Monday, December 13, 2004

   NEVER MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!
ONCE AGAIN . . .
How come when I try to put a song on my site it works then I go to push the current song button and it says "your browser does not support this feature"?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Could someone please help?????? It works when I push other people's current song buttons!!!!!!!!!!! Can ANYONE ELSE get my song to work?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!


AH never mind!!! For the freaking love of--!!!!!!!!!! It WORKS on the SCHOOL LIBRARY COMPUTERS but NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!!!! Geez and everyone wonders why people hate AOL!!!

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   Wow!
How come it keeps going up?!?!?! I'm not THAT interesting!!!!!!!!

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Sunday, December 12, 2004

   Not too bad for a newbie . . .
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(and everyone keeps complimenting the colors on my site . . . )
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   I'm getting STEAMED!!!!!!!!!!
How come when I try to put a song on my site it works then I go to push the current song button and it says "your browser does not support this feature"?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Could someone please help?????? It works when I push other people's current song buttons!!!!!!!!!!! Can ANYONE ELSE get my song to work?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
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   Save me, someone, anyone!
Okay. I'm feeling wacked out because of stupid finals. Which would be why I haven't posted in a few days. (how many has it been? I'm really bad at keeping track of time . . . )
But . . . here are some thoughts I had while studying. Not too refined yet, but they capture the odd stuff going through my brain:

One:
I was studying in my psychology text during that insane weekend before finals and came to the section on psychological disorders. In the unit introduction, the author was saying, ". . . the bewilderment and pain of a psychological disorder--which can bring unexplained physical symptoms, irrational fears, or even the feeling that life is not worth living." And I thought: Even? Even? How curious that is to me! I know that 'even' must make sense to most people, but the idea that life might not be worth living has pervaded my thoughts constantly for so many years that I have completely and utterly forgotten what it feels like to be unequivocally certain that there is a reason to bother with life for even one instant longer. The phrase felt unreal and rather petty. Even! The notion that it seems perfectly normal to say even in that context to most of the population is astounding and unreachable. It is ouside my realm of experience. I think I did not have such troubles as a child, but my spiritual and psychological state during those years has been lost somewhere in the stream of time . . . I cannot even imagine how good it must feel to not be questioning your existence and the meaning of the universe incessantly. Yet, somehow, to those who do not doubt life so, from what I understand, there is no spread of warmth, no utter joy . . . and to me, that is the greatest mystery of all--that so many can take life for granted without a second thought.

Two:
My perception of reality is distorted. I feel things physically, but not clearly, and not very well. It does not seem real. I feel--detached. Emotion, as most people know it, is alien to me. All I feel is pain. Not searing, not unbearable, but more than a dull ache. I feel pain and all else drowns in it. On the rare occasion, I can feel the slightest twinge of emotion--it comes as a shock. Even if it is negitive it is sweet. It is Other. It is all that I desire. Do you feel so many intense emotions that they constantly yank you about and you wish for nothing more than to be numb for awhile? Do not wish it! I say I feel pain but its constancy renders it immaterial. For all intents and purposes, I am numb. I will tell you now that it is worse than being dead--even if it is blessedly tranquil at first, you soon come to realize the most horrible internal affliction. There are things around you that you should be able to emotionally react to--but you do not. You feel nothing. Your heart does not drop. Your feet do not float. You may attain a mental feeling of emotion--you may become depressed, or frustrated, or sad, or happy, but it's not the all-encompassing unbearable indescribable feeling that comes from your heart. It is Nothing. It is useless. It is a distraction, a diversion from the realization that you are empty. When you want, with your deepest being, with all you have left, to feel something, anything, so that you cannot forget it, so that your most profound self cannot stop screaming for the injustice of a living death, that is worse than being dead.

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Thursday, December 9, 2004

   Weeeeeeeeeee!
Okay I was depressed earlier but now I'm hyper again. So my rating keeps going up--probably mainly because people see it for the first time. But it's nice, anyway !!! Someone said in my guestbook that the random member button likes me . . . I guess that's a good thing.

I've been mainly trying to avoid thinking about finals next week. I have several books and texts to read and tons of notes to study if I want to do very well. Okay, no more on that topic.
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Wednesday, December 8, 2004

More stuff probably none of you will ever sift through.
Here are more quotes. I'm too lazy to actually write anything today.

BY DOUGLAS ADAMS:
Life, the Universe, and Everything.

