Monday, November 22, 2004

*at one with self*
I have compeleted Chapter the Eighth. Am currently working on Chapter the Nineth. I feel light.

Posting will probably be on tomorrow since posting is unavailable at the moment.

Meanwhile, I'm going to be cleaning my room and revising my essays. I was unable to get in the proper mindset to revise this past weekend (for the first time in my life I fell into a jealous rage, it was Not cool). Tomorrow I have no English but instead a conference and I want to have at least One paper completely done and done. (yes, I ment to repeat "done").

Wednesday, pending the house staying clean, I'm going to be having guests over in the evening. Just to chill and watch a movie. Need to e-mail Fthr. and see if he wants to come. Yes, I will invite a priest to come and chill with my insane/sadistic/one off friends. But he's cool, I'm sure he'll have fun discussing KISS with somebody. Yes, I swear to you, he likes listening to KISS. Whatever.

Anyways.

Tonight I really need to find out who my advisor is and get my classes for next semester otherwise I'm all but dead. For all means and purposes.

Think that's all for the moment. Have other places I need to be, so I'll be back sometime in the future.
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Friday, November 19, 2004

I hath finally gotten offeth my lazy bumeth
Yes, friends, I have finally updated my Labyrinth fanfiction.

Anyone interested to read it from the beginning go to:
www.fanfiction.net/s/1514061/1
if that doesn't work:
1)www.fanfiction.net
2) click "search"
3) choose "story by title"
4) type in "Split Apart"

also have a thing based of "Alice's Restaurant" if you want to type that into step four instead (heavily off "Alice's Restaurant", has original lines a lot).
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Thursday, November 18, 2004

I am officially an Uber Geek.
If you don't know what I am talking about, go to Shinmaru's site and click on the Geek test link. My humble opinion believes that there should have been more Neil Gaiman questions and other fantasy author references. I would have scored more points, but I have no true access to any game consul. I do at STM, but I don't have enough time between classes to play. Need to get over to the Bowie-ite's house and learn to play. *sigh*

*heh heh heh* 24 is upset that *quote* One ill concived gesture of friendship has wiped out everything I've done to annoy you ever since I have known you...all of it has gone Out The Window! *end quote* *evil chuckle*

Not able to watch Holy Grail after all. Why? Because it's only showing last night and tonight. Last night was unable to go (went and saw Bus Stop instead...have to write a critique on that) and tonight I have fencing. *sigh* There's always next year.

Religion has become very interesting. And all of a sudden it seems that every one is talking about "love." The play I saw last night, poetry in Latin, friend of mine getting a boyfriend. Ah, and it's not anywhere near Valentine's Day yet. *smirk*

Well, off to turn in my five page rhetorical analysis on alternative culture versus popular culture in the style of rock music with the specific references and analysis of the AFI album Sing the Sorrow now. *evil grin* I had so much fun writing that. *heh heh*
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Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Knock down drag out
Originally I was going to write about my disillusionment with America, but then 24 gave me the greatest gift ever (see last post) and so I have decided to write about the goings-on of yesterday that I was unable to post said day before.

*breaks away to read some The Crow * *comes back in a haze*

Right, where was I? Oh yes.

(Aside - "Yes, 24, you have managed to ruin my concentration. However, I cannot be mad at you for it for an obvious reason.")

So yesterday in my religion class we started our newest topic. Romantic Love. (I am anticipating interesting comments on this line).

Why am I bringing this up? Because there was practically a knock down drag out.

The two girls who sit behind said that Love cannot be described. Whenever someone else tried to explain what Love was To Them or what it Might be they would immediately refute it and say it was impossible for love to be as such...although if they said they could not explain it's Being what criteria can they have to refute it Being what it is to others.

I don't know. I just think they are dunderheads.

I really was able to make them very irate. To the point where they asked: "Well, have you ever been in love?"
To which I replied, in my usual smartass way: "Well, with the way you're describing it...Yeah. About a million times a day."

I can be such an ass.

'Course, I was being sort of cynical. The best role of the Devil's Advocate for that time.

What are your thoughts on this matter, eh? I have a feeling I'm going to be posting on this subject until the semester has ended so you might as well give me more stuff to comment on.

Don't be surprised if I seem to change my opinion. I play the adversary, not the advocate.

Yes, I do actually have a view on this that I shall impart when it is all over (maybe), but 'til then I'm just going to wing it and give little clips on my class life.

Yes, I am an odd person. So nice of you to notice.

I'm going to go look at some sites and read The Crow now. TTYL
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   *HUGE TOTAL BLOODY FREAKING SPAZ!!!!*
*ehm*

OH MY GOSH 24 (AKA SUNDOWNER ON MYO) JUST GOT ME THE CROW COMIC!!!! MUCH HAPPINESS!!!!
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Friday, November 12, 2004

   Today has been a good day
Alright, so technically the day isn't over yet, but I'm going to over look that fact.

Technically I'm in a slightly worse phsyical condition than yesterday, but I am emotionally better today than yesterday. No longer feel like I need to bash my head against the wall. Very good.

Don't get me wrong, yesterday was a good day, too. It's just that I spent too much time over thinking everything...which almost always involves me becoming stressed out.

Today is good because 1) it is rainy and warm 2) it is Friday 3) I am not stressed out.

Okay, so I'm just writing the same thing over and over again. *grin, shrug* Forgive me, I'm just a wee bit lacksidasical or something. Thinking I can actually get stuff accomplished this week.

Write, so ("...we were merely freshmen...") even though I have written much since the last time for Split Apart I have come to a realization about some things.
Sam - *cough* Dream. *erhm*
Fred - *pats Irish on the head*
So I'm going to be working on that, my vampire novel, and sending in my short story this weekend.

