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Over the past month, I've regularly found myself humming the opening song for Excel Saga, and I don't know why. Sure, I watched some episodes back in the fall, but I never bothered to download an mp3 of that song, since I love the opening because of the animation, not the music, which means I've never listened to it on its own, which means I CERTAINLY never looked up the romaji for the lyrics. So why do I know at least half the words? I didn't rewatch the episodes THAT much, back when I first got into it!
I still can't decide if that's a better song to have stuck in my head than "Petit Papa Noël", which is the other song that comes to me out of the blue, no matter the time of year, with dismaying frequency.
Maybe it runs in the family: B2 can regularly be heard humming the "Gloooo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooo-ria" part to "Les anges dans nos campagnes" (I think it's "Angels We Have Heard On High" in English, right?), whether or not it's anywhere near Christmas or anything glorious is going on.
This is the second morning in a row that's seen me wide awake before nine, without the aid of an alarm or any loud, outside noise. Interesting. I suppose it's good practice, seeing as how my new job will require me to be on my way to work no later than 7:30 (!!!), which will mean being in the shower by 6:30 on the days I have to wash my hair. Maybe I should start practicing...
In a way, I'm looking forward to going back to a "normal" schedule. Since coming to Japan, I've been coasting along on a minimal number of work hours, none of them before 10:30 (usually, it's 11). Since I don't have to get up early, I don't go to bed early, and I'd rather have the infinite possibilities of an evening stretching out ahead of me than the pleasure of early morning light but a pre-determined ending to the time I can spend lolling around in bed, exploring the internet. Back in university, I had the same thing happen to me the semester I had no class that started before 11. After a couple of months, though I was too lazy to do anything about it, I started feeling that the going-to-bed-at-3-am-and-getting-up-just-in-time-to-run-after-the-bus routine left a little something to be desired. I'm not truly a morning person (I really have no preference), but I do like my natural light, and since my window (yes, singular ;_;) faces north-east, I only ever get good light in the morning.
I just ate the weirdest pastry: a flaky shell (tasty) with white cheese (always good), egg (who doesn't like egg?) and half an apricot (fruit pastries are always appropriate!) on it. This is the second time I've bought it, and I couldn't tell you why. It tastes... not bad, certainly, it's just a bizarre combination of textures that manages to be odd yet satisfying. I think it's the egg that does it, though the fact that it isn't all that sweet (Japanese pastries, even the Western-style ones, tend not to be sugary-sweet) and the apricot hasn't been slathered in syrup also contributes.
I still can't decide if that's a better song to have stuck in my head than "Petit Papa Noël", which is the other song that comes to me out of the blue, no matter the time of year, with dismaying frequency.
Maybe it runs in the family: B2 can regularly be heard humming the "Gloooo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooo-ria" part to "Les anges dans nos campagnes" (I think it's "Angels We Have Heard On High" in English, right?), whether or not it's anywhere near Christmas or anything glorious is going on.
This is the second morning in a row that's seen me wide awake before nine, without the aid of an alarm or any loud, outside noise. Interesting. I suppose it's good practice, seeing as how my new job will require me to be on my way to work no later than 7:30 (!!!), which will mean being in the shower by 6:30 on the days I have to wash my hair. Maybe I should start practicing...
In a way, I'm looking forward to going back to a "normal" schedule. Since coming to Japan, I've been coasting along on a minimal number of work hours, none of them before 10:30 (usually, it's 11). Since I don't have to get up early, I don't go to bed early, and I'd rather have the infinite possibilities of an evening stretching out ahead of me than the pleasure of early morning light but a pre-determined ending to the time I can spend lolling around in bed, exploring the internet. Back in university, I had the same thing happen to me the semester I had no class that started before 11. After a couple of months, though I was too lazy to do anything about it, I started feeling that the going-to-bed-at-3-am-and-getting-up-just-in-time-to-run-after-the-bus routine left a little something to be desired. I'm not truly a morning person (I really have no preference), but I do like my natural light, and since my window (yes, singular ;_;) faces north-east, I only ever get good light in the morning.
I just ate the weirdest pastry: a flaky shell (tasty) with white cheese (always good), egg (who doesn't like egg?) and half an apricot (fruit pastries are always appropriate!) on it. This is the second time I've bought it, and I couldn't tell you why. It tastes... not bad, certainly, it's just a bizarre combination of textures that manages to be odd yet satisfying. I think it's the egg that does it, though the fact that it isn't all that sweet (Japanese pastries, even the Western-style ones, tend not to be sugary-sweet) and the apricot hasn't been slathered in syrup also contributes.
