Earlier in one of my recent blog posts I put in a Japanese Poem from Shika Waka Shu, a collection of ancient Japanese poems. I wanted to put down a few other poems I read in the collection which mean something to me. They don't really have any titles, just numbers and what section of the book they're in. So, here we go.
Sundry
325. That rain coming down
Even to my very feet
Must be tears, in fact,
Because I am torn by the thoughts
Of the ins and outs of things.
281. The emotion of
Detesting those who may be
Unsympathetic,
Is much more miserable
Than falling flowers may be.
379. The essence of the
White River which sustains
us,
Can be discovered
By anyone who might dip
Into its flow in the heavens.
415. How can I reveal
The moonlight which is concealed
Deep inside my heart,
So that it can show the way
To people lost in the dark.
Autumn
109. Because what blows in
Is a wind with a certain
Amount of appeal.
The poignancy I will feel
Is simply going to chill me.
Winter
158. What would we do if
The one we are waiting for
Were to arrive now!
I would regret walking on
The snow there in the garden!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
A Dream*
I just remembered! I had a dream about Sammy last night, haha. Lately, I haven't been remembering dreams, so go me!
I'm going to try to write down as much of it as I can remember (while simultaneously listening to Sonata Arctica, since I only have my PSP for listening purposes at the mo').
The first bit I remember is pulling into a tiny stone driveway. I was thinking, Damn European cars and their tininess. We were outside what looked like a stone house or cottage. Turned out to be a McDonald's, haha. Inside the restaurant, I felt like everyone knew I was an American because of the looks they were giving me.
Sammy, Matt (Sammy's boyfriend; Hell if I know why the heck Sammy's friends or boyfriends always turn up in my dreams along with her), and I walked up to the counter to order. Matt didn't look like himself, and I don't know why. He was tall, but pencil-thin.
Anyway, Sammy ordered, then it was my turn. I looked up and saw this glass case with food you wouldn't typically see in a Mickey D's; though it seemed normal in the dream. All of the food was labeled with really weird, foreign names--none of which I understood. So I just ordered some fries (and assumed the worker knew what I was saying). Then Sammy and I went to sit down. That's as far as I can remember.
So... there you go! I had a dream about me and Sammy going to McDonald's. xD It's been a while since I've dreamt of Sammy, though, so it was pretty damn cool getting to "see" her, again.
Oh, and another thing: Dell is sending us a free replacement hard drive. So, assuming it'll fix the computer and be the correct hard drive, I should be back online at home within the next couple days. -10:50am
I'm going to try to write down as much of it as I can remember (while simultaneously listening to Sonata Arctica, since I only have my PSP for listening purposes at the mo').
The first bit I remember is pulling into a tiny stone driveway. I was thinking, Damn European cars and their tininess. We were outside what looked like a stone house or cottage. Turned out to be a McDonald's, haha. Inside the restaurant, I felt like everyone knew I was an American because of the looks they were giving me.
Sammy, Matt (Sammy's boyfriend; Hell if I know why the heck Sammy's friends or boyfriends always turn up in my dreams along with her), and I walked up to the counter to order. Matt didn't look like himself, and I don't know why. He was tall, but pencil-thin.
Anyway, Sammy ordered, then it was my turn. I looked up and saw this glass case with food you wouldn't typically see in a Mickey D's; though it seemed normal in the dream. All of the food was labeled with really weird, foreign names--none of which I understood. So I just ordered some fries (and assumed the worker knew what I was saying). Then Sammy and I went to sit down. That's as far as I can remember.
So... there you go! I had a dream about me and Sammy going to McDonald's. xD It's been a while since I've dreamt of Sammy, though, so it was pretty damn cool getting to "see" her, again.
Oh, and another thing: Dell is sending us a free replacement hard drive. So, assuming it'll fix the computer and be the correct hard drive, I should be back online at home within the next couple days. -10:50am
Thursday, July 23, 2009
For Sammy
One quick thing before I have to leave the library. Sammy's been asking for a photo of the kittens, and I have yet to upload any. However, my sister had me take one of her for her MySpace earlier today, so I'll put that one up to hold Sammy over until I get to uploading the rest. Enjoy, Samzters!
