| Tonight's Quote! |
[Nov. 21st, 2009|12:21 am] |
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| | Danse Bacchanale; Pittsburgh Orchestra | ] |
Is stolen from Goldfinger.
Primly, Daria put her phone back into her purse. "The best lies are mostly truth." In answer, Carolion grabbed the remote and restarted the movie, quoting right along with it. "There is nothing you can talk to me about that I do not already know." Then, tapping her pen against her teeth, she went back to editing. |
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| Watch Out... |
[Nov. 20th, 2009|12:58 am] |
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| | Sylvia Hotel; Cheryl Wheeler | ] |
You may end up in my novel.
Tony really liked Carolion, and kept saying he was going to "take my fictional character out on a date." At one point he jokingly requested that there be a guy playing guitar on her porch. So I ran into a part where I didn't have plot or anything, and thought, "gee, let's put a guitar guy on Carolion's porch. Why is he there?"
He ended up being awesome. He thinks his guitar is cursed, or something, but it turns out he helped a someone change their tire, and siad person gave him a beer and said he was "a great musician."
And then it was true. Suddenly, when he played the guitar, people stopped in their tracks. So he goes to Carolion to get his guitar fixed and finds out he has this incredible gift, which he's not sure how to deal with and is kind of scared of. But then he plays a song for Carolion and Daria as payment for counseling services rendered, and it's AMAZING.
After he leaves, I have my favorite quote of the evening:
"See?" said Carolion. "Faeries are scary shit, and they can do some wicked awful stuff. But sometimes they get it right. Sometimes they make something so beautiful you realize you can go on living in the world." "Just like people," said Daria. "Just like people," agreed Carolion. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 19th, 2009|01:02 am] |
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| | Boots On; Expendable Iceclimber | ] |
So the magpie/blackbird rhyme:
One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a death, and four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that can never be told.
Found THE BEST VERSION of the magpie rhyme I have ever heard today:
One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for rich, Six for poor, Seven for a bitch, Eight for a whore, Nine for a funeral, Ten for a dance, Eleven for England, Twelve for France.
Had to put it here to preserve it in my memory. |
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| Quoth Where? |
[Nov. 18th, 2009|01:23 pm] |
So, I just read a John Donne poem that starts:
"Go and catch a falling star
Get with child a mandrake root
Tell me where all past years are
Or who cleft the devils foot;"
Am I right that this is in either aa short story or a novel? I keep thinking Stardust, but that doesn't seem right. I just REMEMBER it from somewhere, and not from reading the poem before.
Help?
OH! NEVER MIND! It's from Howl's Moving Castle. I feel dumb now. |
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| NaNovel Quote! |
[Nov. 17th, 2009|09:17 pm] |
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So, last year I was all about posting bits and pieces and, let's face it, INSANE AMOUNTS OF DRIVEL, about my NaNovel (which I remain incredibly satisfied with, and will try to send out over the summer). This year, I have yet to post anything. Mostly because I am less satisfied with this NaNovel. But my used-to-be-minor-character, now-become-awesome-supporting-kind-of-main-character has spiced things up now that she has announced her intent to remain center stage and hog the spotlight.
For instance, this quote:
Daria pressed her lips together, about to say something scathing, but Liam's slimy mouth, lined with razor teeth, clamped on her arm, and she yelled in pain instead. Carolion yanked the poker back out of the hibachi and said: "Hold. Him. Still." After a moment of thought, she added, "Bitch." |
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[Nov. 17th, 2009|08:23 pm] |
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| | Tony, composing the bridge to "Boots On" | ] |
Hey! ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) celabrielle , I met another synesthete tonight! Well, not met. My friend Tony has grapheme-color + some sound-taste stuff and I just found out about it. So you should come start a club.
Wow, I am feeling uncreative. I my eat my pomegranate, and I hope it will make me feel better.
Also, maybe lyrics will get written the "Boots On," the requited pirate love song. |
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| Love Matrix |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|11:56 pm] |
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| |  indescribable | ] |
The title quote is a random quote from Tony, who was talking about... that video game with cake.
