Prince of Dorkness

Oh no I was about to go to bed and I suddenly got reminded of If You Are Prepared by cybele for the first time in ages. The heartbreak is still real. I literally have never read a story, fanfic or original, that tore me apart so badly.

So now I get to think about that while trying to sleep.

My nieces are staying over tonight.

When I got home from work I came up to my room and saw the drawers of the desk on which my monitor and keyboard reside have strips of tape keeping them shut.

One of those drawers is where I keep my .. 'toys'.

I was totally content to just not acknowledge it but my mom said, "Not to embarrass you, but I had to tape those drawers shut so the girls didn't get into your.. stuff. I noticed one of the drawers was blocked and couldn't close properly a few days ago, and found it."

She then proceeded to tell me about where she'd hidden her and her boyfriend's toys for the night and I said I really wanted the conversation to end. >_>

I know I hardly ever use this journal anymore (I still have stuff I want to update about, like my last two amazing summers) but right now I just absolutely need to talk about how much I love Matthew Schuler on The Voice. Which is a show I don't even really watch! Or didn't until I saw his performance of Florence + The Machine's "Cosmic Love".



(note that I also love Will, the other guy in that knockout and think his performance is fantastic too. They're probably my two favourites in the competition, along with Kat who got eliminated last week and I'm digging Tessanne more and more. but I digress.)

I hadn't been keeping up with The Voice or the X-Factor at all the last couple seasons, but I happened to check out MJ's Blog - which for those that don't know recaps and posts videos of the various competition shows - a couple days after that performance aired and was just completely blown away. Not only is his voice incredible, but he has such passion and PRESENCE that so many of the performers on these shows lack that it was just a breath of fresh air.

Then I watched his audition:



and just loved him more and more. In that performance in particular I love seeing his pure joy while he performs. But it also highlighted another thing he has a lot of competitors in these competitions lack, which is excellent song selection. Not only is he picking songs that are just good in and of themselves, not only do they showcase his voice, but they're actually unique and not ridiculously overdone. They're just frankly hip. But even beyond that, he's done a good job establishing himself and his musical identity. And that itself is awesome, too, because he's breaking the mold in a beautiful way. I'm a big fan of the indie rock spectrum, but one thing that bothers me is the lack of, well, colour. We need more women, too. And Matthew even addressed this in one of his interviews, specifically mentioning how people probably wouldn't expect an African American male to choose the songs he was performing. So I admire him even more for being himself.

And then he does a song like Hallelujah and it's so much more subdued than those performances but still so hauntingly beautiful and showcases just how multifacted a person and talent he is and basically you guys I just love him okay I can't help it.



(also omfg the falsetto at the end ♥_♥)

.... seriously though I can't stop watching Cosmic Love. I've had to have watched it at least 20 times now, many of those back to back. He's a fucking force of nature in that performance.

So I'm ridiculously late in posting this but my summer away working what is essentially my dream job (or at least in the field) was completely amazing.

I've been super distracted since getting home and haven't really properly put all my thoughts about my summer together, but I hope to do that on this journal soon. Like in the next week or so maybe?

For now though, I think this photo is a pretty great summation of just how ridiculous/amazing a time I had:

( If nothing else click to see my mustache.Collapse )

Yay another toothache that's making it impossible for me to sleep.

Always fun to be reminded that I either have to pay thousands of dollars and endure hours of surgery or else have this reminder of the worst period in my life actively make my life awful as more than just a terrible memory.

My current plan:

get my license, get a car, then just move pretty much anywhere I can find even a remotely decent job, hopefully in some capacity working with history, museums, and/or dressing in costume.

This is pretty much all I care about right now. The "moving to England" part is still my ultimate life goal but I can chill on that for a while.

So I never posted about it here, but they officially anounced that Wrockstock V was the last. It wasn't really a surprise, but it was still a bummer.

This reaffirmed my need to make some other trip this year without my annual sojourn, and so I decided to go to the Hallows & Horcruxes Ball March 10 in Manhattan, Kansas. I leave very early Friday and get home Sunday.

It always seems like when I schedule these vacations, they end up coming right at the time when work (and/or life) is really dragging me down and I need to escape for a while. Which is good timing in one sense, obviously, but it also usually means that I'm too depressed to appreciate the excitement of anticipation. I'll be happy enough once I'm on the trip but even as a light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel it seems very dim in my current state of mind. And that sucks. I like being an optimist but when I get depressed it just goes out the window.

My job gets even more hectic than usual during Lent.

Not looking forward to work tomorrow. At least I was off today, I heard it was really bad (as expected).

Super obvious song to end my project and kick off The New Year.