Tuesday, December 14, 2004

...and my stomach is sick, and it's all in my head...
"Mr. Brightside" - The Killers *heh heh*

Right, since the other day I neglected to give a movie "update", here we go now:
The Princess Bride, 1987, PG, starring Cary Elwes, Robin Wright, Mandy Patinkin, Christopher Guest, Andre the Giant, Wallace Shawns, and Chris Sarandon...not to mention the special appearances by Peter Falk, Carol Kane, and Billy Crystal.
Right, I've been watching this movie since I was one. I love it. It follows the edited version of the book almost perfectly line for line. (Edited because let's face it, you would not have all the stuff in the original, and not even I want to read the original). This movie has everything: "Fencing, fighting, revenge, chases, escapes, true love" and giants, and pirates, and an evil Sicilian, and death, and resurrection, and beauty, and hideousness, and miracles, and everything else a good action/adventure/romance story should have.

The Man From Snowy River, 1982, PG, staring Kirk Douglas and Jack Thompson.
Based on the poem by A. B. Pateson. This is a sweet romance and involves horses and Aussies. The soundtrack is absolutely beautiful (have it somewhere). It's a great movie to sit on the couch and watch with a cup of cocoa.

Right, so yesterday StarCommander left :( After she left I spent the whole day in bed. Sleeping. My whole day after twelve-thirty just went out the window because I never got out of bed...except to be sick. But anyways.

I should be going fencing today with Rill Dracas at the Riverwalk Park with the SCA. *manic grin* Definately looking forward to that.

In other news, I need to finish washing my clothes, I'm going to work, wash the dishes, and give Fthr his present.

Hope he likes the CD StarCommander and I stayed up all night creating. *goes cross-eyed*

Speaking of presents...
I gave Epee his Christmas present the other day and his face just Lit Up! I mean, it blossomed in a glowing radiant shining light! It was amazing. Mom was even able to get a picture of it. *basks in remembered radiance of his smile*
StarCommmander gave me her Christmas present, and it totally rocks! It's a picture of two white wolves standing in the snow behind birches (I think) against a deep, navy blue background. It Rocks My Socks! It's greater than sliced bread.
I feel really bad that I still don't have her gift. Or anybody else's for that matter. Craziness. Need to work on that today and the coming week.

Well, I suppose I should go wash dishes now. Or else just listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. (I love this radio station).
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Sunday, December 12, 2004

*la*
So, StarCommander has been over for the past two days *whoo!* and she's staying over today too! ^_^

So I'm going to do some more Christmas present shopping today and go out for coffee.
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Friday, December 10, 2004

   I'm Free! I'm Free!
*ha ha ha ha* I've taken my last exam! This semester is over! *wheeee*

In other news:
^Star Commander is coming over today to spend the weekend with yours truly!
^We're going to be going to Rill Dracas's house to chill after she gets here, so we can all celebrate finshing of exams
^I had a weird dream last night.

What was the dream? Well, since y'all insist.
I have a novel I'm working on and there's a character named Rememberance. He lived in the 1700's is a little bit of a smartass, but he has a good heart. With the novel's beginning, he's already dead. (The setting is sometime way in the future). But anyways, I spent the night with him last night. Apparently he's very pleased with my adding him into the book. *grin*

Think I'm going to go rot my brain out by playing Diablo now. Or watching a movie. Although I should write. I know! Food!!

Another obscure movie selection:
Billy Jack , 1971, PG.
This is a movie concerning racism (white vs Native Americans). Billy Jack is a half Native American and ex-Green Beret who watches over the kids at a school and makes sure they aren't harmed by the bigoted jerks who run the town. Introducing theme song is "One Tin Soldier Rides Again."
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Thursday, December 9, 2004

   Frazzled nerves...or maybe I'm just paranoid
It's a cool and misty morning. A thick fog that has not yet begun to dissipate.

No, I'm not joking. I swear to God that's what the weather is like outside right now.

My main concern for the weather this morning was: darn it! my black pants are in the dirty clothes. otherwise i could put on my sword shirt, boots, cape, and see if i could smuggle my sword around the school campus.

Get to school, everything's fine. Chat with the guy who sits next to me in theatre. Wait for the exam to get passed out. Takes me no more than a half hour at the most (my watch battery died a couple days ago, so I don't know how long it took) and I finish before everyone else.

I'm feeling good 'cause now I have even more time to do a last minute cram for the Latin exam (which happens in approximately four hours) and snag a copy of THE FREE TIMES on my way out the door.

