I actually caught myself saying "Everyone dies" today.
The good Lord help me.
Am I turning into a fucking philosopher?!
I hate saying "Everyone Dies."
I mean, I know it's true. But. Yeah. It's a taboo for me. *shudder*. Why the HELL did I say that?? It's so damn depressing, even though it's true. I don't know what I believe in terms of immortals. I guess anything's possible, right?
Granted - all these vampires, Lestat, Angel, Edward, are pretty convincingly un-true (well... maybe Lestat ^^) , but what about other kinds of long-livers, like Nostradamus, Rasputin or Elijah? From a girl that believes the human race isn't anywhere near as smart as we think we are, the idea there are people who can live for hundreds of years isn't that astounding.
Mull that over while a rant about something a little related.
Vampires.
Oh. My. God. What a depressing bunch!!!
Louis. Lestat. Michell. Angel. Edward. (If you know who ALL of them are, you're awesome.) If I was immortal, sure there would be bouts of depression, but they come to me now. My game plan for immortality would be to not stay still long enough for the bad moods to catch me.
The things I would do if I had all the time in the world. I mean, I guess I might not CHOOSE to become a vampire, but according to legend not many people have a choice there :)
For starters, I'd learn to draw. Properly. Also, I'd learn at least twenty different musical instruments to perfection (and one of those would HAVE to be the harmonica). I would spin round the world at least four times, living for the tiny bars nobody but the natives and the lost people find, the side streets that have a hidden gem like a statue or fountain, and the amazing people you meet over a pint. Learning every language I could would be something I'd love to do (although I would hope me becoming a vamp would mean I'm a better linguist than I am now).
I mean God, guys, lighten up!!
Oh, I've done terrible things! Haven't we all, Angel?
Everyone leaves me! Then screw them and go party, Lestat.
You're too pure for me! Edward Cullen get over yourself!
...and finally the most tedious: What does it all mean?! Louis, who gives a FLYING FUCK?!
Thursday 30 April 2009
Tuesday 21 April 2009
A True Shakespeare Geek
Found this while wandering the web and thought I'd post up. I didn't write this and want abosolutely no credit :)
Enjoy:
If you cannot understand my argument, and declare "It's Greek to me", you are quoting Shakespeare; if you claim to be more sinned against than sinning, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you recall your salad days, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you act more in sorrow than in anger, if your wish is father to the thought, if your lost property has vanished into thin air, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you have ever refused to budge an inch or suffered from green-eyed jealousy, if you have played fast and loose, if you have been tongue-tied, a tower of strength, hoodwinked or in a pickle, if you have knitted your brows, made a virtue of necessity, insisted on fair play, slept not one wink, stood on ceremony, danced attendance (on your lord and master), laughed yourself into stitches, had short shrift, cold comfort or too much of a good thing, if you have seen better days or lived in a fool's paradise - why, be that as it may, the more fool you, for it is a foregone conclusion that you are (as good luck would have it) quoting Shakespeare; if you think it is early days and clear out bag and baggage, if you think it is high time and that that is the long and short of it, if you believe that the game is up and that truth will out even if it involves your own flesh and blood, if you lie low till the crack of doom because you suspect foul play, if you have your teeth set on edge (at one fell swoop) without rhyme or reason, then - to give the devil his due - if the truth were known (for surely you have a tongue in your head) you are quoting Shakespeare; even if you bid me good riddance and send me packing, if you wish I were dead as a door-nail, if you think I am an eyesore, a laughing stock, the devil incarnate, a stony-hearted villain, bloody-minded or a blinking idiot, then - by Jove! O Lord! Tut, tut! for goodness' sake! what the dickens! but me no buts - it is all one to me, for you are quoting Shakespeare. (Bernard Levin. From The Story of English. Robert McCrum, William Cran and Robert MacNeil. Viking: 1986).
