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Oct. 28th, 2007 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prismakaos Did you know that Halloween is almost here? I'm usually really good about this, because the amount of Halloween earrings and socks that I have is a lot. I like this holiday, but this year, I just kind of forgot about it.
What I can't believe is that SGS passed up the opportunity to have a Halloween party - this seems like a fantastic excuse to dress up in costumes, and since I haven't seen many LARP announcements on the list, I don't think we've had many of those lately. Someone probably should have had a Halloween party last night. Or maybe on Wednesday. In either case, it won't be me, because, as always, I am drowning in stuff and my apartment is a disaster. Although, unlike in college, you can still see my floor.
*radio static*
I played piano last night for an hour or two -- first time in weeks. Muscle memory is one of those amazing amazing things. I haven't seen these pieces in over a decade, but my fingers remembered how to play them faster than my brain could process where I was in the sheet music. I find this so terribly ironic since I had such a difficult time memorizing pieces when I was actually taking piano. I guess the external trigger (sheet music, hearing the opening of the piece) triggers the memory, and if you just don't think too much about it, it just works. I'm pretty sure this can be applied to external triggers/muscle memory outside of piano or playing music in general...
I visited my ex-boyfriend while I was in Amherst. (Amherst was fantastic, by the way. I'm not sure if I could emphasize that too much. We swung through Deerfield, too, and I got to see my high school, just to make sure it was right there. I started craving chicken cutlets and chocolate chip cookies from the dining hall, and walking on the black box grid of airplane cable, hanging lights. And that ridiculous board in the main auditorium, where I got to run microphones under Sam's guidance.) We had broken up originally because of the distance, and not from any seriously major problems. As a result, he and I still act a lot like we're dating when we're around each other, and I found myself regaining old habits -- tucking my hand into the crook of his arm when we're walking around, 'mrr'ing at him, nudging him with my nose... I mean, it was so familiar to the point of kissing him was almost automatic. We didn't, though, just kept finding ourselves in positions that would have previously led to a full-on make out session. That's got to be muscle memory of some kind, right? Or at least part of the same principle.
Same kind of thing with certain smells. Even if I'm mad or upset or pushing people away, if there's a familiar scent, I'm right back there to whatever situation it was, and my body language automatically adjusts to the old situation. Regardless of what's changed in the time between then and now. Mom's sweet and sour chicken? I'm always little again. But I like vegetables now.
*radio static*
It's almost November. For the last two years, I'd write one thing that made me happy every day of November. I did it last year without realizing I'd done it the year before. What is it about October that inspires me to force myself to think of something happy? I guess the year before last, I was unable to get a job and was worried about whether I'd ever do something right. And then I got a job at Google. Last year, Jer and I broke up, though a long series of misadventures and bad communication and I spent November trying to get him back.
I don't know if I'm going to do this for November, but it may get to that point where it seems reasonable. I'm not going home for Thanksgiving, so I'll need to be happy with what I have here because Christmas is still a ways off.
*radio static*
I've stolen the radio static from a friend of Jer's. It's a good way to delineate my changes in thought. Maybe, it'll make these entries a little more readable.
I know this chick she lives down on Melrose
She ain't satisfied without some pain
Friday night is goin' up inside her...again
Well crack the whip
'Cause that bitch is just insane
I'm serious
What I can't believe is that SGS passed up the opportunity to have a Halloween party - this seems like a fantastic excuse to dress up in costumes, and since I haven't seen many LARP announcements on the list, I don't think we've had many of those lately. Someone probably should have had a Halloween party last night. Or maybe on Wednesday. In either case, it won't be me, because, as always, I am drowning in stuff and my apartment is a disaster. Although, unlike in college, you can still see my floor.
*radio static*
I played piano last night for an hour or two -- first time in weeks. Muscle memory is one of those amazing amazing things. I haven't seen these pieces in over a decade, but my fingers remembered how to play them faster than my brain could process where I was in the sheet music. I find this so terribly ironic since I had such a difficult time memorizing pieces when I was actually taking piano. I guess the external trigger (sheet music, hearing the opening of the piece) triggers the memory, and if you just don't think too much about it, it just works. I'm pretty sure this can be applied to external triggers/muscle memory outside of piano or playing music in general...
I visited my ex-boyfriend while I was in Amherst. (Amherst was fantastic, by the way. I'm not sure if I could emphasize that too much. We swung through Deerfield, too, and I got to see my high school, just to make sure it was right there. I started craving chicken cutlets and chocolate chip cookies from the dining hall, and walking on the black box grid of airplane cable, hanging lights. And that ridiculous board in the main auditorium, where I got to run microphones under Sam's guidance.) We had broken up originally because of the distance, and not from any seriously major problems. As a result, he and I still act a lot like we're dating when we're around each other, and I found myself regaining old habits -- tucking my hand into the crook of his arm when we're walking around, 'mrr'ing at him, nudging him with my nose... I mean, it was so familiar to the point of kissing him was almost automatic. We didn't, though, just kept finding ourselves in positions that would have previously led to a full-on make out session. That's got to be muscle memory of some kind, right? Or at least part of the same principle.
Same kind of thing with certain smells. Even if I'm mad or upset or pushing people away, if there's a familiar scent, I'm right back there to whatever situation it was, and my body language automatically adjusts to the old situation. Regardless of what's changed in the time between then and now. Mom's sweet and sour chicken? I'm always little again. But I like vegetables now.
*radio static*
It's almost November. For the last two years, I'd write one thing that made me happy every day of November. I did it last year without realizing I'd done it the year before. What is it about October that inspires me to force myself to think of something happy? I guess the year before last, I was unable to get a job and was worried about whether I'd ever do something right. And then I got a job at Google. Last year, Jer and I broke up, though a long series of misadventures and bad communication and I spent November trying to get him back.
I don't know if I'm going to do this for November, but it may get to that point where it seems reasonable. I'm not going home for Thanksgiving, so I'll need to be happy with what I have here because Christmas is still a ways off.
*radio static*
I've stolen the radio static from a friend of Jer's. It's a good way to delineate my changes in thought. Maybe, it'll make these entries a little more readable.
I know this chick she lives down on Melrose
She ain't satisfied without some pain
Friday night is goin' up inside her...again
Well crack the whip
'Cause that bitch is just insane
I'm serious
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Date: 2007-10-28 11:31 pm (UTC)a year can bring you so far. but, piano eh? *sigh* still wished i could have played thais with you. and poo on SGS for neglecting the halloween OSE possibilities...
it's not too late though. SGS'ers can be ruthlessly quick and efficient planners.
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Date: 2007-10-28 11:40 pm (UTC)Yes. . .do it. . .Halloween isn't just for kids! Dress up! Hand out candy! Don't give in to Banality!
(Not directed at you - that's directed at SGS in general, and in some sense to the adult world as a whole. I hate the idea that Halloween stops when you pass some magical age - why should kids have all the fun? Also I'm somewhat against the weird sexualization of Halloween that happens in the adult world. Anyway, I'm very pro-Halloween. If I'd been thinking of it a few weeks ago I would have made little orange and black ribbons for Halloween Awareness and handed them out in the USC equivalent of White Plaza.)
::is totally dressing up as Rimmer as long as the glasses and "give quiche a chance" T-shirt arrive in time::
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Date: 2007-10-29 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-29 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-29 02:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-29 02:06 am (UTC)A bit too late for that; I feel like a dauntain.
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Date: 2007-10-30 10:02 pm (UTC)(Two Halloweens a year - I could get used to this Judaism thing.^_^)