You and I, side by side - we are the next time 'round
"Anna Rose, it makes my heart smile
To know you give love so freely.
Anna Rose, it makes it worthwhile
Your love makes me see things so clearly.
How it grows, heaven knows
Anna Rose, dream well tonight."
That's Anna Rose by Vienna Teng. It's not my Zell'n'Irv theme song (that's Eric's Song), but it's a song Zelly wanted to request at the Vienna Teng concert we went to last night, and we didn't get the chance to. Vienna did play our theme song, along with some other favorites of ours, but even the songs that aren't my favorite are brilliant. So thassokay! We heard our favorite song from Vienna's newest album, which we kept speculating she wouldn't play, since Alex Wong wasn't there to perform with her. But she did play Antebellum, and did a fantastic live rendition of Grandmother Song. It was a fantastic show and I was impressed. I expected nothing less from Vienna Teng, as I know she's a great singer and pianist, but she's also clever with words and has an easy grace as she speaks that makes people laugh and puts us to ease; she puts on a great concert even in a park with disorganized seating and people eating hot dogs as they're watching her pour her soul into her music. We sat in the grass at first, but moved forward to see if we could get a better view of her. It didn't really avail us or anything, but it was worth the shot.
So I've had Vienna Teng in my head like whoa ever since yesterday. I'm really pleased we got to go together. Zelly was looking forward to seeing that show since I don't even know when. Ages. She'd been looking forward to it for ages. And we got ice cream after the show and had a spankin' good time. And joked all night about going to City Hall together like in the song, and getting married. Although you know, we're already married. Zelly's my wifey. I'm the man in the relationship, see. ^_~
ZELLY. If you're reading this, I lav you! ♥ You're the Ron to my Harry or the Harry to my Ron, and my car won't be the same when he doesn't have his proper copilot. It's like asking some redshirt to take the con in Star Trek; no one wants to see some redshirt take Chekov or Sulu's place. I feel like driving won't be the same when you're not my passenger, the map interpreter, the navigator, the laughter next to me. Of everything here, it's the person I brought with me I'm going to miss most when I leave. Nothing that was already here; I'd sooner have what - who - I brought. I know you already know that, and you'll think I'm being cheesy enough to be that shitty canned Cheez-Whiz, but I have to say it a thousand and one times for the thousand and one nights we may be apart. Or we may only be apart ten nights. We may be apart longer, we may not; I just want you to know that for every second I spend away from you, even if I'm back home, you're my best friend and nothing in the universe or the eleven dimensions of string theory can change that. "I am a constant satellite / Of your blazing sun." I may not be a quaalude living in a speed zone but without you, I'm restless and it won't be completely home, and I'll fall down, down, down, but just calling you and annoying you with my voice will be enough to pick me up again.
Editing the Harry Potter wiki can border on painful sometimes. I've finally stopped tormenting myself and have taken a break from doing article cleanup. All wikis have problem children articles like that, but it seems to me like the Harry Potter wiki is particularly plagued. I don't mind editing, though. I find that I enjoy it. It's part of why I want to be a teacher. Red pen marks all over my students' papers, bwaha! >D Or rather, pink pen. I really want to grade in hot pink or purple pen, not because I think red is "unfriendly" (I've honestly had teachers who believed that using red pen damaged our self-esteem...what the fuck), but because pink is my favorite color and it's certainly attention-grabbing. And I look forward to writing, "Needs improvement," or, "Outstanding arguments," or downright, "Troll. See me," on a student's essay in magenta ink. My editing insights serve me well. I refuse to bury my feelings deep down; they do me credit, and I will make them serve the Emperor wiki. Or whatever else I can make them serve. Like throwing pink pens at Zelly!
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity."
There is nothing ambiguous about my love for my friends, though. That has always been permanent, written in my view of the firmament, adamant and eternal. ♥ My friends are my truest loves.
To know you give love so freely.
Anna Rose, it makes it worthwhile
Your love makes me see things so clearly.
How it grows, heaven knows
Anna Rose, dream well tonight."
That's Anna Rose by Vienna Teng. It's not my Zell'n'Irv theme song (that's Eric's Song), but it's a song Zelly wanted to request at the Vienna Teng concert we went to last night, and we didn't get the chance to. Vienna did play our theme song, along with some other favorites of ours, but even the songs that aren't my favorite are brilliant. So thassokay! We heard our favorite song from Vienna's newest album, which we kept speculating she wouldn't play, since Alex Wong wasn't there to perform with her. But she did play Antebellum, and did a fantastic live rendition of Grandmother Song. It was a fantastic show and I was impressed. I expected nothing less from Vienna Teng, as I know she's a great singer and pianist, but she's also clever with words and has an easy grace as she speaks that makes people laugh and puts us to ease; she puts on a great concert even in a park with disorganized seating and people eating hot dogs as they're watching her pour her soul into her music. We sat in the grass at first, but moved forward to see if we could get a better view of her. It didn't really avail us or anything, but it was worth the shot.
So I've had Vienna Teng in my head like whoa ever since yesterday. I'm really pleased we got to go together. Zelly was looking forward to seeing that show since I don't even know when. Ages. She'd been looking forward to it for ages. And we got ice cream after the show and had a spankin' good time. And joked all night about going to City Hall together like in the song, and getting married. Although you know, we're already married. Zelly's my wifey. I'm the man in the relationship, see. ^_~
ZELLY. If you're reading this, I lav you! ♥ You're the Ron to my Harry or the Harry to my Ron, and my car won't be the same when he doesn't have his proper copilot. It's like asking some redshirt to take the con in Star Trek; no one wants to see some redshirt take Chekov or Sulu's place. I feel like driving won't be the same when you're not my passenger, the map interpreter, the navigator, the laughter next to me. Of everything here, it's the person I brought with me I'm going to miss most when I leave. Nothing that was already here; I'd sooner have what - who - I brought. I know you already know that, and you'll think I'm being cheesy enough to be that shitty canned Cheez-Whiz, but I have to say it a thousand and one times for the thousand and one nights we may be apart. Or we may only be apart ten nights. We may be apart longer, we may not; I just want you to know that for every second I spend away from you, even if I'm back home, you're my best friend and nothing in the universe or the eleven dimensions of string theory can change that. "I am a constant satellite / Of your blazing sun." I may not be a quaalude living in a speed zone but without you, I'm restless and it won't be completely home, and I'll fall down, down, down, but just calling you and annoying you with my voice will be enough to pick me up again.
Editing the Harry Potter wiki can border on painful sometimes. I've finally stopped tormenting myself and have taken a break from doing article cleanup. All wikis have problem children articles like that, but it seems to me like the Harry Potter wiki is particularly plagued. I don't mind editing, though. I find that I enjoy it. It's part of why I want to be a teacher. Red pen marks all over my students' papers, bwaha! >D Or rather, pink pen. I really want to grade in hot pink or purple pen, not because I think red is "unfriendly" (I've honestly had teachers who believed that using red pen damaged our self-esteem...what the fuck), but because pink is my favorite color and it's certainly attention-grabbing. And I look forward to writing, "Needs improvement," or, "Outstanding arguments," or downright, "Troll. See me," on a student's essay in magenta ink. My editing insights serve me well. I refuse to bury my feelings deep down; they do me credit, and I will make them serve the Emperor wiki. Or whatever else I can make them serve. Like throwing pink pens at Zelly!
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity."
There is nothing ambiguous about my love for my friends, though. That has always been permanent, written in my view of the firmament, adamant and eternal. ♥ My friends are my truest loves.