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| Thursday, May 15th, 2008 | | 1:54 pm |
Sometimes It's The Doing
Mind your step and keep in line All other stops eschewing. For even if she's never thine Sometimes it's the doing. Don't mind scratching at the wall, For her smile's strength-embuing, Cuisle ta chroi through it all Sometimes it's the doing. Beat back by the cold, deep sea, Though through it you are hewing Glad sights will be the land and she. Sometimes it's the doing. Hold her hand and dry her tears When sorrow is ensuing. If nothing else for all those years, Sometimes it's the doing. Your Oddysee may take you long And your days you may be ruing, But her laughter, softest birdsong Says it's always worth the doing. Current Mood: Writing In The Sand | | Saturday, May 3rd, 2008 | | 3:27 pm |
Writer's Block: Almost Famous
I don't know if I want to be famous. Remembered would be better. I'd like to publish my books and have someone like them, or my children open a book about Ireland and know 'this is what dad works for'. I guess I'd like to be known, really, but not red-carpet-and-paparazzi famous. Not that the paparazzi care about authors and freedom fighters... | | Monday, March 31st, 2008 | | 12:13 pm |
| | Saturday, March 22nd, 2008 | | 11:15 pm |
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I totally have something I would want to put in a journal right now...trouble is, I can't, because it's something that would be read (well, in theory. Not sure if anyone reads this anymore...). And it being read would undoubtedly be embarrassing. Current Mood: live(journal) | | Friday, March 14th, 2008 | | 11:44 pm |
Ghost
So in 'Blithe Spirit', there's a part where a character walks over to the gramophone and turns on a record. The gramophone doesn't actually play, so I play a CD in a CD player in the back. Tonight, however, the CD skipped and stopped. I turned it down so the audience wouldn't hear me fiddling with it, so only I and possibly Billy could hear the sound that played next. It was like a record player's needle dragging across a record. Trouble is, there were neither record needle nor record. Even if the CD was a recording of an old vinyl, at no point in the song is there a sound like that. I'm a bit creeped. | | Sunday, March 9th, 2008 | | 8:06 pm |
| | Wednesday, March 5th, 2008 | | 11:21 am |
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Kaydee had a baby boy last Tuesday. | | Monday, March 3rd, 2008 | | 11:21 pm |
plague and strife FTL -_-
So...the bad part is, I have the flu. The worse part is, I got the flu at 75 mph down I-10W, and consequently, I got the flu all over the side of T.L.'s new SUV. So for the last two days I've been feeling like total garbage. Been taking medicines, soup, gatorade and Jello, and so I'm feeling a little bit better but the margin is small. The good news is, I have a job interview tomorrow at Barnes et Noble. Wish me luck! | | Friday, February 29th, 2008 | | 4:54 pm |
| | Wednesday, February 27th, 2008 | | 1:10 am |
Notes
Over my life, I have met several women who I came to call 'Mom', through my association with their family. An example is how April and I are 'family', and so her Mom is mine. But tonight, I had a nice long chat with the only other person apart from my dad who I'd ever truly consider a father figure. Sure, my mother's husband is a great guy, and has tons of advice, and has helped me through a lot of things, but Seth's dad- his whole family, actually, have known me so long, watched me grow, and imprinted things upon me and within me that they are close to me in a wholly different, deeper way. Anyway, we talked about where I want to head in life, and how I have to get about doing it. It's kind of funny to think we spent 3 hours to say 'just do it.' Despite the fact that he had been drinking and it was o'-dark-thirty when we had the conversation, I hold it as important, and as such, I wanted to write down some of the points so as not to forget them. 1) Set a goal for what you -want-, and get to it. 2) Do what makes you happy, as hard as it seems. 3) You can take advice and direction from anyone but the drive comes from -you-. 4)Live tomorrow so that a week from then, you can look back and be proud and happy with what you did. 5) Love your parents and tell them you do. They never set out to ruin your life, and whether you realize it or not, they do the best they can. 6) Let go. Things were bad before, but you have to move along now. No one can move for you. 7) "The last thing we want to hear is that you're the father of Sybil's children." 7a)Is it me, or are people really getting the wrong idea? First Molly, then him? 7b) And I mean the -wrong- idea. 8)There is nothing you cannot do with effort. If someone has 3 more years experience than you, work 3 times as hard. Show the higher-ups that you're dedicated. 9)Pensacola's apartment rental prices are fucking -rude-. 10) Wrecking Susan's computer would be in poor taste. Of course some of these are jokes which I included so that I won't think to hard when I try to go to bed, and I hope that anyone reading this would be able to pick up on which ones are commentary, jokes, diversions, etc. | | Saturday, February 23rd, 2008 | | 10:52 pm |
Homeless
This really sucks...I need to find a place to stay. | | Sunday, January 13th, 2008 | | 1:29 pm |
| | Friday, December 21st, 2007 | | 4:10 am |
Sweeny Todd
Alright, alright. Despite my misgivings- it was a good movie. Even if the story annoyed me. XP | | Thursday, December 20th, 2007 | | 2:08 pm |
Do Not Resuscitate
I don't think I've ever seen a more horrible piece of paper in my life. | | Saturday, December 15th, 2007 | | 5:08 am |
Sadness
Eh. I dunno. There's basically -nowhere- I can go that doesn't bring me down. | | Sunday, December 2nd, 2007 | | 6:29 am |
| | Thursday, November 1st, 2007 | | 6:59 am |
Ancestral Memory (Leannan Sidhe)
The Lady, she has gone abed, And dawnlight climbs the hill How to write what can't be said? He wonders if he ever will. A sharp, ancestral yearning For a place beyond his sight, Samhain fires burning, And dancing by their light. He dreams of the Time Before, Those far-off and distant days. Leannan Sidhe's whispered lore, Ancient, long-forgotten ways. Hiraeth, the land-lost sorrow Weighs on his heart and mind, Ever more with each 'tomorrow' For the land his soul can't find. There are rolling hills and rivers, Fields lay untouched and pristine. Leannan touches and he shivers, Gentle breeze from lands unseen. He must find this hallowed place The world where he longs to be? Tell-tale tear-streaks paint his face. 'Long lost,' says Leannan Sidhe. The sun comes up as he retires, A gold coin in the blue-grey sky, But in his tears shine Samhain fires, And in his heart they'll never die. Current Mood: hiraeth | | Monday, October 29th, 2007 | | 5:40 am |
The Wind That Shakes The Barley
The song puts a chill up my spine every time. Especially now, when the song's haunting strains mingle with the bespect'red breezes of late October. | | Sunday, October 21st, 2007 | | 4:25 am |
Sullen Sickness
I felt it all that morning. I couldn't even sleep the night before...I knew if I went you'd be there. I should not have gone; all I did was inconvenience you. You don't want to believe a word I say, so it ain't really my power to make you, though dear God I wish you did. I was almost happy you were there- thought I was dreaming. After all, that's the only place I've seen you in months. But you just shook your head. " Go back to...them." With all the fear in my heart, I obeyed. Why don't you get it? | | Thursday, October 18th, 2007 | | 4:10 am |
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