Enjoy:
If you cannot understand my argument, and declare "It's Greek to me", you are quoting Shakespeare; if you claim to be more sinned against than sinning, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you recall your salad days, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you act more in sorrow than in anger, if your wish is father to the thought, if your lost property has vanished into thin air, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you have ever refused to budge an inch or suffered from green-eyed jealousy, if you have played fast and loose, if you have been tongue-tied, a tower of strength, hoodwinked or in a pickle, if you have knitted your brows, made a virtue of necessity, insisted on fair play, slept not one wink, stood on ceremony, danced attendance (on your lord and master), laughed yourself into stitches, had short shrift, cold comfort or too much of a good thing, if you have seen better days or lived in a fool's paradise - why, be that as it may, the more fool you, for it is a foregone conclusion that you are (as good luck would have it) quoting Shakespeare; if you think it is early days and clear out bag and baggage, if you think it is high time and that that is the long and short of it, if you believe that the game is up and that truth will out even if it involves your own flesh and blood, if you lie low till the crack of doom because you suspect foul play, if you have your teeth set on edge (at one fell swoop) without rhyme or reason, then - to give the devil his due - if the truth were known (for surely you have a tongue in your head) you are quoting Shakespeare; even if you bid me good riddance and send me packing, if you wish I were dead as a door-nail, if you think I am an eyesore, a laughing stock, the devil incarnate, a stony-hearted villain, bloody-minded or a blinking idiot, then - by Jove! O Lord! Tut, tut! for goodness' sake! what the dickens! but me no buts - it is all one to me, for you are quoting Shakespeare. (Bernard Levin. From The Story of English. Robert McCrum, William Cran and Robert MacNeil. Viking: 1986).
Monday 20 April 2009
Today I Made A Discovery
Check these out, people!!
Watch them through to the end...
...they just get better and better...
...more on youtube, search something like "animusic" or "amazing instument"
Thats all folks, just thought I'd share these x x
Watch them through to the end...
...they just get better and better...
...more on youtube, search something like "animusic" or "amazing instument"
Thats all folks, just thought I'd share these x x
Sunday 19 April 2009
If you go down to the woods today
Paddy, being Paddy decided he didn't want a walk today.
That's so typical.
Through rain, hail and snow I have walked that ungrateful mutt, the least he could do would be to grant me a walk in the woods when the weather is actually nice (touch wood).
So screw him. I went on my own.
After messing around jumping over water several times and somehow escaping a bog with my trainers the same colour they were before they sank into it (doesn't say much; my trainers have been through a lot with me and I keep refusing to give them up), I found an old tree.
Isn't it amazing when nature seems to take over a part of civilisation? There was a huge piece of concrete that could only have been a wall caught up in its roots, slanting down to the river and providing a brilliant excuse for a climb.
I was in no hurry and it wasn't as if I was actually going anywhere, so I took the bait.
Two minutes later I was sitting in the best place in the whole woods. I was under a complete overhang, so the only way somebody would see me was if they were walking along the very edge of path above me and craned their neck right over the drop.
Have you noticed that people walking on a path usually have a place to go?
Needless to say, nobody saw a teenage girl with a navy hoodie perched like a pixie on a tree root staring at the stream 10ft below (I was a little out of it, ok? Ripples are hypnotising @_@ ).
But then, the only people who would actually have a chance of seeing me were the ones I didn't mind looking. Dog walkers, people going in a loop or simply someone putting off going where they were going, in short, anyone curious enough to look right over the edge of the path. If they are that curious, I'm pretty positive they would have sat where I did for twenty minutes, throwing stones in the stream and watching the squirrel 20 ft above hang upside down and shriek (yeah, it was a weird little thing).
I'm just saying, I'm a little impatient. My walking pace should be enough proof of that. But if I could just sit for a quarter of an hour, why don't other people try it more often?
It works.
Works for what?
Whatever you want it to.
That's so typical.
Through rain, hail and snow I have walked that ungrateful mutt, the least he could do would be to grant me a walk in the woods when the weather is actually nice (touch wood).
So screw him. I went on my own.
After messing around jumping over water several times and somehow escaping a bog with my trainers the same colour they were before they sank into it (doesn't say much; my trainers have been through a lot with me and I keep refusing to give them up), I found an old tree.