I am really tired. Been up late the last couple nights.
This was originally going to be a post asking opinions about a drawing I was going to create, but I am too loopy to discuss it well. Suffice to say there were going to be armed and naked pirates.
BLAH NIGHT NIGHT. |
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| Freak out!!! |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|04:55 pm] |
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| |  weird | ] |
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| | Piano Man; Billy Joel | ] |
I have finally been convinced to shut up and give up by my partner in crime. We were supposed to finish a sing we have been working on FOREVER, but we both ended up in foul, sluggish moods and couldn't accomplish anything.
Now we are attempting to watch Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
This is with a Spanish exam tomorrow, and a five page paper plus six journal entries due tomorrow. And NaNoWriMo.
So today I am giving up EVERYTHING. Even maybe NaNo. I might type a few words here and there. And I know this is terrible because I only just caught up yesterday. But I am three days away from BREAK. So there.
Hello do-nothingness. Take a seat.
Also, we have scrounged our final food supplies and are munching away. And after that we will starve.
ETA: We are now also abandoning gym plans to go play piano... |
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| And then I went to sleep. A lot. |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|11:53 pm] |
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| | sleepy | ] |
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| | Complainte de la Butte; Rufus Wainwright | ] |
Here are some cool things:
( Stuff that will take a long time to load depending on your internet connection. )
Yeah. Tired now.
Bed time is approaching. I must get through this week and then exam week will be a bag of peachie o's. Isn't it supposed to be hard? Whatever. Studying is for NERDS! ;)
ETA: When I was at home this weekend, I kept having this horrible creepy feeling that this thing I invented in my over-caffeinated, sleep-deprived head, which I dubbed the Stitch Thing, would appear around a corner or creep up behind me while I was writing late at night. While this is a good lesson to not drink even a three shot Scoobie Doobie (as opposed to teh regular four) at five o'clock in the evening, it also ruined my two nights at home. I think it comes from living in a dorm room where I have a wall to my back when I write and no appreciable corners to peer around cautiously. I have corner horrors now. Joy.
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| Cord... |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|02:47 pm] |
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I lack it. There are so many fun things on my camera, but my cord is at school. So you'll have to wait for Halloween pictures, and a video of my MJ bellydance.
Fell behind on NaNoWriMo and have to catch up today. Halved my word quota, and I am back down to the normal 1,667. Thank God.
Now off to see people catapult pumpkins from a home made siege engine. |
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| My NaNovel... |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|11:49 pm] |
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| | creative | ] |
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| | Tony's Cool Guitar | ] |
Is finally getting interestingish.
So, I volunteered to do a solo bellydance at a coffeehouse on Friday, and I am dancing to... SMOOTH CRIMINAL! By the one and only king of pop. I need to find a glove.
It's going to be EPIC.
Someone will video it if it is light enough, and I will post it.
Um... I had stuff to write... but I really should study for my lab final, but don't care enough. |
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| NaNoUghMo |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|11:33 pm] |
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| | exhausted | ] |
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| | Bridge iPod | ] |
Two days in. My main character was deathly boring until tonight. She still seems pretty deathly boring, but in a normal teenage girl way. I told Tony what she had in her room, and he described her as "one of those people that would like to think that people who read books can also be rock stars. But in a quiet way."
So now I know her better, and she is less boring. Also, she is about to get blood all over her face and into her contacts and start seeing faeries and get embroiled in a shitstorm of revenge and bloody victory. And stuff.
But that's for filling tomorrow's quota.
At some point Carolion and Iris show up. But for now, Keira is just going around beating seals and putting them in wolf cages, and refusing help moving stuff into her apartment.
It is really delightful writing about a city that I know well enough to describe it, and say where they get food, and go to see bands, and all that lovely stuff. I know what the view from their balcony looks like.