Now, I read and walk at the same time. When I do this, I have a tendancy to block the rest of the world out. I know when I reach a road or driveway, but everything else may as well not exist. This one day will probably get me killed.

Today it helped me to keep my head.

I've got my nose buried in the paper reading the book review and there's this shouting from across the street. Slowly it begins to penetrate into my word clogged mind:
"They! You! With the Paper!"
after a little bit:
"You! In the Blue!"
And yes, I'm wearing blue jean over alls and a blue jean jacket.

There ain't nobody else on my side of the block! There's no one behind me and certainly no one in front of me and no one off to my immediate sides (my peripheral vision is alright and my hearing isn't That bad).

So there's this deep masculine voice calling out for a 5'4" white chic after she's passed the vicinity of Martin Luther King Park. (MLK is not a zone to be around, it's where drugs are sold and other unsavory activity takes place...it's paramount that you not find yourself there after nightfall unless you have a death wish).

But maybe I'm over reacting in freaking out. Maybe the guy needed help with something.

Which is why the words "I need help" never crossed his lips.

But you would think that someone would stop yelling for you when they obviously don't know who you are, and you sure as Hell aren't making any motion that you're even aware of his existence. I didn't even pick up my pace more than a parsec (and I really, really wanted to break out in a run).

Yes, I admit it. I'm paranoid. I don't like strange voices calling for me from across the street in an area where no one knows me and I have no place to run to.

So when I reached the next street, instead of walking in a straight line (home), which would recquire me to look up so I don't get run over, I turn right and head towards Devine Street. This is a business street with a fair amount of traffic.

After two blocks I ducked into Young's and bought a coke. I felt like a taunt wire.

Hell, I took off my jacket at one point so that I'd have the option to use it as a make shift weapon.

Talking about muttering prayers, oh yeah I was doing that too.

Yeah. I'm definately paranoid. It's official now. I never wanted a knife so much or to possess some martial arts/street fighting skills more than on my walk home today.

(Don't get me wrong, I can hold my own in a fight. But I'd definately get very hurt first. And might loose depending on who I'm fighting.)


Did y'all know, it's either S. C. as a whole or just Columbia, but either way, we have the highest violent crime rate in the US? Even more than inner city D. C. *sarcastic smile* And you know that That was swirling through my head.

I'm now going to turn up the radio even louder, eat some tomatoe soup, and try to see if I can splice some deponent verbs.

After my exam, I'm going to take a bath and call the Bowie-ite so I can properly freak out. Or Batman. Or somebody.

I'd tell my mom, but she's not home right now.

Definately got some mental issues I'm thinking. Blowing this whole thing out of proportion and what not.

Oh, and a movie. Captain Kronos: Vampire Hunter , circa 1974, rated R (but would probably be PG-13 in today's market).
A vampire is wiping out the young women of the village. But it's not sucking their blood, it's sucking their youth! (And some blood, come to think of it). It's up to Kronos to find the vampire and kill it. *bugle fanfare* Right, so it isn't the greatest movie on the planet, but I enjoyed it.

*turns up the radio and goes to her bedroom to get her teddy bear*
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Wednesday, December 8, 2004

Two down, three to go
All that's left now is: theatre 170, Latin 122, and religion 114.

Something funny in the acolite schedule (that would be people like me who help the priest during Mass):
"Daily Mass is an opportunity to have personal Mass training with our trainers. Please take advantage of this opportunity to improve serving kills."
*heh heh heh*

So yeah, still working on Chatper the Ninth and made progress on Chapter the Second for my novel.

Hmmm, it seems that people are comparing movie tastes. Just for the heck of it I'll jump on the bandwagon. Here are two for today:

Kelly's Heroes , 1970, starring: Clint Eastwood, Donald Sutherland, Telly Savalas, Don Rickles, and Carroll O'Connor.
The is a fortune on Nazi-confiscated gold bullion somewhere out there, and this platoon of men aim to acquire it. A war comedy set in (obviously) World War II.

WIZARDS , 1977, cartoon by Ralph Bakashi (the same guy who did the horrendous adaptation of The Hobbit ).
Set on post-apocalyptic Earth it's a magic versus technology kind of movie. Avatar vs his brother Blackwolf who wants to rule the war. Some scenes are slightly disorienting, but it's a good movie. And it has an absolutely smashing line at the end ("Let me show you something Momma should me when you weren't looking." - Avatar) that only makes good sense and is humerous if you watch it.