BY JOHN ADAMS:
I agree with you that in politics the middle way is none at all.

Remember, democracy never lasts long. It soon exhausts, and murders itself. There never was a democracy that did not commit suicide.

BY ROBERT ALDEN:
There is not enough darkeness in all the world to put out the light of even one small candle.

BY SIR NORMAN ANGELL:
The Great Illusion

BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR:
I know why the caged bird sings . . .

BY VARIOUS ANONYMOUS:
his own worst enemy

A beast but just a beast.

The bloody deed was done.

Bring out your dead.

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

‘Has anyone here been raped and speaks English?’ The callous cry summed up for me the tragic, yet wildly surrealish nature of the country itself.

He who has the sea has the shore
And the castle is his who has the plain;
But freedom dwells upon the mountain peaks.

Is there a life before death?

It is now proved beyond doubt that cigarettes are the biggest single cause of statistics.

I told you I was sick. --epitaph of a hypochondriac

The killing fields

The king is dead--long live the king!

Life’s a bitch, and then you die.

Lonely Are the Brave

May you live in interesting times.

We who are about to die salute you.

No one likes us--we don’t care.

Not as a stranger . . .

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

So deep is the night . . ./
So dark is the night . . .

Hear my song.

Stop the World, I Want to Get Off

The things that will destroy us are . . .
politics without principle,
pleasure without conscience;
wealth without work;
knowledge without character;
business without morality;
science without humanity; and
worship without sacrifice.

This is not a dress rehearsal, this is real life.

This must be the first time a rat has come to the aid of a sinking ship.

The tie that binds . . .

The time is now.

To save the town, it became necessary to destroy it.

To the world he was a soldier,
To me he was the world.

When Pictures Look Alive With Movement Free
When Ships Like Fishes Swim Beneath the Sea
When Men Outstripping Birds Can Scan the Sky
Then Half the World Deep Trenched in Blood Will Lie. --carved on a tombstone five hundred years ago

With twenty-six soldiers of lead, I can conquer the world.

BY ARCHIMEDES:
Give me but one firm spot on which to stand, and I with move the earth.

BY HANNAH ARENDT:
It was as though in those last minutes he was summing up the lessons that this long course in human wickedness had taught us--the lesson of the fearsome, word-and-thought-defying banality of evil.

BY ARISTOTLE:
Tragedy is thus a representation of an action that is worth serious attention, complete in itself and of some amplitude . . . by means of pity and fear bringing about the purgation of such emotions.

BY MATTHEW ARNOLD:
Beautiful city! So venerable, so lovely, so unravaged by the fierce intellectual life of our century, so serene! . . . Whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age . . . Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!

The sea is calm to-night,
The tide is full, the moon lies far
Upon the straits . . .
For the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams.

And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night. --from Armies of the Night

The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. He who works for sweetness and light, works to make reason and the will of God prevail.

BY MARGOT ASQUITH, LATER COUNTESS OF OXFORD AND ASQUITH:
He has a brilliant mind until he makes it up.

BY JOHN AUBREY:
How these curiosities would be quite forgot, did not such idle fellows as I am put them down.

Grubbing in churchyards. --his method of historical research

BY W.H. AUDEN:
The Dog Beneath the Skin

. . . The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day. . . .
The day of his death was a dark cold day . . .
Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still,
For poetry makes nothing happen . . .
Earth, receive an honored guest: . . .
Let the Irish vessel lie
Emptied of its poetry.

A professor is one who talks in someone else’s sleep.

BY EMILE AUGIER:
Longing to be back in the mud.

BY JANE AUSTEN:
You have delighted us long enough.

BY FRANCIS BACON:
Three Screaming Popes

BY WALTER BAGEHOT:
. . . if you begin to poke about it you cannot reverence it . . . Its mystery is its life. We must not let in daylight upon magic.

BY STANLEY BALDWIN, LATER 1ST EARL BALDWIN OF BEWDLY:
The bomber will always get through.

Once I leave, I leave. I am not going to speak to the man on the bridge, and I am not going to spit on the deck.

BY ARTHUR BALFOUR, LATER 1ST EARL OF BALFOUR:
Nothing matters very much and very few things matter at all.

BY TALLULAH BANKHEAD:
There’s less in this than meets the eye.

BY MAURICE BARING:
If you would know what the Lord God thinks of money, you have only to look at those to whom He gave it.

Puppet Show of Memory

BY SIR JAMES BARRIE:
Greatest horror--dream I am married--wake up shrieking.

