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I have a feeling it's not gonna last, but my insane happiness is partially a result of reading Spiralis's entire page again, partially looking at all of Aliah's pics again (and leaving insane comment), and partially excitement over how well the frustrating drawing is going. And the music helps, too. I was feeling so needy and wanting attention, just kinda dying of neglect, and checking three different journals for changes every two minutes (mine for comments, Aliah's, and Alex's). I wanted somebody to talk to meee! But then I went from Alex's journal to the Nameless Page and was cheered by the fun insanity and hyperness. And I hadn't looked atthe gallery in forever so there were updates to peruse. Then there was Ev's journal to read, and hyperness there too. So I can stand it if nobody pays any attention to me for another night. I have cheesy ground beef and Gershwin, and my face is so greasy I'm thinking about taking a big-time fancy candlelit bath (who knows, the profound spiritual experience may reoccur. Oh, I never explained that, did I? Well, I will soon) with scents and fire and bubbles and all that. I feel like swaying seductively though. That must be the music. Gods know I could never pull it off. That reminds me of the time at Ally's old house when I brought the black lacy/leather thingy and revealed some unorthodox knowledge I had picked up somewhere. That was weird. I feel weird. I want skritches. No, I don't. I want smooth, gentle pets. But there's nobody here but Mama, and I am tired of vacuuming. I sang my two art songs enough during that that I think I have them both perfectly memorized now. Let's see... Just to annoy you, I'll post their lyrics with my attempted translations.
Der Neugerige (The ?)
Ich frage keine Blume (I ask no flowers)
Ich frage keinen Stern (I ask no stars.)
Sie koennen mir alle nicht sagen (They cannot tell me at all)
Was ich erführ so gern. (What I so enjoy honor-leading)
Ich bin ja auch kein Gärtner (I am also definitely no gardener,)
Die Sterne stehen zu hoch (The stars stay up too high)
Mein Bächlein will ich fragen (I will ask my little brook)
Was ich mein herz belog. (What I deceive my heart.)
O Bächlein meine liebe (O little brook my dear)
Was bist du heut so stumm? (What are you very so quiet?)
Will ja nur eines wissen (Only one wants to know)
Ein Wörtchen um und um. (A little word over and over)
Ja, heisst das eine Wörtchen (Yes, says one word)
Das andre heisset nein (The other says no)
Die beiden Wörtchen schliessen die ganze Welt mir ein (The two words shut the whole world to me)
O Bächlein meine liebe (O little brook my dear)
Wie bist du wunderlich (As you are wonderful)
Will's ja nicht weitersagen (I want you to say nothing further)
Sag, Bächlein liebt sie mich? (Tell, brookling, does she love me?)
Wow. That took all the screwing of a vague brain that it needs, getting year-and-a-half-old German words out of it. I'll try the Italian next... The words are simpler, but repeated about three thousand times in part and whole.
Gia il sole dal Ganges (The sun over the Ganges[east])
Gia il sole dal Ganges (The sun over the Ganges[east] rises)
piu chiaro sfavilla (A little clearly ?)
de terge ogni stilla (of the back of every ?)
del alba che piange. (Of the dawn that weeps)
Col raggio dorato (With the rays golden)
ingemma ogni stello (Setting gems in every blade [of grass])
E gli astri del cielo (And the stars of the sky)
dipinge nel prato. (Painting in the ?)
Well that was a little incoherent. It took forever, too. It's thirty minutes after I started this dangt journal. Greep. I've lost my mood. Oh! I see why. I paused the music so I could remember the words to my songs, and it took the hyper away, mostly. Putting it back on helps. I'm scared to start coloring this picture because it's so perfect. But it's a commission. I suppose I could copy it (I don't have a big enough copier, we'd have to go to Kinko's) and color the copy... Zee. I want... No, I don't. I don't even know what I'd do with him if I got him. Guard him jealously against all comers, probably. He'd hate that. I want him anyway, because he pets me. He pets everybody, but it still feels like tactile music. I need some fire.
Der Neugerige (The ?)
Ich frage keine Blume (I ask no flowers)
Ich frage keinen Stern (I ask no stars.)
Sie koennen mir alle nicht sagen (They cannot tell me at all)
Was ich erführ so gern. (What I so enjoy honor-leading)
Ich bin ja auch kein Gärtner (I am also definitely no gardener,)
Die Sterne stehen zu hoch (The stars stay up too high)
Mein Bächlein will ich fragen (I will ask my little brook)
Was ich mein herz belog. (What I deceive my heart.)
O Bächlein meine liebe (O little brook my dear)
Was bist du heut so stumm? (What are you very so quiet?)
Will ja nur eines wissen (Only one wants to know)
Ein Wörtchen um und um. (A little word over and over)
Ja, heisst das eine Wörtchen (Yes, says one word)
Das andre heisset nein (The other says no)
Die beiden Wörtchen schliessen die ganze Welt mir ein (The two words shut the whole world to me)
O Bächlein meine liebe (O little brook my dear)
Wie bist du wunderlich (As you are wonderful)
Will's ja nicht weitersagen (I want you to say nothing further)
Sag, Bächlein liebt sie mich? (Tell, brookling, does she love me?)
Wow. That took all the screwing of a vague brain that it needs, getting year-and-a-half-old German words out of it. I'll try the Italian next... The words are simpler, but repeated about three thousand times in part and whole.
Gia il sole dal Ganges (The sun over the Ganges[east])
Gia il sole dal Ganges (The sun over the Ganges[east] rises)
piu chiaro sfavilla (A little clearly ?)
de terge ogni stilla (of the back of every ?)
del alba che piange. (Of the dawn that weeps)
Col raggio dorato (With the rays golden)
ingemma ogni stello (Setting gems in every blade [of grass])
E gli astri del cielo (And the stars of the sky)
dipinge nel prato. (Painting in the ?)
Well that was a little incoherent. It took forever, too. It's thirty minutes after I started this dangt journal. Greep. I've lost my mood. Oh! I see why. I paused the music so I could remember the words to my songs, and it took the hyper away, mostly. Putting it back on helps. I'm scared to start coloring this picture because it's so perfect. But it's a commission. I suppose I could copy it (I don't have a big enough copier, we'd have to go to Kinko's) and color the copy... Zee. I want... No, I don't. I don't even know what I'd do with him if I got him. Guard him jealously against all comers, probably. He'd hate that. I want him anyway, because he pets me. He pets everybody, but it still feels like tactile music. I need some fire.