Elaborating*
7/22/09 - 11:01PM
Alright, I'm going to try to tackle the whole Nick & Norah deal. It seems so silly to have a movie cause so much emotion and thought. But it's not exactly the movie at face value. It simply represents another life I could be living.
I read a poem earlier from Shika Waka Shu, a collection of Japanese poems. It goes as follows:
"Because what blows in
Is a wind with a certain
Amount of appeal.
The poignancy I will feel
Is simply going to chill me."
I think it partly says how the movie is making me feel. I love the movie, but it saddens me when I compare it to my life. Which is stupid, because it's a movie, therefore it can't be 100% realistic. But certain aspects are true to life. It evokes feelings which are long lost and long missed, the biggest one being that feeling you get where things may not be perfect--you may not even be happy--but you still wouldn't want to be anywhere else than where you are in that moment, nor with anyone else than the fantastic company you're already in.
No matter how much I write about this, I still feel like I am not even coming close to explaining how I really feel. Just laying close to someone, looking right into their eyes, running a hand through their soft hair, and simply talking to them sounds like the most appealing thing in the world right now.
Fuck.
"Look, other bands, they wanna make it about sex or pain. But The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? 'I want to hold your hand.'
"That's what everyone wants...! They don't want a 24-hour humpfest, they don't wanna be married to you for 100 years; they just wanna hold your hand."
Alright, I'm going to try to tackle the whole Nick & Norah deal. It seems so silly to have a movie cause so much emotion and thought. But it's not exactly the movie at face value. It simply represents another life I could be living.
I read a poem earlier from Shika Waka Shu, a collection of Japanese poems. It goes as follows:
"Because what blows in
Is a wind with a certain
Amount of appeal.
The poignancy I will feel
Is simply going to chill me."
I think it partly says how the movie is making me feel. I love the movie, but it saddens me when I compare it to my life. Which is stupid, because it's a movie, therefore it can't be 100% realistic. But certain aspects are true to life. It evokes feelings which are long lost and long missed, the biggest one being that feeling you get where things may not be perfect--you may not even be happy--but you still wouldn't want to be anywhere else than where you are in that moment, nor with anyone else than the fantastic company you're already in.
No matter how much I write about this, I still feel like I am not even coming close to explaining how I really feel. Just laying close to someone, looking right into their eyes, running a hand through their soft hair, and simply talking to them sounds like the most appealing thing in the world right now.
Fuck.
"Look, other bands, they wanna make it about sex or pain. But The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? 'I want to hold your hand.'
"That's what everyone wants...! They don't want a 24-hour humpfest, they don't wanna be married to you for 100 years; they just wanna hold your hand."
Thought Processes*
7/21/09
Today's been a slow day, and my Aderol is causing me to feel like I need to accomplish something. So, without another thing to do, I'm going to write. (Gasp!)
I realized I haven't really written about what's been going on with me, lately. Aside from the college stuff, that is. I guess it'd be the stuff I've been thinking about.
One of those things, unfortunately, is Brandon and Carolyn. But what else can someone who's short on friends but abundant in time do? It's frustrating, because they don't even deserve to be in my thoughts, and yet I still find myself reliving in my head all the shit we did and how it all came to a screaming halt. When you have as much time to think as I do, you begin to consider different things. And the fact that I've been lied to before by friends doesn't help the theories. The foremost biggest of which is that Brandon and Carolyn set it all up to have a reason to stop talking to me. I mean, it all just looks fishy to me. They both get in some fight, of which I don't witness firsthand. Then Brandon drops a bombshell on me, saying, "I know you'll tell Carolyn, anyway." Although I tell him I won't, as per his request. Then she calls, asks me what all he said, and even though I resist, she keeps pressuring, so I tell her the bombshell. (I just remembered that before I talked to Brandon, I was on the phone with Carolyn, and she asked me to let her know what Brandon would say.)