Second [star] to the right, and straight on till morning. --from Peter Pan

To die will be an awfully big adventure. --from Peter Pan

BY BERNARD BARUCH:
Let us not be deceived--we are today in the midst of a cold war.

BY C. HENRY BATEMAN:
There is a Happy Land

BY CHARLES BAUDELAIRE:
Hypocrite reader, my likeness, my brother! --’The Burial of the Dead’

BY 1ST BARON BEAVERBROOK (MAXWELL AITKEN):
Because he shakes hands with people’s hearts.
Go out and speak for the inarticulate and the submerged.

He did not care which direction the car was going, so long as he was in the driver’s seat.

BY TONY BENN:
If voting changed anything they would make it illegal.

BY ALAN BENNETT:
Life, you know, is rather like opening a tin of sardines. We’re all of us looking for the key.

So boring you fell asleep halfway through her name.

BY STELLA BENSON:
Call no man foe, but never love a stranger.

BY GEORGE BERKELY:
If a tree falls in a forest, and no one is there to hear it, it makes no sound.

The peasant starves in the midst of plenty.
BY IRVING BERLIN:
As Thousands Cheer

BY SIR JOHN BETJEMAN:
Ghastly Good Sense

Come friendly bombs, and fall on Slough.
It isn’t fit for humans now.

BY ANEURIN BEVAN:
No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical or social seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep and burning hatred for [them] that inflicted those experiences on me. So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin.

In Place of Fear

We know what happens to people who stay in the middle of the road. They get run over.

. . . He must speak in calm and objective accents and talk about a dying child in the same way as he would about the pieces inside an internal combustion engine.

If we complain about the tune, there is no reason to attack the monkey when the organ grinder is present.

And you call that statesmanship? I call it an emotional spasm.

I read the newspaper avidly. It is my one form of continuous fiction.

BY ERNEST BEVIN:
Not while I’m alive, he ain’t.

The real tragedy of the poor is the poverty of their aspirations.

BY ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE:
I care for nobody, no, not I,
And nobody cares for me.

BY RODNEY BICKERSTAFFE:
--I wouldn’t spit in their mouths if their teeth were on fire.

BY AMBROSE BIERCE:
He had nothing to say and he said it.

BY NATHANIEL BIGG:
To each generation, that which preceded it must seem in some measure, according to its expectation of a hopeful futurity, the last age of innocence.

BY LAURENCE BINYON:
‘For the Fallen’
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

BY AUGUSTINE BIRRELL:
That great dust-heap called ‘history’.

One whom it was easy to hate but still easier to quote.

BY JOHN BIRT:
There is a bias in television journalism. It is not against any particular party or point of view--it is a bias against understanding.

BY OTTO VON BISMARCK:
Blood and iron.

BY WILLIAM BLAKE:
The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true Poet, and of the Devil’s party without knowing it.

If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.

This life’s five windows of the soul
Distort the Heavens from pole to pole,
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not thro’, the eye.

BY PIERRE BOSQUET:
It is magnificent, but it is not war.

BY RUTLAND BOUGHTON:
They land and are glad . . . are terrible!

BY LORD BOWEN:
We must ask ourselves what the man on the Clapham omnibus would think.

BY NICHOLAS BRETON:
A Mad World, My Masters

BY JOHN BRIGHT:
The angel of death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings.

BY RONALD BRITTAIN:
You ‘orrible little man.

BY COLONEL BRITTON:
The night is your friend.

BY EMILY BRONTE:
. . . may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you--haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad--only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! O God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

BY RUPERT BROOKE:
These I have loved.

BY ANITA BROOKNER:
In real life, of course, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market . . . Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.

BY LORD BROUGHAM:
It adds a new terror to death.

BY JOHN MASON BROWN:
Some television programmes are so much chewing gum for the eyes.

BY SIR THOMAS BROWNE:
That children dream not in the first half year, that men dream not in some countries, are to me sick men’s dreams, dreams out of the ivory gate, and visions before midnight.

Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.

BY ROBERT BROWNING:
Over my head his arm he flung
Against the world; and scarce I felt
His sword (that dripped by me and swung)
A little shifted in his belt.

BY ANTHONY BURGESS:
The End of the World News

BY 1ST LORD BURGHLEY (WILLIAM CECIL):
What! all this for a song?