Isn't it amazing when nature seems to take over a part of civilisation? There was a huge piece of concrete that could only have been a wall caught up in its roots, slanting down to the river and providing a brilliant excuse for a climb.
I was in no hurry and it wasn't as if I was actually going anywhere, so I took the bait.
Two minutes later I was sitting in the best place in the whole woods. I was under a complete overhang, so the only way somebody would see me was if they were walking along the very edge of path above me and craned their neck right over the drop.
Have you noticed that people walking on a path usually have a place to go?
Needless to say, nobody saw a teenage girl with a navy hoodie perched like a pixie on a tree root staring at the stream 10ft below (I was a little out of it, ok? Ripples are hypnotising @_@ ).
But then, the only people who would actually have a chance of seeing me were the ones I didn't mind looking. Dog walkers, people going in a loop or simply someone putting off going where they were going, in short, anyone curious enough to look right over the edge of the path. If they are that curious, I'm pretty positive they would have sat where I did for twenty minutes, throwing stones in the stream and watching the squirrel 20 ft above hang upside down and shriek (yeah, it was a weird little thing).
I'm just saying, I'm a little impatient. My walking pace should be enough proof of that. But if I could just sit for a quarter of an hour, why don't other people try it more often?
It works.
Works for what?
Whatever you want it to.
Thursday 16 April 2009
Careful not to Blink
All the small things True care, truth brings
I doubt Blink 182 ever guessed a quaint little english drama about church choirs would steal the name of one of their most famous songs, then have the main cast re-sing it at a chior contes
t with Corrie's prettyboy popstar Richard Fleeshman as the main vocalist.And yet the BBC have done just that, bringing to our screens a new drama about church, divorce and "shit hot cranberry muffins".
The troubled teen singer (right) isn't the only reason to watch the drama that blows things like PA Meetings into huge proportion, however.
Meet Jake, the cute, foul-mouthed curate with big ideas and a not-so classical view of church life and my main motivation for watching All The Small Things (tuesdays 9.00 BBC1). A hoodie, skater and chronic swearer (his favourite phrase seems to be "shit hot"), there's nothing quite like him in the Church of England. Though I wish St Ed's would have a little more of his spirit.
"Pink squishy sofas", "shit hot lattes" and a place to "check your Facebooks" doesn't seem to be on the top of many church's lists, though as Jake says the place should be open to everyone, whatever they like.
Not too sure about your colour choice of furniture, Sweet, but apart from that you have my vote.
Apart from that, All The Small Things is a funny cliché with characters you care about (especially Esther's poor kids - and Esther herself when her husband asks her to "wait" for him to "let this stupid thing run dry" this stupid thing being having an obvious affair with a woman around ten years younger than him). Although we can always guess what's going to happen, it's still fun to see the Slitheens (Ethel and Gilbert Tonks) get their comeuppance ^^.
Wednesday 15 April 2009
96
Big number, isn't it?
We wouldn't think so now.
In a world where people count their pounds in thousands and millionaires are getting common, we don't think of anything below 10k as a "big" number.
Okay. Forget the number 96 for a minute. Think about the number 1.
1 life, say.
In that life, you have friends, pets, teachers, GCSEs. You have family reunions at Christmas. You have the sluggish cursing as you wake up to your alarm. You have the mental swearing as you miss your bus. You have the worry of a summer job, the petty dislikes of the class bitch, the hopes of getting an iPod for your birthday.
Shallow things?
They are what make life life. What makes it such a wonderful thing. All the tiny things that make you yourself. Now imagine them blown away in an instant.
Imagine 96 of them blown away in one hour.
96 ordinary, exceptional, typical, amazing people went to a football match twenty years ago to the day, along with hundreds of other supporters.
These 96 men, women and children would not come back home.
So here's to the football fans.
Here's to the police, keeping control over the supporters as we get excited. We spite them, sneer at them, we only want a little fun after all. All they want is to prevent anything like the Hillsborough Disaster happening ever again.
Here's to Brian Clough, who told the police if there was even one fatality, there would be no football played today.
We wouldn't think so now.