Anyway, then she goes and tells Brandon that I told her. Wham, friendship over.
It doesn't really matter, though, because the friendship is gone, and it's not coming back. I wouldn't even let them back in my life on the offhand chance that they try to make up with me. The only purpose any of my theories serve is to make me feel like none of it was my fault. Hence the reliving of memories, scanning them all for an instance where maybe I brought it on myself. I'm really only about 70% sure it wasn't my fault.
It's really all for the better, though. Consider if we all were still friends: I'd go on a road trip without my parents' permission; fuck up our relationship because of it; and more than likely financially rape myself at 18 by moving to Michigan and paying for an apartment with my small amount of savings.
I really need to start thinking for and of myself. That's one good thing about being alone: you don't have other people influencing your decisions. It's sad that I'm just realizing how apt I am to live my life around others. The other day I was talking to my mom about apply to Boston University when she asked what has happened to me wanting to go to Southern Utah University. I had completely forgotten about it! It was a school I was considering when me and Laura still wanted to be near each other. I'm so glad I didn't decide to go there, because it was in a rural setting, and it just really didn't attract me. I want to live in an urban or suburban setting, where there's no shortage of things to do or people to do them with. I think I would've been miserable at SUU.
Now that I'm free of constraints, I can choose for myself what I want to do with my life.
Another thing that's been on my mind isn't really a memory or a plan, or anything in particular. It's more like a feeling, but the sensation makes it feel like a memory. It's so damn weird. I have no idea why it happens, and it seems to occur at random times. What "it" is, is a vision of this bright, sunny sidewalk next to a big white building. I don't know specifically where it is, but definitely in California. Like I said, it feels like a memory, as if I've been there before. But I've never stepped foot in California. And I can't even fully imagine it in my mind. I just get this sense of what it's like to walk along the sidewalk in the mid-afternoon Californian sun. Whatever it is, I hope I find out what the significance of it is.
I had originally planned to write more about Nick & Norah, and then decided to get to it after what I just put down. But I've forgotten what I was going to write about it. I will certainly remember, though. 'Till next time.
Oh, and it was dark when I sat down to write, so I put in a light on my desk:
Today's been a slow day, and my Aderol is causing me to feel like I need to accomplish something. So, without another thing to do, I'm going to write. (Gasp!)
I realized I haven't really written about what's been going on with me, lately. Aside from the college stuff, that is. I guess it'd be the stuff I've been thinking about.
One of those things, unfortunately, is Brandon and Carolyn. But what else can someone who's short on friends but abundant in time do? It's frustrating, because they don't even deserve to be in my thoughts, and yet I still find myself reliving in my head all the shit we did and how it all came to a screaming halt. When you have as much time to think as I do, you begin to consider different things. And the fact that I've been lied to before by friends doesn't help the theories. The foremost biggest of which is that Brandon and Carolyn set it all up to have a reason to stop talking to me. I mean, it all just looks fishy to me. They both get in some fight, of which I don't witness firsthand. Then Brandon drops a bombshell on me, saying, "I know you'll tell Carolyn, anyway." Although I tell him I won't, as per his request. Then she calls, asks me what all he said, and even though I resist, she keeps pressuring, so I tell her the bombshell. (I just remembered that before I talked to Brandon, I was on the phone with Carolyn, and she asked me to let her know what Brandon would say.)
Anyway, then she goes and tells Brandon that I told her. Wham, friendship over.
It doesn't really matter, though, because the friendship is gone, and it's not coming back. I wouldn't even let them back in my life on the offhand chance that they try to make up with me. The only purpose any of my theories serve is to make me feel like none of it was my fault. Hence the reliving of memories, scanning them all for an instance where maybe I brought it on myself. I'm really only about 70% sure it wasn't my fault.
It's really all for the better, though. Consider if we all were still friends: I'd go on a road trip without my parents' permission; fuck up our relationship because of it; and more than likely financially rape myself at 18 by moving to Michigan and paying for an apartment with my small amount of savings.
