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The Tiger

Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the Lamb, make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! Burning bight
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-William Blake

So I reorganised our DVDs again, in the purpose of ascertaining just which ones are copies or need replacing... disovered three are missing: Antz, King Arthur, and Babylon A.D. which I will ask Joe and Heaven about when they get back. I know I asked him to bring in all the DVDs from the sleepout but they may have missed some. Or Heaven may have leant them to her mum. Or we never did get Antz back from Chris and Tarns but I thought we did. Possible Heaven borrowed it for her little sister.

She keeps forgetting to bring back my Wild Bean thermal coffee mug, too. And I forget how many times I've asked about it. Really annoying, that. I don't like to nag.

My cat has been super smoochy today, I don't know why. Cute, except when I'm trying to do shit. Then she's just in the way.

People in this house seem to have an aversion to putting their trash in the rubbish bin. Gets super frustrating finding miscellaneous crap lying around that can be thrown out or recycled. I dread to think of the state of the sleepout (again). Alan just laughs when I give him a look for dropping his rubbish on the floor next to his side of the bed. Because he knows it gets on my nerves and before long I'll tidy it up. But, damnit... I'm not a neat freak, but I still dislike mess because people are too lazy to get up and throw their rubbish away.

And now of course Alan wants the computer since he just got home. I said no because I only just got on not that long ago. As he says, I've had all day to have my play on the computer, but that doesn't mean I've spent all day on the computer. So I sort of resent being asked to hop off when I haven't really done all that much on here yet. I can't wait for him to get his own box again and then we don't have to fight to share time on the one computer.

Anyway, best check my f-list and keep this short so he does get some time on here since he really wants it.

Fin.

So someone gives you a letter, and you have to list ten things beginning with that letter and what they mean to you. uptheduff gave me the letter S. Ask me in the comments and I'll assign you a letter. :) I'll try to be nice and pick easy letters.

1. Skirts. I like wearing skirts--on days where it's not cold and/or windy, and I like wearing them without there being a 'special occasion' for it. Some people just can't seem to get that, though. But skirts are cool.

2. Salmonella Dub. It's a kiwi dnb thing. Their music is good. And actually it's NZ music month so this is the perfect time to say something.

3. Sky-diving. pandoras_evil_t got to do that for her birthday once. Maybe I could get to do it for one of mine. 'Cause I am so going to do it sometime.

4. Sweet tarts. I was asked what my favourite candy is, and barring anything with chocolate, it's got to be sweet tarts. I love that they're both sweet and tarty (like me, ha! :P). I usually can't take sweetness on its own, but with a sour, tarty, or bitter side to lessen the effect.

5. Silver. With my skin tone, silver jewelry looks better, and I have some rather nice pieces that I've inherited or been given over the years, like the ring I'm wearing, or the opal earrings from Aunty Nina.

6. Sweet chili sauce. One of the best sauces for flavouring food. I use it as a little extra in so many meals that would otherwise be kind of bland.

7. Star-gazing. Some of my fondest memories from childhood involve lying on the beach at papamoa and star-gazing with my family. I didn't learn too many constellations--only orion, the southern cross, and the pleiades--but saw a lot of falling stars to make wishes on.

8. Sunday. I once wrote a poem about Sunday. It happened when we had a creative writing excersise in English... and was totally random.

9. Snakes. When I was little we went to Australia for a trip before moving to the States. Once thing I remember was visiting one of those petting zoos, and one of the creatures was a python. Dad was holing me up while the lady came by for us to touch it. I've never really been afraid of snakes, but I wouldn't want to piss one off either.

10. Severus Snape. *grins* I love how dodgy he is. Sometimes he vexes me with the stupid shit he pulls, and other times I admire him like no other. He's got to be one of the coolest characters that woman has created, and I trust him. (would rather trust and be deceived... :P)

Fin.

A Good Day

Today I climbed a tree
It was very Famous Five
And to be quite frank
In my urban swank
It was lucky that I survived.

I even rolled in some grass
It was the most amazing sensation
My pores were fed
By a lime green bed
As I lolled in luxuriation.

I think I even skipped
At some point during my day
And I had the notion
To run in slow motion
In a Wonder Woman kind of way.

And just what was the cause
Of this juvenile regression?
How did climbing trees
And scraping knees
Escape mature repression?

In truth I just don't know
Except perhaps to say
With a skip in my step
I thought what the heck
I feel pretty good today.

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I found that while surfing around on the 'net the other day. It's rather cool. Also, I give you this that I gacked from Wytch:

1. Reply to this post, because I would like to say a couple words about you.
2. I will also tell you what song(s) remind me of you when I hear it.
3. I will also tell you what celebrity/public person you remind me of, either personality-wise or looks-wise.
4. I will also give ONE WORD that I associate with you when I think of you.
5. We all could use a boost now and then, so steal this for your journal and make someone else's day as well.

I make no promises on song associations because I tend to think of book or movie characters rather than people I know.

Fin.

Take the quiz: "Which Random Irish Gaelic Phrase Are You? "

Go n-eithe na peisteoga thu
Go n-eithe na peisteoga thu - 'May the worms eat you.'You're one sick bastard. When you die, you're going to to a very warm place. That is, if you don't already run it.

*snickers* Aww, yeah.

Recuerdo
Edna St. Vincent Millay

We were very tired, we were very merry--
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable--
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

We were very tired, we were very merry--
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucektful of gold.

We were very tired, we were very merry--
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.

I randmomly found that poem when looking for a story I was meant to read for American Lit. II. It appealed to me, so I read more about the woman, and thought she was pretty cool. V. independent. I like independent women.
*oohs* Dark chocolate. Yummy.
Wow some burned food doesn't smell good.
I want to get a hold of Temple of Winds. I finished Blood and the Fold today. (And there was much rejoicing) Well, actually, the end had me in fits. But I was surprised he manage to wrap everything up so well, considering how events had been snowballing.
It surpises some people to hear my speak and rant on about characters as if they were real. Thing is, no, the characters aren't actual people I could meet, but there is the defining qualities that make them like a real person with real flaws and strengths. So yes, I can dream about seducing Mat Cauthon or giving the Prelate Annalina a sound thump.
Mmmm, dark chocolate.
I don't know if I'm sick or I have allergies. But thinks are off. And sleep is being evasive when I want it, and lingering when I don't. Damnit.

Fin.

I have this poem. I wrote it one morning, shortly after getting up. Part of me thought it was really good. But, when I shared it with someone I thought might like it, all I got was an, “Okay.” *blinks* I wanted more of a response, like where there were flaws, or what was really neat about it. I was pretty sure it wasn’t that bad… certainly nothing to get all excited about like I’m a genius…
But it’s so rare that the mood to write an actual poem strikes me, that I usually am very careful in its creation. I’m glad I didn’t throw that poem away, to be lost forever… but part of me had left it in its notebook and cringed at the memory of something not so good. Yet, upon rediscovering that notebook, and rereading the favorite song lyrics, the drunken ramblings (part of me didn’t want to lose the thoughts of when my mind was, well… altered), and, yes, the poem… I realized it wasn’t nearly so bad as memory had classed it.
Isn’t that strange, how certain feelings and emotions can blur the memory to make it seem better or worse than it really was… and how shocking it is to discover that?
Unfortunately, I cannot share that poem with you right now because it isn’t memorized, and the notebook isn’t with me. So… you’re saved that at least. *grins*
( Wheel of Time questionaire at last )

Fin.