Cosmic black with red swirls

"There's more good music out there in the world than bad music. You just have to ignore the crazies (mainstream listeners), turn off the radio, and make a huge vat of indie and stick with it."

I'm all for indie music, and I find little interest in mainstream - pop, r&b, rap etc. except for maybe a few songs here and there. Actually, I'm not even hardcore indie either. I don't choose what I like - I can't control that - I just choose what I like listening to.

We've all got a different palette of music taste (mine's rainbow and yours is moss green or the dirty blue of accidentally bleached dark wash denim) and that's just it. It's not that I go out of my way in searching for all the new wave, indiepop, retro junk bands, and then conveniently add their albums into my ipod so I become cool like that. I don't even like every single track in an album of indie band, unless they're my favourite band and I love them to bits, which is less than likely seeing the word "favourite" also could possibly mean "one and only".

Loads of people I know treat their interest in indie as an extraordinary thing, making it out to be an exclusive right in an inner circle of the music world, where we sit in triangles and wear peace signs and bop our heads along to some completely unknown band and rain blood on Justin Bieber and Rihanna.

If you like indie, well good for you, because I share the same kind of music taste as you and hey - we should hang sometime and share our passion and discuss discography. But let's keep it at that. Don't parade around the whole world and let everyone know that you know bands they don't know. Don't tweet a bunch of songs you are almost absolutely sure that no one else knows; because nobody, I repeat, nobody, ever likes to feel that they're not privy to something. You adore The Perishers? Fantastic - now please keep your adoration between you and your internet server, or you and your ipod. It's not a necessity that you let the world know what you're listening to for you to savour the song or the tingly sparks they give you.

Liking indie does not make you any cooler than the rest. You just have a rainbow music palette, and you don't have to prance about showing off how many other colours you've got on it rather than someone else's dusty pink one just because you can. Because rainbow doesn't mean it's any more exclusive than dusty pink, and it certainly doesn't mean that it makes you any more special. It's just different. Someone's cosmic black with red swirls palette is probably prettier than yours anyway.

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So. This song's for you, whoever you are for reading through my entire post and getting where I'm coming from.

Ambling Alp - Yeasayer

Getting sorted

So after my world was shattered when Kristina Horner took the official Pottermore sorting hat quiz and got Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin.. I went to search for the most reliable (and terribly complicated but possibly more accurate) free sorting quiz I could find through my favorite search tool. Thank you, Google.

The sorting hat says that I belong in Ravenclaw!

Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose intelligence is surest."

Ravenclaw students tend to be clever, witty, intelligent, and knowledgeable.
Notable residents include Cho Chang and Padma Patil (objects of Harry and Ron's affections), and Luna Lovegood (daughter of The Quibbler magazine's editor).

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I'm partial to Ravenclaw, in all honesty. The test was 106 questions long, and was incredibly complicated, with the necessity of meticulous answering as you had to rate every question based on your character with the range of 1-9. I took about half an hour.

The scores upon 100 for all 4 houses for mine ranks like so: Gryffindor - 75, Ravenclaw - 92, Hufflepuff - 62, Slytherin - 78.

So if I'm not Ravenclaw-ish, I'm a Slytherin. Suits me so - I'm definitely not brave enough and that loyal and dependable to be Gryffindor, or plain enough and fair to be Hufflepuff.

Other news about getting sorted... I've came up with a rough plan for the next 3 weeks up to promos. Right about now I just wish I can get the whole thing over and done with. It's a pain in the ass just waiting for it arrive.

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Recently I read something that made my heart drop. Don't we all hate that feeling? I know I do. If I knew in advance I'd probably.. still read it.. (due to my incessant stupidity and clawing curiosity) even if I knew I'd regret. Because I do, regret, that is. Would've been better off having never known. Now it's a feeling that will keep niggling at me and I'd take a couple of days to brush it off and think happier thoughts or just forget simply about it. Luckily I only told one; lessen the embarrassing factor when the people I told to about it finds out the truth. I feel like digging deep into the ground and burying myself alive, or jumping into the well where Samara's skeleton floats aimlessly in.

I am never interpreting things beyond my capabilities anymore. I'll just settle for walking around like a blundering fool completely clueless about my environment and aloof of my surroundings. I think I'd be better off that way.