I really need to start thinking for and of myself. That's one good thing about being alone: you don't have other people influencing your decisions. It's sad that I'm just realizing how apt I am to live my life around others. The other day I was talking to my mom about apply to Boston University when she asked what has happened to me wanting to go to Southern Utah University. I had completely forgotten about it! It was a school I was considering when me and Laura still wanted to be near each other. I'm so glad I didn't decide to go there, because it was in a rural setting, and it just really didn't attract me. I want to live in an urban or suburban setting, where there's no shortage of things to do or people to do them with. I think I would've been miserable at SUU.
Now that I'm free of constraints, I can choose for myself what I want to do with my life.
Another thing that's been on my mind isn't really a memory or a plan, or anything in particular. It's more like a feeling, but the sensation makes it feel like a memory. It's so damn weird. I have no idea why it happens, and it seems to occur at random times. What "it" is, is a vision of this bright, sunny sidewalk next to a big white building. I don't know specifically where it is, but definitely in California. Like I said, it feels like a memory, as if I've been there before. But I've never stepped foot in California. And I can't even fully imagine it in my mind. I just get this sense of what it's like to walk along the sidewalk in the mid-afternoon Californian sun. Whatever it is, I hope I find out what the significance of it is.
I had originally planned to write more about Nick & Norah, and then decided to get to it after what I just put down. But I've forgotten what I was going to write about it. I will certainly remember, though. 'Till next time.
Oh, and it was dark when I sat down to write, so I put in a light on my desk:
Nick, Norah, and College*
I wrote some entries in my notebook, and am now transferring them. From now on, any title of a blog post that has an asterisk next to it is a post that was not written at that exact time and place.
7/21/09
I watched Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist yesterday morning. I was working all of Sunday to get my desk finished by Monday, so my brother, Lucas, and his fiance could see it. I stayed up until 2am painting the surfaces (having stained the standards on Saturday night). Anyway, I still had a couple more surfaces to do the second and final coat on before Lucas and Anne arrived at around 10:30am, on Monday. So I went to bed at 2 on Sunday (technically Monday) and woke up at 7 to paint. I wanted to leave the paint with enough time to dry to the touch, which is about 2 hours.
None of this really matters, though. It just explains why I was up so early, haha.
After I finished painted and while waiting for it all to dry so I could assemble the whole desk, I decided to watch Nick & Norah, which I had gotten from the library the day before.
The move was great; I really loved it. It's hard to describe it, though. It has the silly humor of something like American Pie, but the plotline itself is more serious. It got me really depressed. Like, I know I'm sad and feeling alone, but I've grown to live with it, so I typically just pass it on to the back of my mind. This movie, however, brought it all rushing to the front.
For one thing, Michael Cera's character reminds me a lot of myself. Especially in the first secene, where he leaves his ex a voicemail. If I hadn't known better, I'd think it was me. He was just so awkward and rambling on and on, haha. I think anyone I've ever left a voicemail for would totally agree, but none of those people are really still in my life, much less reading this blog.
The movie on a whole got to me. It had (or has) everything I want in my life: a totally bitchin' love interest; amazing friends to get into trouble with; and the freedom to go out and have these amazing times with all of them that you'll remember forever.
I mean, shit, I crave that stuff so much that by the end of the movie, I loved Kat Dennings's character and felt like I had two (hot) gay guys for friends.
And, like I said, I was incredibly depressed by the end, and all of Monday, I pretty much stuck to myself, even though Lucas and Anne were here. I slept a lot, also, which my mom asked about later. I told her I only got 5 hours of sleep the night before, which was true. But I think I also slept more than enough to make up for it. When I used to get depressed, I tended to sleep a lot so I could escape my thoughts.
Fuck, I wish I could jump right into college and at least feel like I could go out with someone. Or at least to make some friends. It's so saddening to suddenly see how devoid your life is of a sense of belonging.