Yay. |
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| Hot Damn, Foxy Lady |
[Oct. 31st, 2009|01:22 pm] |
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| |  Squee! | ] |
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| | WYSO | ] |
So here's the basic pieces of my Abby Irene costume:
The little preview of my house is bonus in this photo. I had to use my webcam to take it because my camera is at school, so I had to take in a huge chunk of background. Also, I will cut those strings a bit and tuck them in.
My stays are possibly my new favorite article of clothing that I will wear forever and always, though diaphragm breathing is a no-go when they are laced up, unless I am sitting impeccably straight. I sent a thank you letter to the lady that made them. Marquette Trading Company. Go there if you need period clothing. They are nice, and do great work. There websites kinda iffy, but in person and over the phone/email they are fabulous.
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| Harried but Hopeful |
[Oct. 30th, 2009|10:15 pm] |
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| | complacent | ] |
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| | The beautiful wind outside | ] |
So I am probably staying blonde for at least two weeks. It looks a lot better than I originally thought it did, especially now that I have razored out the darker bits.
Then, if I get bored/upset/my roots start to show, I have some Garnier Fructis brown dye to tackle the problem with.
I hope my haircut on Sunday turns out well!
In other, non-hair and exciting, news, my stays have arrived. They are incredibly beautiful, and fit wonderfully, and I am wearing them tomorrow even though they are an anachronism in the period I am aiming for. So are three inch-heeled green loafers, but I might wear those too.
Ok. Sleep now. Even though it's early. Four a.m. is not a good time to go to sleep.
Oh! Before I go: NANOWRIMO IS SO FREAKING SOON OMG SCARINESS! |
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| The Results Are In: |
[Oct. 29th, 2009|12:00 pm] |
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| |  apathetic | ] |
REJECTED! After some thought. I am beginning to think that this is their form letter. They must think about things a lot. |
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| Buddy O Boy |
[Oct. 28th, 2009|11:47 pm] |
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| |  distressed | ] |
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| | Down Once More/Track Down This Murderer; Phantom of the Opera | ] |
I have a serious entry coming up soon. But I plan on taking a bath first. Or maybe sleeping, or something. I will post this weekend? RARR.
So, my hair-bleaching comapnion is actually going somewhere else to have his girlfriend bleach his hair for him... I will be bleaching solo, I guess. Sadface. |
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| "Look at me! I'm dancing crazy!" |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|05:27 pm] |
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| | excited | ] |
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| | The Crane Wife 3; The Decemberists | ] |
Recital in an hour! Must finish eating!
But before I do that, I just thought I'd stop by and say: DANCE RECITAL IN AN HOUR! 'Bout to go shake my belly. Rock on. |
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| Plot >can I have it? |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|08:02 pm] |
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| | anxious | ] |
Wow. I have a plot. But I need more of it.
NaNoWriMo starts in eleven days. Jeeeeeeezy peters.
Yuck. |
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| OCTOWINMO! |
[Oct. 19th, 2009|10:41 pm] |
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| |  disappointed | ] |
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| | Dunno. SOmething good. | ] |
I has a setting. And it is one I know!!!!! Really well. Louisville!!!! And I have characters, and a pretty weak but serviceable plot. Pwnage.
Umm... that is all for now. |
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| Dreamland |
[Oct. 19th, 2009|10:29 am] |
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| | rejuvenated | ] |
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| | Loud rock music down the hall... :( | ] |
I had a bizarre dream last night...
I was at some kind of conference with a lot of famous-ish people who all knew each other, and apparently knew me. I remember enough of a snippet to know that this was a bizarre dream. The conference was taking place in a high school, or college, and there were a bunch of us in a panel-thing. Then someone came in and said "it's time for ___." I can't remember what we were calling it, but it was a cover for Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer's wedding, which was going to be a surprise for somebody, who might have been a very Snape-ish Alan Rickman . Neil Patrick Harris was officiating. I attempted to steal a stained glass coloring book, and Neil Patrick Harris advised me on which coloring book was better. There were other famous people too, and they gathered around and we went to the auditorium. Members of the wedding party climbed up on stage and grabbed instruments. Our cover was apparently some kind of concert. At this point, my alarm clock went off. I was very mad to have missed the party. |
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