‘Tis late. Or rather, the correct thing to say is that it is early. As I type this, it’s ten to one and I’m feeling rather tired. So, why am I blogging this early and why am I doing this when I’m tired? Well, as I’m sure my learned readers are aware (that’s you, if you couldn’t work it out) in a state of sleepiness, one’s imagination and creativity blooms. When I get like this, I just have an insatiable urge to write. So, here we are; finally updating my blog.
Honestly, I’m not too sure what to talk about. I could ramble on and on about my daily antics (if you could call them that …) but honestly, all I’ve been doing of late is watching anime and gaming and I feel right now, writing about that will simply be doing my creative feelings grave injustice. I can write about that stuff whenever, but right now it feels like creativity has reached Limit Break. When you have a Limit Break ready, you don’t squander it by simply attacking or casting a spell; you use one of your Limit Break attacks!
So, what is my Limit Break attack? Crazy, spontaneous stories that make little sense? No, I do that without Limit Break. An angry rant about the state of politics? A serious, philosophical ramble? Again, both of these things I do without Limit Break. No, I throw these to the wind. I have few ideas what to blog about in all honesty. And I have no idea how to carry on that geeky metaphor so I’ll stop with that too. Instead, of a long article about something in particular, I have a different idea. I’ll ask Sophie-chan to give me five random words (even though they technically cannot be random, but I won’t go into that now for reasons discussed) and for each of these words, I’ll write something. It can be anything. Let’s see how this goes …
Synthesised
Ah, combining various objects to create something new is to synthesise something. I think. Don’t murder me if I’ve got the meaning of that word wrong, simply blame Star Ocean. To synthesise on that is to merge multiple items to create a new one. So, it’s combining things. The first thing that actually came to mind when I typed that last sentence was in fact mixing alcoholic drinks. DO NOT DO IT, CHILDREN! Once upon a time, I was quite experimental with drinking. I enjoyed drinking all manners of beverages, many of which were spirits. Granted, I became totally shitfaced at parties often, but I could still drink those things. That was until an EVIL man swooped down and shattered these fun times by creating a VILE potion which made me hate these. Translation: at a party where I was already pissed, my friend Kamaru-kun decided it’d be fun to take advantage of my liberated senses and mix EVERYTHING he could find in the kitchen. That drink made me very ill and also made me feel rather sick whenever I tasted most spirits again. All I can drink now is cider, pretty much. Granted, it is a helluva lot nicer than most drinks, but I’d still like the choice.
Lantern
A lantern, to me, seems like such a romantic object. Simply from that word, a whole world unfolds in my mind. It is night time. I see a large, open field with long grass, littered with trees and a small and stout, wooden house. The only light for miles around are from the stars and the soft light of the candle flickering from within a lantern hanging from a hook on the outside wall of the house. Two lovers sit on a bench, listening to the faint noise of crickets, with the distinct smell of a summer night lingering in the air. The area is completely devoid of technology and there is a sense of distinct isolation – yet not loneliness – in which the two simply enjoy being with each other and with nature.
Violently
Violence is very prominent in today’s society. Generally, I think it’s a very wrong way to go about doing things. Beating people to solve a problem is simply idiotic and barbaric. War is this way too. Things in the world aren’t so simple though and I’m having so much trouble writing about this. I keep finding myself disagreeing, agreeing and disagreeing with myself again as I write and rewrite this part. I’m honestly not exactly sure where I stand on violence. All I know is that it makes me horribly depressed and that I wish it just didn’t exist in the world. In fiction, it’s good, but that’s as far as I’d like it to go. I know that’ll never happen though; it’s as stupid as fighting itself to even think it’ll go away.
Morph
Ditto is a Pokémon which morphs itself to whatever Pokémon it is fighting. Honestly, I always found it a bit of a stupid one. Yup, that’s all I have on that one.
Gah, I get this far and I realise my creativity which once burned brightly has long since dimmed and no longer do I have ideas flooding my mind. With this, I must end my entry. For anyone who really cared, the last word was supposed to be ‘black’, but … GAH! I can’t write something even slightly interesting anymore. And with that, I’ll end this rather unusual entry.