Speaking of college, I sent my SAT scores to LFCC. I'm not sure if that's what they needed me to do to show I scored over 500 in the sections, or if I should bring my copy of scores with me when I go to take the placement test. I'll take it along just in case. I may need to call the testing center and ask about the Ability to Benefit test, which is for those without a GED/diploma and plan to apply for federal aid. You're supposed to take it at the same time as the placement test, so I dunno if I need to let them know ahead of time or not. I've also started my FAFSA and Common App for BU, but I'll need some info from my parents so I can complete them. It's frustrating that I have to wait fro some of this--that I can't get it over with! But, oh well. I'm on my way, baby!
Oh, and I want my fucking laptop already, haha. I just need to make sure it comes with a modem before I'm absolutely sure it's the one I'm going to get. I want to be able to get online at home as well as school.
My mom's friend's husband looked at our laptop and said it was the hard drive (as me and Brandon figured out months ago). He's going to look for a replacement hard drive for us. So I don't think it'll be much longer 'till we have our laptop back.
Oh, and here's the finished desk:
7/21/09
I watched Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist yesterday morning. I was working all of Sunday to get my desk finished by Monday, so my brother, Lucas, and his fiance could see it. I stayed up until 2am painting the surfaces (having stained the standards on Saturday night). Anyway, I still had a couple more surfaces to do the second and final coat on before Lucas and Anne arrived at around 10:30am, on Monday. So I went to bed at 2 on Sunday (technically Monday) and woke up at 7 to paint. I wanted to leave the paint with enough time to dry to the touch, which is about 2 hours.
None of this really matters, though. It just explains why I was up so early, haha.
After I finished painted and while waiting for it all to dry so I could assemble the whole desk, I decided to watch Nick & Norah, which I had gotten from the library the day before.
The move was great; I really loved it. It's hard to describe it, though. It has the silly humor of something like American Pie, but the plotline itself is more serious. It got me really depressed. Like, I know I'm sad and feeling alone, but I've grown to live with it, so I typically just pass it on to the back of my mind. This movie, however, brought it all rushing to the front.
For one thing, Michael Cera's character reminds me a lot of myself. Especially in the first secene, where he leaves his ex a voicemail. If I hadn't known better, I'd think it was me. He was just so awkward and rambling on and on, haha. I think anyone I've ever left a voicemail for would totally agree, but none of those people are really still in my life, much less reading this blog.
The movie on a whole got to me. It had (or has) everything I want in my life: a totally bitchin' love interest; amazing friends to get into trouble with; and the freedom to go out and have these amazing times with all of them that you'll remember forever.
I mean, shit, I crave that stuff so much that by the end of the movie, I loved Kat Dennings's character and felt like I had two (hot) gay guys for friends.
And, like I said, I was incredibly depressed by the end, and all of Monday, I pretty much stuck to myself, even though Lucas and Anne were here. I slept a lot, also, which my mom asked about later. I told her I only got 5 hours of sleep the night before, which was true. But I think I also slept more than enough to make up for it. When I used to get depressed, I tended to sleep a lot so I could escape my thoughts.
Fuck, I wish I could jump right into college and at least feel like I could go out with someone. Or at least to make some friends. It's so saddening to suddenly see how devoid your life is of a sense of belonging.
Speaking of college, I sent my SAT scores to LFCC. I'm not sure if that's what they needed me to do to show I scored over 500 in the sections, or if I should bring my copy of scores with me when I go to take the placement test. I'll take it along just in case. I may need to call the testing center and ask about the Ability to Benefit test, which is for those without a GED/diploma and plan to apply for federal aid. You're supposed to take it at the same time as the placement test, so I dunno if I need to let them know ahead of time or not. I've also started my FAFSA and Common App for BU, but I'll need some info from my parents so I can complete them. It's frustrating that I have to wait fro some of this--that I can't get it over with! But, oh well. I'm on my way, baby!
Oh, and I want my fucking laptop already, haha. I just need to make sure it comes with a modem before I'm absolutely sure it's the one I'm going to get. I want to be able to get online at home as well as school.