In a world where people count their pounds in thousands and millionaires are getting common, we don't think of anything below 10k as a "big" number.
Okay. Forget the number 96 for a minute. Think about the number 1.
1 life, say.
In that life, you have friends, pets, teachers, GCSEs. You have family reunions at Christmas. You have the sluggish cursing as you wake up to your alarm. You have the mental swearing as you miss your bus. You have the worry of a summer job, the petty dislikes of the class bitch, the hopes of getting an iPod for your birthday.
Shallow things?
They are what make life life. What makes it such a wonderful thing. All the tiny things that make you yourself. Now imagine them blown away in an instant.
Imagine 96 of them blown away in one hour.
96 ordinary, exceptional, typical, amazing people went to a football match twenty years ago to the day, along with hundreds of other supporters.
These 96 men, women and children would not come back home.
So here's to the football fans.
Here's to the police, keeping control over the supporters as we get excited. We spite them, sneer at them, we only want a little fun after all. All they want is to prevent anything like the Hillsborough Disaster happening ever again.
Here's to Brian Clough, who told the police if there was even one fatality, there would be no football played today.
"Football should not be life or death.
Not even in a semi-final."
And here's to the people of Sheffield, taking in fans to their homes; total strangers, people they have never met and probably will never meet again, to rack up their phone bills and use their best china. Bless them all.
"They're all dead, missus. All dead."
Liverpudlians have not forgotten their kindness.It's just a shame it takes a loss of life for people to be like that most times.
The Hillsborough Disaster was a deadly human crush that occurred on 15 April 1989, at Hillsborough, a football stadium home to Sheffield Wednesday in Sheffield, England, resulting in the deaths of 96 people (all fans of Liverpool Football Club).
The match was an FA Cup Semi Final clash between Liverpool and Nottingham Forest. It was abandoned six minutes into the first half.
Wikipedia
You'll Never Walk Alone
Sunday 12 April 2009
Cause he's awesome \(^-^)/
SHAKESPEAAAAAH!!!
I find it amazin' that I haven't yet written anything about the Bard in my blog... and we're already on post 6!! So, random info time, Shakespeare created over 1700 words in his plays that are now used everyday. Here's just a few of his more famous ones:
accused
addiction
advertising
amazement
assassination
bandit
bedroom
birthplace
blanket
bloodstained (Trust him)
blushing
bet
bump
buzzer
champion
cold-blooded
Compromise
courtship
countless
critic
dauntless
Dawn
deafening
drugged (Found this funny for some reason)
epileptic (Othello suffered epileptic fits)
elbow (I want to know what people called their elbow before he came along)
excitement
Exposure
eyeball
fashionable (I'm willing to bet most girls I know won't believe me)
flawed
generous
gloomy
gossip
green-eyed (The green-eyed monster, mentioned in Othello ^^)
Gust
hint
hob-nob (I doubt he meant biscuits)
label
laughable
lonely
lower
luggage
majestic
mimic
moonbeam (Purdy)
mountaineer
negotiate
noiseless
obscene
Olympian
outbreak
puking (And you thought it was modern slang)
radiance
rant
remorseless
savagery
scuffle
secure
summit
swagger
torture
tranquil
undress
unreal
varied
vaulting
worthless
zany
More Shakespeare soon. Don't like it? Don't read it dahling.
I find it amazin' that I haven't yet written anything about the Bard in my blog... and we're already on post 6!! So, random info time, Shakespeare created over 1700 words in his plays that are now used everyday. Here's just a few of his more famous ones:
accused
addiction
advertising
amazement
assassination
bandit
bedroom
birthplace
blanket
bloodstained (Trust him)
blushing
bet
bump
buzzer
champion
cold-blooded
Compromise
courtship
countless
critic
dauntless
Dawn
deafening
drugged (Found this funny for some reason)
epileptic (Othello suffered epileptic fits)
elbow (I want to know what people called their elbow before he came along)
excitement
Exposure
eyeball
fashionable (I'm willing to bet most girls I know won't believe me)
flawed
generous
gloomy
gossip
green-eyed (The green-eyed monster, mentioned in Othello ^^)
Gust
hint
hob-nob (I doubt he meant biscuits)
label
laughable
lonely
lower
luggage
majestic
mimic
moonbeam (Purdy)
mountaineer
negotiate
noiseless
obscene
Olympian
outbreak
puking (And you thought it was modern slang)
radiance
rant
remorseless
savagery
scuffle
secure
summit
swagger
torture
tranquil
undress
unreal
varied
vaulting
worthless
zany
More Shakespeare soon. Don't like it? Don't read it dahling.
