Incessant flow of thoughts through my head--Rambling.
Talasin's politically correct statement of the day:
Don't say naked, say clothing deficient!
Going around saying this, of course, gives this girl from school one more reason to turn around swiftly and fix me with a poisonous glance of dislike/hatred and pose unconsciously before turning around and continuing to walk if I say anything. Which she seriously does, and unfortunately, she doesn't look utterly ridiculous doing it. Ah well, c'est la vie.
I wrote a one-shot about Kagome and Kikyou the other day, but unfortunately I did it on the computer in my room which is not attached to a printer and I do not have any blank CDs to transfer it. Nor do I have the patience to transfer it onto paper. It's pretty long. It's not romantic, of course, but it does focus on their relationship and happens after the supposed end of the series, and may seem so.
My computer upstairs is very weird; especially the I-Tunes, and I know it's the computer, not the i-Tunes. It pretty much picks favorite characters from all my songs, and their voice will come in very clear and loud while anyone else you can barely hear. This is really annoying, because then you can't hear anyone else unless you turn the volume way up. So all I'll hear while listening to Les Mis is Jon Valjean, while Cosette and Eponine and Javert all fade into the background. Then, listening to Paris, the computer doesn't like any of them. This is of course, understandable, because all the singers in it suck. Really, really suck. Except for Cassandra. So the background music is almost all you hear. And then faintly in the background, you'll hear random words: "Oh Paris, I saw from the start................You make no sense!............No one's gonna stop me 'cause I'm headed........" while the background music blasts on.
Of course, it's better than listening to Achilles. He's not so bad in some of the earlier songs, but after "Ten Years On" his voice seems to have run through a blender, a sawmill, and then twenty stacks of sawpaper. Listening to him sing in "What Price a Friend" ("Their price a friend... My only friend..." in which he mourns the death of Patroclus) I'm thinking, Well, if your voice sounds like that, no wonder he's your only friend.
Speaking of Paris, I wrote a short poem inspired by one of the songs (Two Titans) which basically talks about the battle between Hector and Achilles. It really sucks, but I know you people will compliment because I'm your friend and you have to make me feel good and it will make feel good. Aren't I so braggy?
Two titans clashed
In a field of blood
For friend lost
Hector, pride of Troy
Achilles, son of gods
As the swords of Greece
And the wives of Troy
Looked on in sorrow.
Two sides of a coin
Joined by fate
As their swords
Wrought bright ribbons
Around them.
For Achilles' bright armor
Died Patroclus
Beloved of Achilles
Patroclus lay cold
Torn by Hector's sword
Achilles'bright armor
Made by gods
Worn by Hector
And pierced by Achilles' sword
Triumphant rose the cry
Of Greece
As the death-wail
Cried by Troy for him
But Hector
Son of Priam
Pride of Troy
Best of Troy
Lay cold on the ground
And did not hear.
Don't say naked, say clothing deficient!
Going around saying this, of course, gives this girl from school one more reason to turn around swiftly and fix me with a poisonous glance of dislike/hatred and pose unconsciously before turning around and continuing to walk if I say anything. Which she seriously does, and unfortunately, she doesn't look utterly ridiculous doing it. Ah well, c'est la vie.
I wrote a one-shot about Kagome and Kikyou the other day, but unfortunately I did it on the computer in my room which is not attached to a printer and I do not have any blank CDs to transfer it. Nor do I have the patience to transfer it onto paper. It's pretty long. It's not romantic, of course, but it does focus on their relationship and happens after the supposed end of the series, and may seem so.
My computer upstairs is very weird; especially the I-Tunes, and I know it's the computer, not the i-Tunes. It pretty much picks favorite characters from all my songs, and their voice will come in very clear and loud while anyone else you can barely hear. This is really annoying, because then you can't hear anyone else unless you turn the volume way up. So all I'll hear while listening to Les Mis is Jon Valjean, while Cosette and Eponine and Javert all fade into the background. Then, listening to Paris, the computer doesn't like any of them. This is of course, understandable, because all the singers in it suck. Really, really suck. Except for Cassandra. So the background music is almost all you hear. And then faintly in the background, you'll hear random words: "Oh Paris, I saw from the start................You make no sense!............No one's gonna stop me 'cause I'm headed........" while the background music blasts on.
Of course, it's better than listening to Achilles. He's not so bad in some of the earlier songs, but after "Ten Years On" his voice seems to have run through a blender, a sawmill, and then twenty stacks of sawpaper. Listening to him sing in "What Price a Friend" ("Their price a friend... My only friend..." in which he mourns the death of Patroclus) I'm thinking, Well, if your voice sounds like that, no wonder he's your only friend.
Speaking of Paris, I wrote a short poem inspired by one of the songs (Two Titans) which basically talks about the battle between Hector and Achilles. It really sucks, but I know you people will compliment because I'm your friend and you have to make me feel good and it will make feel good. Aren't I so braggy?
Two titans clashed
In a field of blood
For friend lost
Hector, pride of Troy
Achilles, son of gods
As the swords of Greece
And the wives of Troy
Looked on in sorrow.
Two sides of a coin
Joined by fate
As their swords
Wrought bright ribbons
Around them.
For Achilles' bright armor
Died Patroclus
Beloved of Achilles
Patroclus lay cold
Torn by Hector's sword
Achilles'bright armor
Made by gods
Worn by Hector
And pierced by Achilles' sword
Triumphant rose the cry
Of Greece
As the death-wail
Cried by Troy for him
But Hector
Son of Priam
Pride of Troy
Best of Troy
Lay cold on the ground
And did not hear.