Saturday is a BBQ! *wide grin*

'K, now for songs!

"It's Been A While"
Staind

And it's been awhile
Since I could hold my head up high
And it's been awhile
Since I first saw you
And it's been awhile
Since I could stand on my own two feet again
And it's been awhile
Since I could call you

And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've stretched myself beyond my means

And it's been awhile
Since I can say that I wasn't addicted
And it's been awhile
Since I can say I love myself as well
And it's been awhile
Since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do
And it's been awhile
But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you

And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I've rendered
I've gone and fucked things up again

Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day!

And it's been awhile
Since I could look at myself straight
And it's been awhile
Since I said I'm sorry
And it's been awhile
Since I've seen the way the candle lights your face
And it's been awhile
But I can still remember just the way you taste

And everything I can't remember
As fucked up as it all may seem to be I know it's me
I cannot blame this on my father
He did the best he could for me

And it's been awhile
Since I could hold my head up high
And it's been awhile
Since I said I'm sorry


"Boulevard of Broken Dreams"
Green Day


I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And were I walk alone

Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a..

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I'll walk alone!


"Boulevard..." has become my new favorite song and I will listen to the radio for hours just to hear it. Then turn it off after it's done. Yeah, I'm a little weird. Why? Maybe because I can identify with the lyrics so well. Especially on days like yesterday.

Fencing was great yesterday! It looked like we were doing modern dance or something when we looking for one of the guy's pins (his epee broke). Those things are about as dinky as you can get, so we're spread out on the floor with our eyes to the carpet trying to find it. *lopsided grin* I also won a bout against my friend, which rarely happens 'cause she's a whole lot better than I am.

Well, fixin' to go to work, that's all for now.
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Thursday, November 11, 2004

Poems as Promised
As you will soon discover
should any of my poems rhyme
it will be by accident
and not intent or design.
So peruse these ramblings
set to verse
and do not my lack of talent
skill and word choice curse.


"Starry Night"
A swirling blirb of colour
a fantastic shpeel of dancing lights
A glorious mass of matter
a dancing barrage of sight.
The ever thickening canvas
covered with brush strokes full
the soaring mountain high
From your own imaginings.
A warm blanket on a cold night
a beautiful decoration upon the wall
A humble little greeting card
an inspiration oh so nice.
"Starry starry night
paint your pallet blue and grey..."*

*"Vincent" - Don McLean

There once was a solemn boy
who seemed to be a toy
he stood in the room
in the corner of gloom
and did watching people enjoy.

Oh what a quandery I am at
for here I have sat
writing 'til my eyes did shine
with words from my mind divine
on the ephemeral pad of artist schemes
that captures all of mankind's dreams
but now I am bidden away, away
alas, that I must go with so much more to say
I bid thee farewell 'til I come again
in hopes that our rhymes we shall once more begin.
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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

busts out in Billy Joel
"Oh remember how I found you there
Alone in your electric chair
I told you dirty jokes until you smiled..."

Best line ever.
Anyways.

Wowzer, has the poetry bug bitten everybody or something? *doink* *mumbles: maken' me have to go back in my journals and find some good poetry* Well, since everybody is so interested I guess the next time I post or something I'll put up a poem.

Sam - "Be prepared, it's one off."
Hey!
Sam - "Well, it is."
Fred - *laughs*

Girls are stupid. I say this completely aware that yes, I am one too. But we are. Not usually, but there are times in our lives when we should just get smacked over the head really hard with a half baked chocolate pie. I mean, we all normal, then suddenly we don't get enough sleep and we get all emotional and we start being really stupid. And then the guys look at us and slowly back away trying to figure out what the heck they did wrong, which was nothing we're just being idiots.

Sorry, I was acting extremely Female the other night and it annoyed me greatly. As if my life weren't complicated enough already...

You know what's rotten? Hugging someone you really like, or he/she's holding you when you're feeling bad...and then waking up to discover it's just your stuffed animal. Four bloody nights in a row...it's enough to drive one crazy.

I don't have my first class on Friday 'cause my teacher is in England!! Whoo-hoo. Today is a quiz and then Friday no class! *la la la*

Well, that's all for a moment...next post: Irish's Mad Poetry Skills (Or Not).
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Tuesday, November 9, 2004

Just a quick post...
before I go on to class.

Yes, for all you curious, I do write poetry every now and again. My problem is that I compose them in my head and never get around to writing them down.

I have finished writing, and have even edited and revised it. Cross your fingers for me everybody.

Okay, quote for the day that I made not on purpose: "Not signorant and illy." I was trying to say "ignorant and silly" but apparently my tongue got in the way.

*ack!* Time to go to class and there is still stuff to talk about. Oh rotten passage of time!

Sam - "Loverly."
Fred - *pokes Sam*
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Monday, November 8, 2004

   much better mood today
As predicted, I utterly failed the Latin test. *heavy sigh*
But I did do four points better than I thought
initially. Please don't ask.

Yesterday went pretty well, too. Got part of the house clean and all
that jazz. Everyone ate dinner without complaining, which is even better.

Batman, I think you're greater than sliced bread! Everyone needs to go
to his site (Army Wolf) and read the every so glorious poem
by Neil Gaiman.

Hmmm...I'm hungry. Should go scrape around for something to eat.

Finished a short story the other night. Going to revise it and
then send it in for publication. I'm planning to anyway.

I should be able to work on my other writings soon.

After Sweets (my littlest sisiter) gets home today
I'm going to study Latin. Not looking forward to it but it has to be done. *sigh*

Nothing more insightful than that for now, my brain
seems to be mush. 'Til I have something new to talk about...

Cheers.
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