The Everlasting Confab
Sunday, June 05, 2005
A Glance Back
I'm getting slack with this. Probably because I don't think anyone reads it. Maybe I'll compose a nice long post one of these days.
¶ 10:44 PM 0 comments 
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
MaleMoghedien: im laffing lol!!!!!!111!1!!111!11oneoneone!
HarrysDeathEater: *lauging incoherently...on the ground...*
Candice: GET ON THE GROUND JULIE
I Heart Being Crazy. ¶ 8:30 PM 0 comments
HarrysDeathEater: *lauging incoherently...on the ground...*
Candice: GET ON THE GROUND JULIE
I Heart Being Crazy. ¶ 8:30 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Wishing It Was
"Beauty and grace is what touches me most
Good time can put me in fear
Always feel safe when things are bad
So I cannot let you come near
"It seems that I thrive on the dark side of things
I always feel alive when the death bell rings
Now you have come and bring out the tears in me
Pain never makes me cry, but happiness does
It's so strange to watch my life walk by
Wishing it was "
--Eagle Eye-Cherry; Santana
Question. Did you read the lyrics at the top of the post? Oh, I don't mind if you didn't; it's not like I even wrote them. Whether or not you just scrolled back up to read them, I didn't choose them for the sake of creating a metaphor of my life through the lyrics of a pop song. Again, I don't care if you read them. In all honesty, I can't say I did before I coped and pasted the words here. I was looking for a song that had nothing to do with love--it irks me that an overwhelming amount of lyrics today can't steer away from the theme. Turns out not even this one does. So I cut off part of it. But I still like the first bit, that bit that is up there.
I feel like someone just scrolled back up to read. Don't bother. Everything I'm trying to say is right here in my own words: Those lyrics are pretty. And that's all they are. Especially when put to music. Guitar music. But how much of a person can be learned through the complete and unchanged lyrics of someone else's song? Some people are afraid to write because they see themselves in their words. Hate to break it to you people, but everyone puts a little of their soul into anything they write, be it an English essay, a love note, or a quick jot onto their online journal. I know I do. People (okay, just my dad so far) have told me that my writing is obtuse. I don't try to alienate the general population, but I don't intend to dumb down my words or my sentences to the level of a grade-schooler in order to get the maximum audience. However, I'm sure even a second grader could understand me here. I don't exactly use big words. I just want to make a few general statements:
Just say it. We make things long when we don't have the time and patience to make our thoughts brief and concise. For example, are you tired of reading yet? I know I'm going on and on, but hey, writing is an art, and more than worthy of practice. I'm going to need a lot, wouldn't you say?
You can break the rules once you have mastered them. By now, I'm sure you've noticed my use of fragments and abuse and neglect of commas. As if anyone actually pays attention to whether a sentence contains a subject, conjugated verb, or predicate. If those are even the parts of a sentence. What I want everyone to know is that they should pay attention to their grammar and spelling--note that I don't single any one person out on this, because I know quite a few who practice this, myself included--because no one will take the time to read what you have to say if you don't have the time to proofread your own work. Maybe I'm uptight, but typing in all lowercase and forgetting periods is extremely annoying to read, though it is common practice in quick notes between friends. Moving to another writing tendency, no one has any patience for the abuse of the shift button either. No one whatsoever.
Sometimes I just feel like writing. Today would be one of those days. Bear with me, guys--if you've even gotten this far--I'll be back with our regular forecast and retrocast in a few days...
-----I don't know why I even post here, it's not like anyone reads this, but I'll be faithful to my first online thingie and put it up here....because I like it so much------ ¶ 5:07 PM 0 comments
Good time can put me in fear
Always feel safe when things are bad
So I cannot let you come near
"It seems that I thrive on the dark side of things
I always feel alive when the death bell rings
Now you have come and bring out the tears in me
Pain never makes me cry, but happiness does
It's so strange to watch my life walk by
Wishing it was "
--Eagle Eye-Cherry; Santana
Question. Did you read the lyrics at the top of the post? Oh, I don't mind if you didn't; it's not like I even wrote them. Whether or not you just scrolled back up to read them, I didn't choose them for the sake of creating a metaphor of my life through the lyrics of a pop song. Again, I don't care if you read them. In all honesty, I can't say I did before I coped and pasted the words here. I was looking for a song that had nothing to do with love--it irks me that an overwhelming amount of lyrics today can't steer away from the theme. Turns out not even this one does. So I cut off part of it. But I still like the first bit, that bit that is up there.