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Monday, December 6, 2004

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, Euphoria Triumphant!!!!!!!
I just came from my theatre class and a hilarious guest speaker came to talk about acting. I am now hyper from absorbing his energy and the energy of the entire class laughing so hard they can't breathe. Of course, this mood is particularly high because I believe I am in a manic episode right now. Hehe. I don't mean to freak anyone out by my mental issues, but they're a part of me. Don't worry, I'm not about to go blow stuff up. I'm not that type. And I have moral inhibitions despite whatever current mental state I'm in.
Anyway . . . what was I going to say? Oh. I was going to paste some quotes I find fascinating to provide more insight to who I am in case anyone wants to know. Of course, that's the purpose of this page, isn't it?
So here ya go:

"When I close my eyes, I can see for miles" ~ Incubus lyric

"Its a bitter sweet symphony, thats life. Your a slave to the money, then you die." ~ Richard Ashcroft (The Verve)


A man said to the universe:
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."--Stephen Crane, "War Is Kind"

--listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go. --e.e. cummings, 1x1

Buraeucrats are the only people in the world who can say absolutely nothing and mean it. --James H. Boren

Until the rise of American advertising, it never occured to anyone anywhere in the world that the teenager was a captive in a hostile world of adults. --Gore Vidal, "Rocking the Boat"

All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams. --Elias Canetti

Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. --Charles Fisher

Your children are not your children.
The are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. . . .
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your
dreams. --Kahlil Gibran

If a man hasn't discovered something he will die for, he isn't fit to live. --Martin Luther
King, Jr.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. --Oscar Wilde

If the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch. --Matthew 15:14

Beware that you do not lose the substance by grasping at the shadow. --Aesop

Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live. --Mark Twain

We are always getting ready to live, but never living. --Ralph Waldo Emerson

The universe does not attract us until housed in an individual. --Ralph Waldo Emerson

And if there had been more of the world,
They would have reached it. --Luis de Camoes

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. --Henry David Thoreau

It is easy to be tolerant when you do not care. --George Bernard Shaw

I never give them hell. I just tell the truth, and they think it is hell. --Harry S Truman

The tragedy of life is not that man loses but that he almost wins. --Heywood Brown

Nothing is ever done in this world until men are prepared to kill one another if it is not done. --George Bernard Shaw

Vision is the art of seeing things invisible. --Jonathan Swift

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper. --T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"

LIfe is full of infinite absurdities, which, strangely enough, do not even need to appear plausible, since they are true. --Luigi Pirandello

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. --Zelda
Fitzgerald

Don't look back. Something may be gaining on you. --Satchel Paige

I grow old ever learning many things. --Solon

The most frustrating condition a human being can find himself in is that of an artist with a block. --me.

In the nineteenth century the problem was that God is dead; in the twentieth century the problem is that man is dead. In the nineteenth century inhumanity meant cruelty; in the twentieth century it means schizoid self-alienation. The danger of the past was that men became slaves. The danger of the future is that men may become robots. –Erich
From, "The Sane Society"

What have I in common with Jews? I have hardly anything in common with myself. --Franz Kafka (note: quoted for the content of the second sentence, but the first is required for full context. no discrimination intended by me.)

To live is to feel oneself lost. --Jose Ortega y Gasset, "The Revolt of the Masses"

And he that strives to touch the stars,
Oft stumbles at a straw. --Edmund Spenser

We expect to eat and stay thin, to be constantly on the move and ever more neighborly . . . to revere God and to be God. --Daniel J. Boorstin, on Americans

America is the only nation in history which miraculously has gone directly from barbarism to degeneration without the usual interval of civilization. --Georges Clemenceau

I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something in-conceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering. --W.S. Gilbert (doesn't quite make sense to me but sounds hilarious. someone explain?)

Nothing is more conducive to peace of mind than not having any opinion at all. Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity. --George Bernard Shaw

Things are entirely what they appear to be--and behind them . . . there is nothing. --Jean-Paul Sartre, "Nausea"

The physician can bury his mistakes, but the architecht can only advise his clients to plant vines. --Frank Lloyd Wright

Art is meant to upset people, science reassures them. --Georges Braque

Love art. Of all lies, it is the least untrue. --Gustave Flaubert (1846)

Art does not reproduce the visible; rather, it makes visible. --Paul Klee, "The Inward Vision"

Art is a revolt against fate. --Andre Malraux, "Voices of Silence"

We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth, at least the truth that is given us to understand. --Pablo Picasso

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. --Oscar Wilde

Art happens--no hovel is safe from it, no Prince may depend on it, the vastest intelligence cannot bring it about, and puny efforts to make it universal end in quaint comedy, and coarse farce. --James McNeill Whistler, "The Gentle Art of Making Enemies"

People are broad-minded. They'll accept the fact that a person can be an alcoholic, a dope fiend, a wife beater and even a newspaperman, but if a man doesn't drive, something's wrong with him. --Art Buchwald, "Have I Ever Lied to You?"