My mom's friend's husband looked at our laptop and said it was the hard drive (as me and Brandon figured out months ago). He's going to look for a replacement hard drive for us. So I don't think it'll be much longer 'till we have our laptop back.
Oh, and here's the finished desk:
Boom, baby!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Getting on with it
One post right after the other! Man, am I ever on a roll?
I applied to Lord Fairfax Community College yesterday. You don't even need to have a high school diploma or GED, haha. However, since I don't have either of those, I have to take placement tests to see if I need to take some remedial classes before I can start college courses. Unless you scored over 500 on the Critical Reading, Writing, or Math sections of the SATs. I got over 500 on the Critical Reading and Writing, but a 470 on my Math, so it looks like I'll have to take the placement test for that. Let's hope I do alright at it.
I applied for the Spring semester, so I still have some time to prepare myself. I also plan on applying to Boston University (I know, they're completely different schools). But BU has a fucking extensive application process, so I don't think I can really complete it until we get the laptop back, because some of the information they ask for is stuff you don't know off the top of your head. (Why do they need to know when and where my brothers went to school?)
I'm kind of freaking out that my life is moving on. College is a huge change from how I'm living now. But I need this, so I'm not going to chicken out at the last second. I'm even more afraid of not doing anything with my life.
Another plus of going to college is getting my laptop. Shazzam! I plan on getting my money's worth, too. I'm not gonna buy a laptop and have it break on me in my sophomore year, haha. Man, here I go to become the average college student!
I'm not sure which school I'll go to just yet. I'm sure BU has a liberal arts program that I can take for my first two years while I decide what my major will be. I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, and it's scaring the shit out of me. On the other hand, LFCC is a great community college, and it'd be convenient because of how close it is to me. It's really only a two-year school, though, so I'd definitely be transferring at some point, which I have some qualms about. When you transfer to a different college, most undergrads have already formed their main group of friends, so it can be kind of hard to make some. Whereas if you were to stay at the same school, you'd be thrust into college with a bunch of other freshman, who then become some group of friends all throughout college. Sigh.
Anyway, I've got a shitload of stuff to do for this college deal, and little time to do it, so I'll update this again as soon as I can. Ciao!
I applied to Lord Fairfax Community College yesterday. You don't even need to have a high school diploma or GED, haha. However, since I don't have either of those, I have to take placement tests to see if I need to take some remedial classes before I can start college courses. Unless you scored over 500 on the Critical Reading, Writing, or Math sections of the SATs. I got over 500 on the Critical Reading and Writing, but a 470 on my Math, so it looks like I'll have to take the placement test for that. Let's hope I do alright at it.
I applied for the Spring semester, so I still have some time to prepare myself. I also plan on applying to Boston University (I know, they're completely different schools). But BU has a fucking extensive application process, so I don't think I can really complete it until we get the laptop back, because some of the information they ask for is stuff you don't know off the top of your head. (Why do they need to know when and where my brothers went to school?)
I'm kind of freaking out that my life is moving on. College is a huge change from how I'm living now. But I need this, so I'm not going to chicken out at the last second. I'm even more afraid of not doing anything with my life.
Another plus of going to college is getting my laptop. Shazzam! I plan on getting my money's worth, too. I'm not gonna buy a laptop and have it break on me in my sophomore year, haha. Man, here I go to become the average college student!
I'm not sure which school I'll go to just yet. I'm sure BU has a liberal arts program that I can take for my first two years while I decide what my major will be. I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, and it's scaring the shit out of me. On the other hand, LFCC is a great community college, and it'd be convenient because of how close it is to me. It's really only a two-year school, though, so I'd definitely be transferring at some point, which I have some qualms about. When you transfer to a different college, most undergrads have already formed their main group of friends, so it can be kind of hard to make some. Whereas if you were to stay at the same school, you'd be thrust into college with a bunch of other freshman, who then become some group of friends all throughout college. Sigh.
Anyway, I've got a shitload of stuff to do for this college deal, and little time to do it, so I'll update this again as soon as I can. Ciao!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
What the shit?