I feel like someone just scrolled back up to read. Don't bother. Everything I'm trying to say is right here in my own words: Those lyrics are pretty. And that's all they are. Especially when put to music. Guitar music. But how much of a person can be learned through the complete and unchanged lyrics of someone else's song? Some people are afraid to write because they see themselves in their words. Hate to break it to you people, but everyone puts a little of their soul into anything they write, be it an English essay, a love note, or a quick jot onto their online journal. I know I do. People (okay, just my dad so far) have told me that my writing is obtuse. I don't try to alienate the general population, but I don't intend to dumb down my words or my sentences to the level of a grade-schooler in order to get the maximum audience. However, I'm sure even a second grader could understand me here. I don't exactly use big words. I just want to make a few general statements:
Just say it. We make things long when we don't have the time and patience to make our thoughts brief and concise. For example, are you tired of reading yet? I know I'm going on and on, but hey, writing is an art, and more than worthy of practice. I'm going to need a lot, wouldn't you say?
You can break the rules once you have mastered them. By now, I'm sure you've noticed my use of fragments and abuse and neglect of commas. As if anyone actually pays attention to whether a sentence contains a subject, conjugated verb, or predicate. If those are even the parts of a sentence. What I want everyone to know is that they should pay attention to their grammar and spelling--note that I don't single any one person out on this, because I know quite a few who practice this, myself included--because no one will take the time to read what you have to say if you don't have the time to proofread your own work. Maybe I'm uptight, but typing in all lowercase and forgetting periods is extremely annoying to read, though it is common practice in quick notes between friends. Moving to another writing tendency, no one has any patience for the abuse of the shift button either. No one whatsoever.
Sometimes I just feel like writing. Today would be one of those days. Bear with me, guys--if you've even gotten this far--I'll be back with our regular forecast and retrocast in a few days...
-----I don't know why I even post here, it's not like anyone reads this, but I'll be faithful to my first online thingie and put it up here....because I like it so much------ ¶ 5:07 PM 0 comments
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Save Us All
Joe Scarborough said, "Elites have had no problem coming on my show telling me how Terri Schiavo has no quality of life so she would be better off dead.
"Certainly the same holds true of starving children in Africa who are abused, raped, infected, and dying. Using elites' logic, feeding these children only prolong their pain."
Well, Joe, that's right. These people are the unfortunate excess population; they live in poverty, which in itself is a brutal cycle that makes a rut in a country's population to the point that the poor children that are born into poverty can never get out. Poverty raises the death rate of a population and by consequence and because humans have that instinctual, let's keep the population the same as it has always been or continually growing because more is always better! Well it's a horrid positive feedback loop, because when the more powerful countries send food overseas to third world countries, they do prolong suffering, and in a terrible way. Children recieve the food and live, though not a good life by any means, but say they make it to puberty, and immediately get busy reproducing. So now you have even more of a situation because there are people dying right and left, and now there are babies, stomachs swollen with hunger, who are the future, the perpetuation of this poverty. Is that really the moral thing to do?
These global problems are damn tricky, because we know it's wrong to discard morals on a small level ("Do not do unto others as you would not want them to do unto you") because then individuals suffer. We are social animals, and (usually) the sight of our brothers and sisters suffering, be it on the other side of the world, is incredibly powerful and motivating. However, when one completely grasps the idea of "environmental science", one realizes that...it is almost impossible to save humanity from destroying itself while paying attention to individuals. It kills me to have realized this, and I think I've always known it.
Well I don't have any good ideas about what to do, nor do I propose anything less than good. This is a huge issue, and not only for the world powers (and everyone else) to recognize and contribute towards finding an answer, but for us to understand to our complete understanding capacity. Where will we be if politicians in Washington only take the population crisis seriously and implement strict controls (think China), without getting to the bottom of the interwoven problems that plague our planet.
