Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
stolen off of: http://rcvision.blogspot.com/
The videos should be largely ignored.
1. Everything is Alright - Motion City Soundtrack
Give me a reason to end this discussion,
To break with tradition.
To fold and divide.
Cause I hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes,
Talking with strangers, waiting in line..
I'm through with these pills that make me sit still.
"Are you feeling fine?"
"Yes, I feel just fine."
2. Carnival of Rust - Poets of the Fall
It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colours will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need
I lust for after no disaster can touch us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before
Come feed the rain
'Cause I'm thirsty for your love
dancing underneath the skies of lust
3. Automatic - Tokio Hotel
You're automatic, And your voice is electric
Why do I still believe?
Everywhere in your letter
A lie that makes me bleed
When you say things get better
But they never...
There's no real love in you
Why do I keep loving you
4. Laughing With - Regina Spektor
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one’s laughing at God
When it’s gotten real late
And their kid’s not back from the party yet
5. Zusammen - Lafee
Wir stehen zusammen
Wir gehen zusammen
Zusammen bis in den Tod
Wir leben zusammen
Wir schweben zusammen
Zusammen bis in den Tod
(We stand together
Together into death
we live together
We float together into death)
6. Винтаж - Одиночество любви /От Москвы до Нью-Йорка
Ну а кого мы любим
С тем никогда не будем
Зачем же мы забыли что мы люди?
Отпусти свой крик
К полюсам Земли лети
От Москвы до Нью-Йорка
Сквозь открытые окна
Без адреса летит над миром смотри
Этот крик одиночества любви
(But who do we love,
With that one we will never be
Why have we forgotten that we are people?
Let go your yell
To the poles of the earth, fly
From Moscow to New York
Through open windows
Without an address fly over the world look
This yell of the loneliness of love)
7. Moy Rai - Maksim
(Maybe this is my heaven,
Looking for his reflection
In objects of black colour,
And hear May in his voice.
Maybe this is my heaven,
In the rays of light from the window,
The sky seems so close
When eyes are the colour of heaven)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I admit, I don't read nearly as much as I used to back in elementary school, high school really does take a lot out of you, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things.
I realize that I'm seriously missing out on classic Russian literature, because quite honestly, I read remarkably slowly in Russian. My vocabulary is limited, and yeah I'm just largely out of practice. I've heard of people learning the language for the sole reason of being able to read things like Anna Karenina, The Master and Margarita, War and Peace (ok maybe not War and Peace) in the original Russian text. To me, that is insane.
Russian is a remarkably difficult language and far far more advanced and beautiful than English could ever hope to be. I find myself often frustrated at how hard it is to translate between the two.
I've never liked classics. I was forced to read them as a child, and I've read some of the better ones, Oliver Twist, Treasure Island, Journey to the Center of the Earth, 20,000 Leagues under the sea, Tom Sawyer, etc. etc. and those weren't THAT painful.
Forcing myself to read through the entirety of Pride and Prejudice however, was immensely painful.
Maybe I'm easily bored or maybe I have horrible taste in books, but hey at least I know what I like.
But I would like to read Russian classics, preferably in the original and the translation. This may be a long and time-consuming process though.
I'm not a huge fan of the profoundly moving books on human nature and how doomed we all are in the end, because honestly (and I've inherited this from my mother) I'd rather read something entertaining.
The world sucks and we all realize this full well.
I'm sick of being sad about my insignificance in the grand scheme of things, and I just want a stupid disposable murder mystery novel or humanity's newest attempt at humour (has anyone noticed that the novels in the humour section are rarely, if ever, funny?), or a sword and sorcery adventure of epic proportions.
I'll shut up about books now,
P.S. survived first week of school. dreading next week.
P.P.S. Got 2 pairs of jeans.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Because I am young, I am hopelessly idealistic about the world around me and do not understand what it means like to truly suffer. The most I understand in my cushy, white, middle-class existence is the fact that I have 2 years of school left before I go off to a college while living at home. I think that the only problem in my life is making sure I wear the right clothes and make friends with the right people, so I can meet the right guy and get ahead in life.
Because I am young, I do not understand what it means to love, because I am not yet resilient and cynical about the emotional capacity of man. I don’t understand what love truly is because my age hasn’t reached past the two decade mark. I don’t understand what it means to truly care for someone because I haven’t been in a failed relationship before, only kissed one boy, and manage to have feelings for all the wrong people.
Because I am young, I have no sense of responsibility and my conscience doesn’t bother me. All I am concerned about is when I get my next allowance, why nobody truly understands me, the fact that my clothes reflect exactly who I am to the world, and that my curfew doesn’t let me stay out nearly late enough.
Because I am a teenager, I have no morals, because fuck the world, nobody understands me anyways.
Because I am a teenage girl, I am insecure, think that I’m far too fat, and care more about what people think of me than I do about things that should truly bother me. I am not intelligent, and if I am, I could not possibly let a boy see me that way. I care about what my cell phone ring tone says about me as a person. I let my worth be judged by others, and do nothing to help my community or better the world around me.
Because I am white, I think I am the superior race and obviously shouldn’t be bothered by the fact that more and more jobs are looking for racial minorities instead of me, because my race is responsible for everything wrong with the world, past, present, and future.
Because I am a female, I want to prove to the world that I am a male. Not that I should have the same rights and the same opportunities as a man, but that I can bench press as much, waste as much of my life away in front of a computer, be as stoic and emotionless, go as long without crying, and generally just go against my biologically hardwired instinct to nurture and interact socially.
Because I am human, I put too much emphasis on the individual and never stop think about people affected on a larger scale.
I don’t know about you, but I’m sick of people talking for me.