"Chop it off, chop it off!"
--Pooh-Bah, Lord High Everything Else, to Koko, Lord High Executioner, regarding Nanki-Poo's head. Mostly, I liked this scene for its having a certain blond down on his knees. (Gosh, if said person discovers this journal, I am thoroughly screwed.)
I've had this entry open forever, trying to think of something to post. Random ramblings y/n?
I played the flute for a performance of "Hot Mikado" this weekend. It's a musical comedy, and it was a great deal of fun. Jazz and stuff. And seeing Blondie (that guy I keep referring to; we've determined that his Indian name is Moves-the-Hips) getting pushed around stage by an older woman (a Spanish professor, actually) was priceless. "Oh fool, you blind."
Ya estoy de nuevo en una clase de español, y se me regresa todo rápidamente. La comprensión aural todavía es la más difícil. Busco música latina para escuchar; descubrí una canción de Thalia, "¿A quién le importa?," que me gusta mucho. I'm in a Spanish class again now, and it's all coming back to me quickly. Listening comprehension's still the hardest thing. I'm looking for Latina music to listen to; I discovered a song by Thalia, "¿Á quién le importa?," that I like a lot.
I think my favorite old Disney movie (i.e. from back when Disney had a soul) is "Hunchback of Notre-Dame." I take it as proof that at one point in time, someone, somewhere in Disney, knew how to write emotions into songs. It's fairly dark and deals with comparatively mature and serious issues, too. (And, seriously, "God Help the Outcasts." I still cry.)
I discovered as a bonus that Panic! At the Disco has this completely gay stage act going on, and their guitarist is pretty.
A friend of mine had a party Saturday, and it got fairly crazy considering that she's Baptist. (But Miss W and this other girl were all over each other, and I got to know this artist girl a bit better.)
I need to write more. But everyone who's ever read this journal already knew that. All I have to show for my efforts is this one snippet of out-of-character writing that was written after having read a fanfic from the point of view of a hyper ADD person:
Why had he been mad at Kir? ‘Cause really, if Kir’d just keep kissing him like that, he’d be more than happy to let whatever it was slide. Now, if he stopped, on the other hand, that would be unforgivable. Faolán told him as much.
A very important realization occurred to him. They were standing in the middle of a school hallway. Which meant, like, anyone who happened along could totally see.
Faolán is a drama queen, but he's not this silly. Maybe I can still work this fragment in.
I need to be reading up about David Hume so I can talk about him for an English class. He's actually pretty awesome--he was a skeptic, empiricist atheist in 18th century Britain that basically proposed rejecting metaphysics and a lot of things to do with reason in favor of what could be justified with experience.
On a more sobering note, Robert Jordan, author of The Wheel of Time, died last week of a blood disease. I'm certain his wife and publisher will finish his last book, and I think that's what he would have wanted.
I've had this entry open forever, trying to think of something to post. Random ramblings y/n?
I played the flute for a performance of "Hot Mikado" this weekend. It's a musical comedy, and it was a great deal of fun. Jazz and stuff. And seeing Blondie (that guy I keep referring to; we've determined that his Indian name is Moves-the-Hips) getting pushed around stage by an older woman (a Spanish professor, actually) was priceless. "Oh fool, you blind."
Ya estoy de nuevo en una clase de español, y se me regresa todo rápidamente. La comprensión aural todavía es la más difícil. Busco música latina para escuchar; descubrí una canción de Thalia, "¿A quién le importa?," que me gusta mucho. I'm in a Spanish class again now, and it's all coming back to me quickly. Listening comprehension's still the hardest thing. I'm looking for Latina music to listen to; I discovered a song by Thalia, "¿Á quién le importa?," that I like a lot.
I think my favorite old Disney movie (i.e. from back when Disney had a soul) is "Hunchback of Notre-Dame." I take it as proof that at one point in time, someone, somewhere in Disney, knew how to write emotions into songs. It's fairly dark and deals with comparatively mature and serious issues, too. (And, seriously, "God Help the Outcasts." I still cry.)
I discovered as a bonus that Panic! At the Disco has this completely gay stage act going on, and their guitarist is pretty.
A friend of mine had a party Saturday, and it got fairly crazy considering that she's Baptist. (But Miss W and this other girl were all over each other, and I got to know this artist girl a bit better.)
I need to write more. But everyone who's ever read this journal already knew that. All I have to show for my efforts is this one snippet of out-of-character writing that was written after having read a fanfic from the point of view of a hyper ADD person:
Why had he been mad at Kir? ‘Cause really, if Kir’d just keep kissing him like that, he’d be more than happy to let whatever it was slide. Now, if he stopped, on the other hand, that would be unforgivable. Faolán told him as much.
A very important realization occurred to him. They were standing in the middle of a school hallway. Which meant, like, anyone who happened along could totally see.
Faolán is a drama queen, but he's not this silly. Maybe I can still work this fragment in.
I need to be reading up about David Hume so I can talk about him for an English class. He's actually pretty awesome--he was a skeptic, empiricist atheist in 18th century Britain that basically proposed rejecting metaphysics and a lot of things to do with reason in favor of what could be justified with experience.
On a more sobering note, Robert Jordan, author of The Wheel of Time, died last week of a blood disease. I'm certain his wife and publisher will finish his last book, and I think that's what he would have wanted.