We also cannot forget the other things like global warming, thinning of the ozone layer, an imminent food shortage, war, ineffectual government, genocide, the overuse of already nonrenewable resources, the disgusting air and water qualities in most urban areas, the immense oil and energy consumption by the United States, the water shortage in the Middle East, the destruction of rainforests in Latin America, the damming of rivers all over the world that restricts natural and necessary flow, the dwindling concern by capable Americans of the rest of the world, the horrendous number of automobile accidents in America each year, loss of biodiversity, the rise of genetic mutations in amphibians due to pollutants in rivers, increasing tension between ethnic and religious groups and resulting violence, the overwhelming amount of time and money that is spent by world powers on military expenditures, all types of extinction of species, pesticides that magnify in food chains, the loss of wilderness, the overcrowding of humans in urban areas, the disregard of learning from mistakes in the past, blind religious fundamentalism, the growth of technology to the point that we cannot anticipate an apocalypse that does not concern machines, and the increasing ignorance of humans regarding the world they live in.
I can continue. Would you like me to? ¶ 9:58 PM 0 comments
"Certainly the same holds true of starving children in Africa who are abused, raped, infected, and dying. Using elites' logic, feeding these children only prolong their pain."
Well, Joe, that's right. These people are the unfortunate excess population; they live in poverty, which in itself is a brutal cycle that makes a rut in a country's population to the point that the poor children that are born into poverty can never get out. Poverty raises the death rate of a population and by consequence and because humans have that instinctual, let's keep the population the same as it has always been or continually growing because more is always better! Well it's a horrid positive feedback loop, because when the more powerful countries send food overseas to third world countries, they do prolong suffering, and in a terrible way. Children recieve the food and live, though not a good life by any means, but say they make it to puberty, and immediately get busy reproducing. So now you have even more of a situation because there are people dying right and left, and now there are babies, stomachs swollen with hunger, who are the future, the perpetuation of this poverty. Is that really the moral thing to do?
These global problems are damn tricky, because we know it's wrong to discard morals on a small level ("Do not do unto others as you would not want them to do unto you") because then individuals suffer. We are social animals, and (usually) the sight of our brothers and sisters suffering, be it on the other side of the world, is incredibly powerful and motivating. However, when one completely grasps the idea of "environmental science", one realizes that...it is almost impossible to save humanity from destroying itself while paying attention to individuals. It kills me to have realized this, and I think I've always known it.
When I was maybe five or eight or eleven, there was a commercial on poverty in third world countries. Being the precocious child I was, I understood the abstract idea of "the good of humanity". One of my parents' asked me (I honestly do not remember which) how I would save the world from this overpopulation crisis. I answered that I would sacrifice people to quickly reduce the population. Need I finish? Now, both my parents were listening and they...either grinned or immediately scheduled a trip to the psychologist, and asked me how I would like being one of the sacrifices. Well, that shut me up.
Well I don't have any good ideas about what to do, nor do I propose anything less than good. This is a huge issue, and not only for the world powers (and everyone else) to recognize and contribute towards finding an answer, but for us to understand to our complete understanding capacity. Where will we be if politicians in Washington only take the population crisis seriously and implement strict controls (think China), without getting to the bottom of the interwoven problems that plague our planet.
We also cannot forget the other things like global warming, thinning of the ozone layer, an imminent food shortage, war, ineffectual government, genocide, the overuse of already nonrenewable resources, the disgusting air and water qualities in most urban areas, the immense oil and energy consumption by the United States, the water shortage in the Middle East, the destruction of rainforests in Latin America, the damming of rivers all over the world that restricts natural and necessary flow, the dwindling concern by capable Americans of the rest of the world, the horrendous number of automobile accidents in America each year, loss of biodiversity, the rise of genetic mutations in amphibians due to pollutants in rivers, increasing tension between ethnic and religious groups and resulting violence, the overwhelming amount of time and money that is spent by world powers on military expenditures, all types of extinction of species, pesticides that magnify in food chains, the loss of wilderness, the overcrowding of humans in urban areas, the disregard of learning from mistakes in the past, blind religious fundamentalism, the growth of technology to the point that we cannot anticipate an apocalypse that does not concern machines, and the increasing ignorance of humans regarding the world they live in.
I can continue. Would you like me to? ¶ 9:58 PM 0 comments
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Embarrasing Repost from Xanga
Just to have it up here too.
Friday, March 11th, day before the SAT 10:25pm
God I'm tired. Finished SAT practice test after 8 hours or so of working. Kidding, probably less. I didn't just sit down and do it....don't know how it'll go tomorrow.