Friday 10 April 2009
Party Flee-r and Proud Cont.
Thought archive surfers would like an update on the party.
Wait... what party?
All goes fine until the host's brother spots some weed smokers and calls home mother. Mother arrives with police in tow and everyone scatters around the Moortown/Roundhay suburbia. Down to the woods, up to the park, across the church to the other, bigger park... everyone hides from the Plods even if they're totally innocent.
Understandably, the host wasn't too happy about this, but was distracted when three or four ex-partiers rush in with the news that one of the boys who had had far too much to drink was lying at the bottom of her garden not breathing.
Don't worry people, he ended up being okay.
But his so called friends when they were tracked down to the bigger park, found the fact he almost didn't regain consciousness hilarious.
Fuckers.
~UPDATE~ He ended up having his stomach pumped. *shudder*
Wait... what party?
All goes fine until the host's brother spots some weed smokers and calls home mother. Mother arrives with police in tow and everyone scatters around the Moortown/Roundhay suburbia. Down to the woods, up to the park, across the church to the other, bigger park... everyone hides from the Plods even if they're totally innocent.
Understandably, the host wasn't too happy about this, but was distracted when three or four ex-partiers rush in with the news that one of the boys who had had far too much to drink was lying at the bottom of her garden not breathing.
Don't worry people, he ended up being okay.
But his so called friends when they were tracked down to the bigger park, found the fact he almost didn't regain consciousness hilarious.
Fuckers.
~UPDATE~ He ended up having his stomach pumped. *shudder*
Sunday 5 April 2009
Sabbath of Palms
Well, yeah, its Palm Sunday. The day Jesus rode into town on a mule and people laid palm leaves for it to walk on.Of course, these were the same people who in a few days would yell "Crucify him!" to Pontius Pilate. But anyway, Palm Sunday's the day that begins the Holiest week in the Christian calendar; the week Christ was killed and rose again.
We're all given palm crosses on this day and my brother and his friends - being eight year old boys - use them as swords.
Just got me thinking... didn't old cultures used to stab the sword of a fallen warror into the ground where he fell? As a grave... or a cross?
Dang... I had a perfect shot of a part of Disney's Mulan... but you get to see an ugly cross instead (:
And in peace times, the swords are left hanging upside down, perhaps to represent the forgiveness He gave us (as in times when wars were fought with swords, many people were religious).When Christ died upon the cross the curtain of the temple ripped in two by an invisible blade. Perhaps the Yin of Christ's Yang is combat, fighting and war, as we all know reversed things are opposites, right? ;P
Saturday 4 April 2009
How society's changed...
Common sense really isn't that common anymore.
People can usually find a way without any will whatsoever.
People don't give horses as gifts.
Absence makes the heart forget now.
Old habits don't die at all.
Nobody makes their bed, but they always lie in it.
People who live in glass houses don't throw stones... the chavs do that for them.
No one cooks broth anymore.
A rolling stone has had too much plastic surgery to get any moss.
And the early bird may get the worm... however the second mouse gets the cheese.
I'm an english student - sue me.
People can usually find a way without any will whatsoever.
People don't give horses as gifts.
Absence makes the heart forget now.
Old habits don't die at all.
Nobody makes their bed, but they always lie in it.
People who live in glass houses don't throw stones... the chavs do that for them.
No one cooks broth anymore.
A rolling stone has had too much plastic surgery to get any moss.
And the early bird may get the worm... however the second mouse gets the cheese.
I'm an english student - sue me.
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