so, um, hi.
...Yeah, I'm a senior in college and I've Lots to Do, I even have an excuse for failing at LJ (unlike I did this summer). Life is good, but I can't be bothered to record it. I've been doing a lot of Planblather over at handfulofpeas but anyone who reads that is either a masochist, bellarabesques, or my parents. Gad.
It rained all day today. Hoping this trend continues.
I'm beginning to think that one day I might not be unspeakably awful at Latin. This is very encouraging.
Fueling my creative energies with double Gloucester and apples and variants on bread.
Look, a meme--I liked this one:
Write a poem by putting your itunes/mp3 player/whatever you listen to music on shuffle and writing down the first line from the first 20 songs that pop up. Use the first line from the 21st song as a title. For bonus points, try and guess the songs!
behold a lovely vine
you are my sweetest downfall--
ah, for just one time,
and I came here to make you dance tonight
free from the itch of her sexual desire.
years--it's been so many years;
can't push me 'round, now I'm drawin' the line:
we'll take ourselves out in the street
we are lovers through and through.
yesterday I saw the sun shining:
declare this an emergency.
shut the fuck up, she said.
where are you going?
they say that God is great.
no more talk of darkness.
choose me to be your champion.
I wrote you a song from under the sky
oh, I, I rented a motorbike
your warm heat dries my worry
I'd walk the water to get back to you
she upset the weather
you can go to the east
...You know, that was almost coherent.
Except the title; that was kind of strange.
On the subject of songs, two things:
1) ...I got into Repo! The Genetic Opera. So late to the party, I know, but that won't stop goddamn 'Zydrate Anatomy' from playing on loop in my head for the next century. Loved the whole thing, really, despite the ick factor. Got a guilty crush on Graverobber, surprising absolutely no one. Hm~~it was nice to watch something fun and sensational and visual and visceral to complement my days of Staring-at-Text.
2) & I can't quit listening to this song:
jeffrey foucault; highway and the moon.
it was a preface to waking
the smell of gasoline
a dream of milk and honey
honey, how are you?
you were there, in the dawn
before the daybreak
rising before Venus
the morning star and humming
a tune I could not name
a tune I could not name
OK. sleep must happen. ♥.
It rained all day today. Hoping this trend continues.
I'm beginning to think that one day I might not be unspeakably awful at Latin. This is very encouraging.
Fueling my creative energies with double Gloucester and apples and variants on bread.
Look, a meme--I liked this one:
Write a poem by putting your itunes/mp3 player/whatever you listen to music on shuffle and writing down the first line from the first 20 songs that pop up. Use the first line from the 21st song as a title. For bonus points, try and guess the songs!
behold a lovely vine
you are my sweetest downfall--
ah, for just one time,
and I came here to make you dance tonight
free from the itch of her sexual desire.
years--it's been so many years;
can't push me 'round, now I'm drawin' the line:
we'll take ourselves out in the street
we are lovers through and through.
yesterday I saw the sun shining:
declare this an emergency.
shut the fuck up, she said.
where are you going?
they say that God is great.
no more talk of darkness.
choose me to be your champion.
I wrote you a song from under the sky
oh, I, I rented a motorbike
your warm heat dries my worry
I'd walk the water to get back to you
she upset the weather
you can go to the east
...You know, that was almost coherent.
Except the title; that was kind of strange.
On the subject of songs, two things:
1) ...I got into Repo! The Genetic Opera. So late to the party, I know, but that won't stop goddamn 'Zydrate Anatomy' from playing on loop in my head for the next century. Loved the whole thing, really, despite the ick factor. Got a guilty crush on Graverobber, surprising absolutely no one. Hm~~it was nice to watch something fun and sensational and visual and visceral to complement my days of Staring-at-Text.
2) & I can't quit listening to this song:
jeffrey foucault; highway and the moon.
it was a preface to waking
the smell of gasoline
a dream of milk and honey
honey, how are you?
you were there, in the dawn
before the daybreak
rising before Venus
the morning star and humming
a tune I could not name
a tune I could not name
OK. sleep must happen. ♥.