I have literally lost motivation to write in this blog. I'll think of something to write, and tell myself I need to write it down in my notebook so I can copy it to here when I come to the library. But I don't feel like hand-writing something. I wish I had the fucking laptop back so I could just hop online and write some blog posts whenever I think of something.
By the way, we left the laptop with one of my mom's friends. Her husband is an IT guy, I believe, and he said he'd take a look at our laptop as a form of repaying my dad for kind of fixing their front door. Swanky!
I, myself, am looking at buying myself a laptop with some of my savings. It'll eventually be a laptop for when I go to school, which is why my mom is letting my use my savings money for it. However, she said I can't buy one until I'm in school. Meh, seems pretty reasonable to me. I don't know, though, if she means like, right when I'm about to enroll in classes, or maybe after I've been accepted to school(s).
I've completely decked out my room in the house. Okay, well not really, but I've totally been adding my touch of things around the whole joint. The tile, which was my design, was put down in the upstairs bathroom the day before yesterday. It's a totally retro look, with black and white tiles on the floor in a checkerboard pattern, on the diagonal. In the shower, it's all white, with a black listello-type row of black tiles at eye-level. It's totally bitchin', and I will definitely put some photos up of it when the bathroom's completely done. My mom and sister picked out this blue-green paint color for the walls that adds to the retro look. But the toilet and sink haven't been hooked up yet, so it's not totally done.
I also built myself a killer desk purely out of scrap wood that was left over from putting trim around the windows. It's the greatest thing I've ever built, and I plan to make it look like a tree. The standards (or legs) will be stained a kind of white or yellow color, and the surfaces will be painted a green. It's inspired by this PSP wallpaper I got from the PS Store a while back. It's this awesome banzai tree painted on a concrete wall. It totally fits with the whole Japanese look I'm going for in my room. Here's the picture:
My whole room is basically going to be designed around that one picture. Before I do anything to the desk, though, I'm going to find my woodburning kit and etch a Japanese symbol somewhere on the desk, where it's big enough to stand out and add just the right amount to style to it all. The desk itself has lots of curvers and looks pretty fluid. To say I love it is a severe understatement, haha.
By the way, we left the laptop with one of my mom's friends. Her husband is an IT guy, I believe, and he said he'd take a look at our laptop as a form of repaying my dad for kind of fixing their front door. Swanky!
I, myself, am looking at buying myself a laptop with some of my savings. It'll eventually be a laptop for when I go to school, which is why my mom is letting my use my savings money for it. However, she said I can't buy one until I'm in school. Meh, seems pretty reasonable to me. I don't know, though, if she means like, right when I'm about to enroll in classes, or maybe after I've been accepted to school(s).
I've completely decked out my room in the house. Okay, well not really, but I've totally been adding my touch of things around the whole joint. The tile, which was my design, was put down in the upstairs bathroom the day before yesterday. It's a totally retro look, with black and white tiles on the floor in a checkerboard pattern, on the diagonal. In the shower, it's all white, with a black listello-type row of black tiles at eye-level. It's totally bitchin', and I will definitely put some photos up of it when the bathroom's completely done. My mom and sister picked out this blue-green paint color for the walls that adds to the retro look. But the toilet and sink haven't been hooked up yet, so it's not totally done.
I also built myself a killer desk purely out of scrap wood that was left over from putting trim around the windows. It's the greatest thing I've ever built, and I plan to make it look like a tree. The standards (or legs) will be stained a kind of white or yellow color, and the surfaces will be painted a green. It's inspired by this PSP wallpaper I got from the PS Store a while back. It's this awesome banzai tree painted on a concrete wall. It totally fits with the whole Japanese look I'm going for in my room. Here's the picture:
My whole room is basically going to be designed around that one picture. Before I do anything to the desk, though, I'm going to find my woodburning kit and etch a Japanese symbol somewhere on the desk, where it's big enough to stand out and add just the right amount to style to it all. The desk itself has lots of curvers and looks pretty fluid. To say I love it is a severe understatement, haha.
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