It's finally sinking in that I won't get to go shopping before April. That could be an issue...*sigh* I'm so tired. I lay awake for maybe an hour this morning, listening to the garbage truck rumble down the street. Julie forgot to take out the trash last night. I didn't hear the shower this morning but that's what she said she was doing rather than putting the recycling out to the curb. It was really bright this morning, and that's saying something because later it was cloudy and suddenly it was noticeable that we hadn't turned on any lights inside.
There's more than one thing I need to do. Find out about Jenny's party...I don't know, but I'm having this overwhelming feeling that I shouldn't go. Not that I wouldn't enjoy myself, it's almost like I need to feel isolated right now, like I should forbid myself to go. Abstinence...only not in the modern definition of the term now...like fasting...refraining from activities/actions that are pleasureable...
Oh god. I don't know if it's really him or if it's...no, it was his brother. An old.."friend" got online for a second. Or at least his screenname did. *Sigh* I guess I'm jumpy about that too. I need to talk to him, to write something so that I won't feel this way, like I'm (yes, I'm selfish that way) missing out on knowing and talking to this great person.
It feels like I'm pouring things out into this unfeeling and flat box online. I'm creating words out of emotions and thoughts. No one actually thinks in words. It's more like a slur; no--a more aesthetic word--a flow of undefined feelings and urgings. Words, a song, a sight, a smell or pain evokes memories that, nostalgic in nature already, lead out to abstract thought that may just be a confusing mixture of feelings.
I've never done this before. Written like this in an online journal I know someone reads. I've written things on other blogs, but when I never see comments, I assume I can say anything without any knowledge of the people I'm often speaking about. So I've deliberately steered around certain things. I guess I'm not as open as I thought I was.
~~~
I really love music, and sometimes I wonder if my life would be different if I had learned an instrument...there's an overwhelming 'yes' hanging over that question.
I wrote a bit about my response to the practice SAT essay question. I didn't answer it, of course, I wrote about how I felt about answering it. Which is pure fiction as well. My thoughts have just been bouncing around today. I want it to be summer, I don't like to be spending so much time online or inside, I wish it was warmer, I wish I was like other people who actually do things outside academics and go out with their friends. I haven't had a friend over in...three weeks at least. I haven't gone over to anyone's house in...a couple months. I don't know...if I should be worrying about that. If I should try to be a little more social. If I should stop speaking in fragments. Hmm. It reminds me of my friend. It's a characteristic of his, and an annoying one at that...so I'm not unaware of your annoyance that I do it.
I've read a few other online journals and sometimes there's an overwhelming usage of 'hims', vague and frequent to say the least. I guess I'm that way too, but people aren't very prominent in my life; I live in my head, and I've so far been in there while (supposedly) effectively living a life outside as well. Not really, I don't think. People are a mystery to me. I can't decipher motivation any more than I can read someone's expression or body language. Hell, I can't even tell voices apart half the time. It's very offputting, but probably a result of my introverted nature. I can only speculate, with immense disatisfaction, what people must think of me. I've done things that I then look back on with horror, wonder at how it was interpreted by those around me, and whether anyone is actually watching me when I'm thinking...
I didn't mean to write this much. It just kind of came out. ¶ 3:43 PM 0 comments
Friday, March 11th, day before the SAT 10:25pm
God I'm tired. Finished SAT practice test after 8 hours or so of working. Kidding, probably less. I didn't just sit down and do it....don't know how it'll go tomorrow.
It's finally sinking in that I won't get to go shopping before April. That could be an issue...*sigh* I'm so tired. I lay awake for maybe an hour this morning, listening to the garbage truck rumble down the street. Julie forgot to take out the trash last night. I didn't hear the shower this morning but that's what she said she was doing rather than putting the recycling out to the curb. It was really bright this morning, and that's saying something because later it was cloudy and suddenly it was noticeable that we hadn't turned on any lights inside.
There's more than one thing I need to do. Find out about Jenny's party...I don't know, but I'm having this overwhelming feeling that I shouldn't go. Not that I wouldn't enjoy myself, it's almost like I need to feel isolated right now, like I should forbid myself to go. Abstinence...only not in the modern definition of the term now...like fasting...refraining from activities/actions that are pleasureable...