Right, I'm off 'cause Mom needs to make some phone calls. Cheers.
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Monday, December 6, 2004

Rambling on and on
Okay, so I've been spending the past nights of my life working on my English project and today is my English final exam at two. This means I need to hurry up and get dressed because I don't want to go take the exam in my pink long johns. (Yes, they're pink, which is upsetting, but they're long johns so they're actually Warm).

My friend who happens to be a priest played synthesizers in a cover garage rock band in the eighties. So yeah, we broke out into "Sunday Bloody Sunday" and "Shout" the other night when he came over (Friday, same day as Posy's b-day part [this would be my second sister]).

It strikes me that no one in there right mind would choose to be a priest. It's definately a calling. Why? Because it seems very lonely. Fthr. is a sociable person, and all his old friends are married with kids and everyone else thinks of him as A Priest. Like the same way you thought of your teachers as A Teacher when you were in elementary school. Follow? Or maybe I'm just being melancholy.

Friend of the family died on Wednesday. Funeral was Saturday. The only time I cried Saturday was when a certain Christmas song came on the radio. I'm not hard hearted, it's just that I wasn't exactly close to her, she lived to be ninety, she lived a good life, and she passed on in her sleep. Should there actually be a heaven like I believe in, she's definately thing. *shrugs* I just don't find death as an evil thing.

Last night I was over at a friend's house studying for Latin. Going over there again as soon as I'm done with my exam. She is awesome. She has a four year old kid, is a threatre major, working on a novel (already written it, just needs to edit it), writes some of the best , Harry Potter fiction Ever, and the list of her greatness could go on. Think from now on I'll refer to her as Rill Dracas. Or have I already? I can't remember.

Speaking on novels...on the one I'm working on, I actually got to Chapter the Second! *whoo-hoo* Haven't got back to working on Chapter the Nineth for my fan fic, but I should sometime after Thursday. I hope.

*argh* I can't rightly think of anything else to say at the moment. Need to properly clothe meself and eat more food. *pleased sigh* Coffee later today.

Welp, I'm out. Cheers!
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Wednesday, December 1, 2004

On Peace
Right, so, I just got done reading up Death Knight's opinion on world peace and I suddenly remembered a story I was once told. Although I do think he's right up to a point. Anyways, here goes with the story (it was the homily a couple of years back and I still remember it):

Two of the greatest artists in the realm were having an argument. Each claimed to be the better artist. No one could figure out who was better. Each had an unparalled skill and took viewers' breaths away. Finally they took their problem to the king. After pondering the dilema the king said:
"Alright. I shall give each of you a year to paint a rendition of 'peace.' Whoever can successfully render peace visible is the greatest artist in the realm."
The two artists went off to their own personnal homes and sought their Muses. What a year it was.
Finally, the year ended. The two artists returned to the king's court and people from all over the realm came to view the two masterpieces.
On each side of the room was a canvas covered with a velvet cloth. The king approached the first artist's canvas.
Taking off the velvet a tranquil scene introduced itself to the king. It was a tranquil glade with drooping willows and light pastel colours. The still water glistened in serene continentment underneath the balmy sun.
The king looked at the painting and blinked. And yawned. Finally he said, "This is not peace. This is boredom."
Turning, the king walked across the room to the other artist's canvas. Pulling away the velvet, quite a different view showed itself.
Upon the canvas was a raging waterfall. The kind of which is not seen in the world today. A torrent of water batter the rocks in a horrific, unceasing, cacophany of power. Mist arose and water sprayed everywhere.
The king's eyes widened:
"How," he queried, "how can you tell me that this is peace?"
Calmly, the artist pointed to a tiny tree that clung to the rocks at the base of the waterfall.
The tree was twisted and clung desperately to the rocks. The branches reached beseechingly to the sun for nurishment. Within the branches was a tiny nest. Upon the nest was a small bird, contentedly sleeping on her eggs, waiting for them to hatch.
"Ah," the king sighed, "yes, indeed. This is peace."

Do y'all understand the meaning of this parable? I hope so, cause if you don't you'll just have to wait 'til tomorrow when I feel up to explaining it.

In other news, just this past Sunday Fthr. mentioned that sometimes war is a necessity should peace be achieved.

Right, I'm off to take some Nyquil (nasty crap) and a shower and go to bed. I'll do my essays in the morning.
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*heavy sigh*
I feel down right now. And not just because I still have the sniffles a little.

1) just read an article about AIDS (today is World AIDS Day for any of y'all who care). That in itself is enough to make a day bleaker, I think. The increase in HIV among females, the bigotted idiots who are helping to perpetuate it, the way the disease seems self perpetuating.