Beauty is everlasting
And dust is for a time. --Marianne Moore, "A Distrust of Merits"

Beauty is all very well at first sight, but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days? --George Bernard Shaw

Beauty more than bitterness
Makes the heart break. --Sara Teasdale

You can do very little with faith, but you can do nothing without it. --Samuel Butler

Here I stand. I can do no other. --Martin Luther (1521)

When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools. --William Shakespeare

Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals; we storm heaven itself in our folly. --Horace

If the creator had a purpose in equipping us with a neck, he surely meant us to stick it out. --Arthur Koestler

A book is a mirror: when a monkey looks in, no apostle can look out. --Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

Books won't stay banned. They won't burn. Ideas won't go to jail. --A. Whitney Griswold

Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings. --Heinrich Heine

POSITIVE, adj. Mistaken at the top of one's voice. --Ambrose Bierce, "The Devil's Dictionary"

Character is what a man is in the dark. --Dwight L. Moody

Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. --Mark Twain

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in. --Graham Greene

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two road diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. --Robert Frost

Clearly, then, the city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo. --Desmond Morris

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim. --Christopher Morley

Cities are the abyss of the human speciecs. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau

what man calls civilization
always results in deserts --Don Marquis

We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words. --Kahlil Gibran, "Sand and Foam"

Hell is other people. --Jean-Paul Sartre, "No Exit"

Don't shout for help at night. You may wake your neighbors. --Stanislaw LEC

Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us. --Rainer Maria Rilke

There is nothing to be learned from history anymore. We're in science fiction now. --Allen Ginsberg, quoted in "After the Wake"

Home is the place where, when you hae to go there,
They have to take you in. --Robert Frost, "The Death of the Hired Man"

The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons. --Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hope is a waking dream. --Aristotle

Everyone is as God made him, and often a great deal worse. --Miguel de Cervantes

Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between that things are, and what they ought to be. --William Hazlitt

Man would be OTHERwise. That is the essence of the specifically human. --Antonio Machado

Two men look out through the same bars:
One sees the mud, and one the stars. Frederick Langbridge

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell,
By reiteration chiefly. --Elizabeth Barrett Browning

More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly. --Woody Allen, "Side Effects"

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked. --Allen Ginsberg, "Howl"

The first couple were found through someone else, and the rest I found in an (old and pathetic but somewhat useful) quote book.

So--this is the type of thoughts that interest me.
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. . .
ALIRYN (AH-li-rin) verb:
to be called crazy by almost everyone;
to believe in a sub-culture consisting of people who are into scifi/fantasy/anime/etc--a kind of a mix of high culture and teenage attitudes;
to not be girly or a tomboy;
to try to unify the ideas of 'elegant' and 'cool' in oneself;
to be spacy and unable to remember things well (excepting every bitty little detail about the anime/manga/novels/video games/etc that one likes);
to love anime/manga-Japanese-style art and The Legend of Zelda games;
to read Fushigi Yuugi, Inuyasha, Immortal Rain, and Trigun manga with a passion;
to love The Lord of the Rings and The Bitterbynde books;
to love The Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Labrinyth, and The Dark Crystal movies;
to be a Christian but not perfect, or a proselytizer;
to be a conservative but not a stick-in-the-mud;
to love to think about things logically/critically/analytically;
to be willing consider others' points of view;
to be major depressive and probably also bipolar--so that one is usually in a big deep black hole that most people can't even begin to imagine and sometimes flying through the stars in total euphoria;
to be committed in one's soul to unifying the truths of the universe into one answer so that one cannot forget or turn from the search, but is consumed by it every instant;
to hate all who hate that one loves;
to desire things to be as they Should Be;
to hear the screaming of the universe--
THAT is what it is to be aliryn.

Well, this is the day I first joined myOtaku and made my site. I have to admit that this is pretty fun. Sooo . . . I'm trying to avoid studying for finals. And . . . right now . . . I feel kind of blah. So go have fun without me.
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