Ethereal Wound

I don't know how to describe so many things in this world, and sometimes I wonder. What does having parents who stay together forever feel like? What does losing a loved one feel like? What does having someone hated take their own life feel like? Comfort, despair, relief? Beyond the political correctness of sadness of hapiness, how primal are we? How basic and simple am I? I fought with Mark today; now he's 16, yet he weighs more than I do (hurrah obesity!). I don't know why I'm so angry at him, whether its the fact he has no job, no school, no responsibilities, and yet I'm tied to everyone in 10,000 different directions. The one thing I know for sure, is that I don't hate my life enough to dig myself into the rhetorical hole he spins himself in. Eventually, I believe I'll see the fruits of my labour. I guess after fighting with him I wondered if I would still hate him if he died, if I would be haunted by my harsh words or reactions. I'd like to think no, as harsh as it sounds - but perhaps its just my own anger speaking instead of rationality.

FFXI-wise, I've currently sitting at level 66SMN, with all the avatars, the AF (obviously), and even Carbuncle Mitts. I've attained sky access, and with OrganizedChaos - my new LS, I'm happy to explore Al'Taieu more.

More to come this week, when I'll explain my new job.





Party Fighting Crabs in Mount Zhaylom

Waiting to fight Diabolos Prime

Outside Aht Urghan Whitegate's Mog House

Okay so here I am, all moved in, the third week of school. Its a thursday morning, and only about 8:30am. My class, a seminar, is at 10am and is Political Science. Just shoot me now.

I guess being in university is good, I mean, I enjoy completely so much more than high school. The general assumption of responsibility is what makes me go to class (lol that is, when I do).
A lot has happened in the last 4 months, and its weird that I'm even coming back to Livejournal, but I thought about why I made it in the first place, and now I think its because I wanted to have a general storyline of my life that I can look back on eventually. I suppose I'll try to post more regularly now that I've got a bit of time to spare at school here and there.

So this is how my semester is atm:

Bachelor of Arts Honours: Philosophy Program

Spanish
Philosophy
Political Science
Music
Sociology

Spanish is my favourite course, because its an introductory course and I'm nearly fluent. xD The music course I'm taking, is Applied Music 1500, which is an audition-only course. After auditioning on the 5th, I was emailed to say that, specializing in piano, I would have a private teacher once a week. Hence how this program actually works. You get a teacher once a week, and she gives you two songs to play. The only grading in the course is the final performance, which is those two pieces, by memory, in a showcase for multiple members of the staff.

Brahms

Ballade Opus 10
http://www.modland.netfirms.com/midi-classical.htm

Beethoven

Rondo C Major - Opus 51 Nr. 1
http://www.midiworld.com/beethoven.htm

Oye... this is my first year uni songs that I'm expected to play. :S They're both quite challenging and long. I know they may sound a little simple at first, but meh, THEY ARE GR 10+ RCM so psh.

Aside from piano, and university, and the general pressures of everyday life, I decided on so many levels that I hate Brampton. Now I can generally come back on weekends, taking the GO bus after school on friday and coming back up on the sunday. Its only one bus, and its pretty convenient considering. But on Saturday night, the 28th, I was mugged walking back to Bryan's apartment complex.

Yup. MUGGED. By 4 black guys. SO, I'm going to explain how this happened:

So I decided to go see family on the Saturday, because I had relatives over and the like. It was great at the time. Everyone was there, and it was good to catch up with everyone. it had been a while, even before I left in general, that everyone had actually sat down and been civil. So it was nice for a change. The time right there was about 9pm. So Bryan and I headed out to McDonald's.

Technically, I'm still working here, even though I have no shifts. So, I got some food, and was able to say hi to a lot of people I hadn't seen in a couple weeks. Everyone was excited and sad that I had left, so that made me feel wanted >:) Kinda horrible how that works, but meh, thats life. So after saying my goodbyes, we take off up to Torbram and catch the 14 going south along towards Queen. It was supposed to come at 9:43, but it was a couple minutes late. After this, I lost track of time.

So the bus passes Queen Street, and we head to Clark. That's where we get off the bus. All good so far. The apartment buildings are about a collective 6-7 minutes walk, or even less if its brisk. Walking west (toward the mall) we turned left (south) onto Eastbourne, which is his street. At the corner of Eastbourne and Clark, there is a huge church, and its fairly new. New as in, bright lights, large area, generally high tech. Looking over at the church, I noticed 4 black guys that were propped against the wall of the church.

"Oh fuck..." I whisper to myself. We pick up the pace, and maybe 45 seconds later, we were sucker jumped from behind. Of the four guys, two jumped against Bryan, and two against me. One guy already had his arm around my neck, and the other one hit me in the head several times. They told me to empty my pockets so I did; but there was nothing in there but petty change. Furious, they hit me more and demanded what was in my bag (just schoolbooks), and then my ring. HA! I wasn't about to hand that over, so I said no. They hit me more, but I swung back and hit someone. The black guy on my back fell backwards, pulling me onto the street. OH yea~! I should say how we were all right next to the main road, and how no one, til now, had stopped.

But yes, someone did stop, and the man got out and was scaring off the kids with the horn. The two got off me and started running. He saw my IpoD, which I guess he hadn't seen up until then, and tried to take it. I didn't let him, and twisted his hand.

The guy asked us if we were ok, and I guess I was; I was bleeding slightly, I had a huge headache + tons of bruises, and I was very emotionally shaken.

The police came after we got inside and they took full reports from both of us. After all that, they got Bryan's MP3 player from him, but nothing from me. Bryan complied with them, so he didn't get hurt. Apparently, they didn't hit him once, as opposed to how I got hit like... 7 or 8 times?

but thats life. So now I have huge reservations about going into Brampton ever again, mostly because now I don't care as much to either.

And that brings me up to the current day.

This is my essay on Japanese degradation due to war. I'll post tomorrow moreso bout everything I've missed in the last couple months.


( Japanese Essay )

Wow so tomorrow is my Chopin performance. I'm really scared about it, but I think I'll do ok -

Sonata No. 2 in Bb minor, Op. 35
III Marche funèbre: Lento
Mazurka, Op. 24, No. 1
Prelude #15 in D-flat, Op. 28 #15
Mazurka, Op. 67, No. 4
Nocturne no.1 in Bb minor, Op.9 no.4

I'm playing these 5 songs... wish me luck ^_^

I must make a list of everything that has happened in the last two months o.o

So I went through surgery yesterday. It all went well considering: I was knocked out no problem through IV, and I got major painkillers to take home. At first, I felt sick because of the anasthetic so I almost threw up on the way home. I was a bit drowsy and slept awhile. Bryan came over and nursed me for the time I couldn't speak/eat/drink etc.

So now I have three bottles of pills, antibiotics, antiinflammatory and painkillers. Yay! So much to remember lol.

But yea, can't eat solid food, from time to time I spit up blood.

Theres very little pain because I do very little to aggravate anything. So I think I'll be eating solid food as early as tomorrow. OR EVEN TONITE! Depends whether i want pizza or not. lol

Thursday I go in to have all 4 wisdom teeth extracted.

:x I hate surgery, and doctors and hospitals, and offices.....