a coat of taking up arms

Haah... has it really been a month since I posted? And while I still don't really have the time to have anything substantial to say (I have an essay due Thursday and a second midterm for History tomorrow) I wanted to post this up here before I forget or lose the links.

( ...the Kagamine twins somehow always end up with the tragic songs, huh. )

( Len Solos in no particular order )

NOTICE: HALLOWEEN APPROACHES

INSTRUCTIONS: WEAR COSTUME

FATAL ERROR OCCURS: I HAVE NO COSTUME

aaaaaaaaah i need to think of something before I fail my favorite holiday forever. failure will not be permitted!

After music theory class, today, I got mistaken for a girl by some dweeb trying to hit on me. I suppose the being mistaken for a girl isn't all too surprising, given that I'm short and thin, and for all that I have no obviously feminine features, I don't have any masculine ones either, and I've got a pretty face. THIS DOES NOT MAKE IT ANY LESS ANNOYING, ESPECIALLY WHEN THE FIRST THING THIS FUCKER DOES IS TO TRY, POORLY, TO HIT ON ME. And I couldn't even correct him and say, 'actually, I'm a man' like I usually do, since he didn't specify with anything like female pronouns or the ever-obnoxious 'Miss'. However. I'm pretty damn sure he thought I was a girl since he opened the conversation with, "What are you doing out here all alone?" which, strike one, but some people are just friendly. But when a person continues with "You've got lovely blond hair, is it Norwegian?" Just. What sort of question is that anyway. Not, are you Norwegian, but is your hair Norwegian. YES OF COURSE IT IS. I SCALPED THE SWEDE MYSELF.

But instead, experience tells me that boring these people also gets them to go away without dealing with them being huffy and possibly being obnoxious in the future because YOU EMBARRASSED THEM ONCE I WILL GET BACK AT YOU! FEAR THE VENGEANCE OF MY WORDS EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE CLEARLY MUCH BETTER WITH THEM AND I COULD NEVER DEFEAT YOU IN SUCH A BATTLE. So, I said, "No. Hungarian." See, dark and broody. Also, male voice. This usually gets guys to go away, but maybe this guy was particularly dense. Actually, I'm positive of that. So he goes on, asks if I play D&D. I answer no back. So he asks, what's your major.

Gee, I wonder, what with my violin case and the fact I was sitting there with my music theory workbook out. THIS IS MYSTERIOUS. WHAT COULD THIS PERSON IN FRONT OF ME POSSIBLY BE STUDYING. So, "Music." My continual one word answers do not deter him. He asks, with my having identified myself as Hungarian, "What do you think of American music?" ANOTHER STUPID QUESTION. What type of American music, pop music, the San Fransisco Symphony, 1930's era big band? GEE AMERICAN MUSIC. What the hell does one respond with, except ARE YOU RETARDED. However, I didn't. I really should have, though. Instead I asked, "What American music?" in the same flat tone I'd been using the whole time. And he proceeds to get really offended saying, "AMERICANS HAVE MUSIC TOO!!1!"

"That wasn't the question."

Of course, even though he was now convinced I was a snob, he still didn't seem to have noticed, male voice, lack of breasts, excetera, or at least I assume so given that he didn't go away, and why else would you expend the effort on a guy who is clearly a rude asshole? So, instead I decided I'd eat my cucumber salad in as disgusting a manner as possible, which eventually he asked, "Why don't you go eat some real food? The school has a fair today, you can go get hot dogs."

"This is real food. Hot dogs are not... food. I do not trust American meat." I'd decided at this point since no one in this country knows jack-all about Hungary anyway, to affect a Russian accent. Well, I found it amusing.

"Well, I know we corn feed them instead of grass-feed but it's not that bad!"

I laugh, and respond with accent, "Corn-fed? Is that what they tell you over here?" and proceed to describe in graphic detail what factory farms feed cattle, such as. You know, rended other cattle, and how that ends up with the spread of Mad Cow and about how it is much like Creutzfeldt-Jakob, yes? It is good that humans do not usually devour each other, because it is quite awful, the way the brain deteriorates, yes? And. Well, me being me, graphic detail and levity about the whole thing. Which I imagine was quite creepy, being as I'd been obnoxiously broody until then, so. Well, he left. Ahaha, I hope he wasn't sick in the school restrooms, I'd feel bad for the janitors, their work is hard enough already, but that guy really deserved it.