2) feeling even more cynical about the theory of "love." Although there was a good point in class today, I'm about fed up with the emotion. Makes me want to lock myself in my room again and not leave except to eat, go to the bathroom, go to the library, and go to church. Just call off all relations with members of the opposite sex. But then, that's just me being cynical and still feeling a little discombobulated from not being able to breath properly.

3) my nose is stuffed and I had to take Nyquil last night. I do not like sleeping when drugs are in my system, it ruins my dreams.

4) just got an e-mail from a friend of mine. Who has spent the past five days drinking. Is moving out of the house. Planning on quitting school. Yeah... On the brighter side, I don't think he's driven drunk recently (I kinda got upset the last time he told me...one of my worst fears is having a loved one die in a car accident and driving drunk isn't the best way to prevent that from happening).

So, yeah. Feeling a little melancholy at the moment. I went to sleep last night at seven. Probably do close to the same thing tonight. Going to come home from work (six), eat, revise some papers, take a shower, and crash. Oh, and was the dishes at some point.

Speaking of work...time for me to change and get my bum over there. Adieu.
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Tuesday, November 30, 2004

   *congested*
It's cold. At least, it is to me. I cannot stand weather under fifty degrees. I start convulsing I'm shivering so hard.

Finished my monologue for theatre. Pretty sure I got an 'A' for it. (any interested, it's from "The Wonderful Tower of Humber Louvigne" when Mark is talking to his father who is in a coma). So the only thing left for theatre is the lecture class on Thursday.

Mien Gott in hiemel. Just found out that Ego has procrastinated in doing her college essays. She's been pulling all nighters writing them. Some deadlines are today. This is why I didn't get to see her over Thanksgiving hols.

Need to meet with the dean. My semester next year is going to be Hell. I Need to get my schedule for next semester. I'm trying not to stress about it. Going to try and meet (as soon as find out who the dean Is) with the guy Wednesday or something.

I don't really like digital pictures that much. At least, not for copying. I'm working on my portrait skills...the pixels on a digital picture are not great for doing that. And considering that my computer has dots for pictures *argh* But Boy was nice and printed out the picture in colour from his much nicer printer.

If I don't start drinking more juice and sleeping more, my body is going to kick me on my ass next week. I'm not sick, but if I'm not careful, I will be during finals. Need to take good care of myself and not stress. Not stressing is the key.

'Course saying that is easy, following through on the other hand...
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Monday, November 29, 2004

Hope y'all had a happy Thanksgiving
Sorry that I haven't updated in forever. Slightly busy on doing nothing. *muhahaha*

First: I'm going to die because I don't know how to get in touch with my advisor and until you're advised you can't schedule your classes and if I don't hurry up I won't have a next semster which means I'll lose my scholarship which means no further higher education for Irish.

Alrighty then. Brief overview of the past couple of days:

Tuesday: Went out with the guys. (24, Boy, and someone who I don't have a nickname for). We went to Jimmy John's for supper...I had an 8 oz baby back rib. This caused some rack jokes. For about fifteen minutes. If you don't get what I'm saying...it means your an innocent and I'm not going to destroy it. After sup we went and saw The Incredibles . That movie is brilliant. I loved it. Even better, there's a short flick starring a jackalope, not to mention the Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith . Oh yeah, before the movie we went to Walden Books. Got The Sandman: Season of the Mists, Stardust and First Rider's Call . The first two are by Neil Gaiman, and the last by Kirsten Britain.

Wednesday: Had friends over. Don't worry Batman. It's okay. Fthr, Bowie-ite, 24, and Yoshifalcon came. We watched The Muppet Christmas Carol and the first episode of Chrno Crusade . "Rosette...It's the phone Rosette. Wakey, wakey." *sigh* *grin* Chrono is gorgeous.

Thursday: Thanksgiving! Family! Especially good sense two sections of them aren't going to be here Christmas Eve. Excellent fun.

Friday: Saw The Incrediables again, this time with Epee.

Saturday: Nothing!

Today: Coffee!

And I got a promise of a picture from a friend of mine. Haven't done any of my homework. Started another short story. Got another rejection slip. Started working on Chapter the Ninth. (This isn't in chronological order). Really need to study my Latin and revise my English papers. Tuesday coming is the finaly presentation of my monologue for Theatre. Not next week, but week after: exams. *duhn, duhn, Duhn!*

So, I'm staying up watching "CSI" instead of going to bed and I'm not going to want to get up in the morning. I started this post 28/11 and now it's 29/11. Crap! Crap! I need to hurry up and submit that short story to The Lettered Olive before the deadline. Which is tomorrow. Aargh!!! *meh* I'm tired.
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