm down.


This was originally meant for me and the general audience, and that's still whom the commentary was written for, but it is now dedicated to Guia. Just say the word, and so on. I feel like that's the only thing I ever say in times like these, but this time it's because you will always be much more of a reasonable adult that I am, and so I have to make the immature comments. Not, of course, that it is any less meant.


Track list and commentary. )
levity: (desire lives in the heart)
Half of the time I feel like I'm walking around speaking Entish. Not really speaking Entish, of course- I can't, for one, and I think I'd notice if I woke up one day speaking in Tolkien's tongues- and this is not a metaphor that would come to me organically, only my dreams last night involved, among other things, reading a song in The Two Towers I'm not sure actually exists, and that I don't remember enough of to be able to check whether or not it does without going through the book. Moral of the story is never to leave your copies of The Lord of the Rings anywhere you aren't, because you never know when you will have to verify the existence of a passage.

Point is, half of the time I feel like I'm speaking Entish, taking ages and ages to say something that is comprehensible to almost no one, if that, but that I couldn't translate even if I wanted to. If I were reading anything new I'd quote from it, but I haven't been reading anything new in a long time, I haven't been reading anything lately except Fellowship and a whole stack of Madeleine L'Engles I know by heart, and I don't know how to talk about anything.

The brother is out to prom and Arsenal play Blackburn later. The parents are out because they accompanied the brother to the talk and dinner Ateneo gives its Merit scholars (they got the Director's Listers' equivalent three years ago with me, so that's six meals total they've robbed the Ateneo of) and they decided to eat out at Eastwood. This time last year the brother was out to prom and Arsenal were due to play someone- you know, it might have been the horrific 4-4 Newcastle game, but I can't be sure- and I meant to watch but didn't wake up in time for and I'd just found A Severed Wasp in Book Sale, so maybe it's a seasonal absolute-nothing-and-attempts-to-fill-it-in-with-Madeleine-L'Engle thing? Anyway, since I don't feel like having my arms pulled out of their sockets by an overenthusiastic pit bull, I'm letting Ribbons out in front, and giving you all music while waiting for her to calm down.


This was originally meant for me and the general audience, and that's still whom the commentary was written for, but it is now dedicated to Guia. Just say the word, and so on. I feel like that's the only thing I ever say in times like these, but this time it's because you will always be much more of a reasonable adult that I am, and so I have to make the immature comments. Not, of course, that it is any less meant.


Track list and commentary. )
levity: (costume party)
I don't have words for the last semester. I went into it wanting nothing more than to get out and thinking that there wasn't anyone there I didn't already know who was worth my time. The jury's still out on the leaving part, but all the people- the dissecting sessions and the late-night conversations and the singing and the evacuating to Allen's place when the floods struck and my kitchen disasters and all the amazing people- it was a bit of a trainwreck of a semester, academically, but I have no words for my gratitude for all the amazing people.

In place of trying to explain, here is my soundtrack for the first semester of med proper with UPCM 2016. There is, hopefully, more than enough rhyme to make up for the lack of reason.

For old friends and new.

Track list here. )
levity: (costume party)
I don't have words for the last semester. I went into it wanting nothing more than to get out and thinking that there wasn't anyone there I didn't already know who was worth my time. The jury's still out on the leaving part, but all the people- the dissecting sessions and the late-night conversations and the singing and the evacuating to Allen's place when the floods struck and my kitchen disasters and all the amazing people- it was a bit of a trainwreck of a semester, academically, but I have no words for my gratitude for all the amazing people.

In place of trying to explain, here is my soundtrack for the first semester of med proper with UPCM 2016. There is, hopefully, more than enough rhyme to make up for the lack of reason.

For old friends and new.

Track list here. )

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