Caught up on Monochrome Factor today! Well, the last two chapters I hadn't read yet. Ah, Lulu! One of my character types, a sweet-childish psychotic girl with issues with morals and no realization of having her own free will. ...That's a rather specific type, but it seems I found another one.

( Lulu just thought you seemed cool. )

CAT! CAT WHY WILL YOU NOT LOVE ME? I LOVE YOU. CAT, I DEMAND YOU SUBMIT YOURSELF TO YOUR DESIRE FOR ME TO PET ME RATHER THAN BEING CONTRARY AND SKITTISH. CAT, THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING, BEFORE MY LOVE TERMINATES

SOB. LOVE ME CAT LOVE MEEEE

Successfully survived first day of school! Augh. I'm so tired even the grave seems inviting. The neighbor lady, who is actually very nice, had two screaming fits last night, one at eleven and one at midnight, so that didn't help me get very much sleep, and then I woke up at five AM this morning. But back to that woman, I hope she's alright. Mother had me call the non-emergency police line, so they could check what was going on. She doesn't speak English very well, but I hope she's not being abused or something. And if she's not, then I hope she can find a better outlet for frustration than screaming in the middle of the night when I have class the next morning.

Anyway, music theory went well, I knew everything on the basic assessment except for the bass cleft. And well. Violin player. I've had no reason to learn it up till now, so now that it is required, I'll go acquire that knowledge. History will be a walk in the park. It sounds like I know everything this course has to teach, backward, forward, upside-down, mirror-imaged, ecetera. I feel bad for my teacher, I was the only one even remotely paying attention, so he had to call on me repeatedly to answer his questions, and I only raised my hands after he'd asked at least twice for someone, anyone having any idea whatsoever. Ah, well, even if it's not going to be challenging, I suppose I need the credits, since it is a required course.

Overall, mother seems to be doing much better, though her reflexes are still slowed and she's a little out of it, she can walk on her own downstairs and around the house, made herself breakfast, and has remembered to take her antibiotics. On Wednesday she's getting the staples out of her head, and she should be completely better by next week. So, when she gets those staples out, I think I'll go take Mikaila off hiatus at Sabra and go make her an insanejournal account, since apparently we're switching servers? I think I'll try and see if Spiderella is not taken as a username. It's better than the one she has right now, at least, though that isn't exactly a difficult achievement.

I found the last volume of Yumekui Kenbun at the bookstore today after glaring at the staff-only computer for ten minutes. It's ridiculous, it sits there taunting me, that if I want to use the computer to look up which books they have in stock, or if they even stock the book period, I have to find a staff member and tell them which books I want to find and in doing so, reveal my terrible taste to them. Even worse, I enjoy undead of all sorts, including vampires, so say I wanted to get that new vampire anthology with the stupid name and cover? I get to listen to her tell me about how amazing Twilight is and how it's really rare to find a boy who appreciates it! And then I spend the five minutes either insulting her, which does not make her inclined to help me find my book, or I get to stand there waiting for her to be silent before I find it appealing to silence her myself. Not that I'm. Speaking from a great deal of experience or anything here.

Also, I got yelled at by the staff for reading underneath one of their tables. What a stupid rule. They removed all seating, and then filled in the little nooks between the bookshelves that I like to sequester myself in, and now I can't sit beneath the tables, out of the way so people don't trip on me? Fine! I'll go lie in the middle of aisles, and make everyone has to carefully step around me like they would an obstacle course. Or maybe I'll sit atop the bookshelves, or lean nonchalantly over a popular author's section, so everyone will find it inaccessible, as I keep my headphones on and pretend not to hear their pleas. You see, you capitalist fuckers you, your dastardly plan to stop people from reading in the bookstores while being comfortable is going to backfire! I can't have been The Only One to have thought of this. Though I suppose I may be the only one with enough disreguard for social convention to follow through.

So, yes! I spread myself out over the floor of the manga/young adult's section and finally read through volume nine! It was supposed to be out at the beginning of August, but this is the first time I've actually seen it on the shelves, so I took the opportunity. I had to speed-read it though, as I only had until my father finished the grocery shopping (I made the list, to make sure he didn't just buy pizza and chips, then pretend he had no idea that he was supposed to be purchasing things that are actually edible) and he was trying to be quick so we didn't leave my mother home by herself for too long. But, even rushed, I really enjoyed it.

( Spoilers for Yumekui Kenbun/Nightmare Inspector )