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KILL BILL IS MADE OF WIN AND AWESOME LIKE WHOA MAMA WASABI AND HOT SAUCE.
I rewatched the first three chapters again this morning, and man, I don't actually know if it's good or not, but there's so much win, it doesn't even matter. I have to make an icon. btw, entry title comes fromanyjen 's fic anyjen.livejournal.com/1876.html, a good DouWata fic that I enjoyed. I also don't know now to link properly.
I'm going to try to keep this short since I have a photography project I need to work on today. Shouldn't, in itself, take more than a couple hours, but then I need to find a printer and also find someone to help me with my other art project, involving bamboo skewers, strings, and glue, since I suck at that arts & crafty crap. Ugh.
On the other (EXCELLENT AWESOME YAAAAAAAAAAAY) hand, while procrastinating yesterday I finished the second chapter of What Is Wished For! *jubilant* I was actually kinda iffy on the ending, because I had orginally planned to add another scene, but I decided that I probably couldn't write it without breaking the atmosphere and, besides, it wasn't necessary to bring in that plot element right just then. On the other hand this probably means that this is going to drag on much longer than the orginal several chapters I had vaguely decided on. FAIL for me, to think that the fic would let silly me decide such an important development. Glad that I finished with it then too because it was also already twice as long as the previous chapter. I had started out this venture with the plan that this fic wouldn't mimic my other fiction where I write huge, monstrous 25-page Times New Roman 11-point font single spaced chapters that take forever. It's always nice to watch your plans drift down the river Lethe and then get sucked into a whirl-pool with you going 'wtf?!' on shore. At any rate, I now have to see about typing it up, editing, and posting, which should be done...sometime this week. After I finish with my butt-load of homework.
On yet another more random note, I finally got ahold of the series Legal Drug in my Barnes&Noble in town. I was so excited to get my hands on another CLAMP title, my best friend who was with me had to calm me down so I would not freak out the other, random strangers. When I got down to reading it though, I was a little surprised. There have been noted gay couples in the manga that CLAMP writes, but you wouldn't describe any of those manga as yaoi. However, Legal Drug does not follow previous routes of shonen-ai. We have left the realm of 'ambigiously gay' far, far behind. Suffice to say, I now own a BL manga which I will not be showing to some of my friends and will be hiding from the rest of my family. It feels like a rite of passage, almost.
And wow, this is not short. Feels like it reflects my tendency to go on and on in my writing. Hmm.
Well, the main part of this is, is that I wanted to share some of the stuff I've been working on in Verse Writing class. Note that I actually never tried to write poetry before this class as poetry was one of those few things that I had always been sure of, and that was that it completely surpassed my limited understanding of it. I do have to say, however, that if there was a verse form that I was meant to be drawn to, it would be blank verse.
These are just a few lines that I jotted down during our first class when he was explaining iambic foot to us (they are horrible and I was only trying to meet the meter, that;s my defense for writing this blasphemy):
six spite rewind
crack pike nonsense contrite
Cute, right? Aw, she knows how to write 'Ker-plunk ker-plunk'. Then he wanted us to write iambic pentameter. Naturally, when this occurred I did the silly thing and tried to make it rhyme. My teacher had to remind me that this was BLANK VERSE and not rhyming couplets class:
It tries to pry luckless and die last night.
There wasn't much you could do to fix that. So I tried again:
Hay grass unwinds seedful intwinded with light.
Pretty. And I still might want to move on with that. But, it was WRONG!
Hay grass unwinds today bright gleam tonight.
Meh. Do I still get points for pretty?
So then we had an assignment where we had to put the Gettysburg Address in blank verse, and make it "slangy." What resulted from my attempt to write it in a southern accent was that it came out sounding like a redneck and something Larry the Cable Guy would rehearse on stage:
THE REDNECK ADDRESS
1. Ah long eggo our pappies did come yere
2. To make this great AE-MARE-RI-CA.
3. And now them fighten our neat un-ne-on,
4. And killun our mammas and pops to rest
5. In this here new-fangaled spit of dirt.
6. They dead today and here beneath our feet
7. Maken good stuff for worms and trees to eat
8. And dogs, them too. We’ll get ‘em good for that!
9. The world will not rem’ember what we say
10. Today. - What did I say? Forgot. Oh yeah.
11. It is for us the living, to ad-do-vance
12. The job they did, and git ‘er done!
13. And God and gov-ment protect and feed us too,
14. And we shall not perish, thank you AE-MARE-RI-CA!
Not quite what Lincoln had in mind.
And then my first attempt at writing original poetry:
Poem 1 - Untitled
Garish orange lamps beam dim to light the street
I walk through now like others before.
Wide discs surround their cores, halos at night
From weak eyes and the dark illusion.
To go to a other place from my home
And to walk. But maybe I should not tonight
Because I am alone, it is not safe
To wander and I start to grow afraid.
That tree might hold a stalker at its back
Or hide a shadow twisting from the lamp,
A dog or cat or a monster unseen.
I walk faster and try to calm myself:
‘There is nothing there,’ I say. I think
I would prefer the stars, but not a moon.
Again, I like the imagery, though I wrote this one in a hurry.
And I think that's the end of my LJ tag, since the html is starting to get screwy. Maybe more later. :)
And now, to work. Fuuuuuck.
Edit: WHY do you never WORK, stupid LJ-cut?! Fuck you.
Edit the Second: And now my html is messed up too. *hate*