Oh god. I don't know if it's really him or if it's...no, it was his brother. An old.."friend" got online for a second. Or at least his screenname did. *Sigh* I guess I'm jumpy about that too. I need to talk to him, to write something so that I won't feel this way, like I'm (yes, I'm selfish that way) missing out on knowing and talking to this great person.
It feels like I'm pouring things out into this unfeeling and flat box online. I'm creating words out of emotions and thoughts. No one actually thinks in words. It's more like a slur; no--a more aesthetic word--a flow of undefined feelings and urgings. Words, a song, a sight, a smell or pain evokes memories that, nostalgic in nature already, lead out to abstract thought that may just be a confusing mixture of feelings.
I've never done this before. Written like this in an online journal I know someone reads. I've written things on other blogs, but when I never see comments, I assume I can say anything without any knowledge of the people I'm often speaking about. So I've deliberately steered around certain things. I guess I'm not as open as I thought I was.
~~~
I really love music, and sometimes I wonder if my life would be different if I had learned an instrument...there's an overwhelming 'yes' hanging over that question.
I wrote a bit about my response to the practice SAT essay question. I didn't answer it, of course, I wrote about how I felt about answering it. Which is pure fiction as well. My thoughts have just been bouncing around today. I want it to be summer, I don't like to be spending so much time online or inside, I wish it was warmer, I wish I was like other people who actually do things outside academics and go out with their friends. I haven't had a friend over in...three weeks at least. I haven't gone over to anyone's house in...a couple months. I don't know...if I should be worrying about that. If I should try to be a little more social. If I should stop speaking in fragments. Hmm. It reminds me of my friend. It's a characteristic of his, and an annoying one at that...so I'm not unaware of your annoyance that I do it.
I've read a few other online journals and sometimes there's an overwhelming usage of 'hims', vague and frequent to say the least. I guess I'm that way too, but people aren't very prominent in my life; I live in my head, and I've so far been in there while (supposedly) effectively living a life outside as well. Not really, I don't think. People are a mystery to me. I can't decipher motivation any more than I can read someone's expression or body language. Hell, I can't even tell voices apart half the time. It's very offputting, but probably a result of my introverted nature. I can only speculate, with immense disatisfaction, what people must think of me. I've done things that I then look back on with horror, wonder at how it was interpreted by those around me, and whether anyone is actually watching me when I'm thinking...
I didn't mean to write this much. It just kind of came out. ¶ 3:43 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Please
Yeah I know it hurts,
Yeah I know you're scared
Walking down the road
That leads to who knows where.
Don't you hang your head
Don't you give up yet
when courage starts to disappear
I will be right here.
When your world breaks down
And the voices tell you turn around.
When your dreams give out
I will carry you,
Carry you.
When the stars go blind
And the darkness starts to flood your eyes.
When you're falling behind,
I will carry you.
Everybody cries,
Everybody bleeds,
No one ever said that life's an easy thing.
Thats the beauty of it,
when you lose your way,
close your eyes
And go to sleep
and wake up to another day.
You should know now
That you're not alone.
Take my heart
And we will find,
You will find,
Your way home.
When your dreams give out
I will carry you,
Carry you.
When the stars go blind
And the darkness starts to flood your eyes.
When you're falling behind,
I will carry you ¶ 6:31 PM 0 comments
Yeah I know you're scared
Walking down the road
That leads to who knows where.
Don't you hang your head
Don't you give up yet
when courage starts to disappear
I will be right here.
When your world breaks down
And the voices tell you turn around.
When your dreams give out
I will carry you,
Carry you.
When the stars go blind
And the darkness starts to flood your eyes.
When you're falling behind,
I will carry you.
Everybody cries,
Everybody bleeds,
No one ever said that life's an easy thing.
Thats the beauty of it,
when you lose your way,
close your eyes
And go to sleep
and wake up to another day.
You should know now
That you're not alone.
Take my heart
And we will find,
You will find,
Your way home.
When your dreams give out
I will carry you,
Carry you.
When the stars go blind
And the darkness starts to flood your eyes.
When you're falling behind,
I will carry you ¶ 6:31 PM 0 comments
It's still raining
There's no chill and yet I shiver
There's no flame and yet I burn
I'm not sure what I'm afraid of
And yet I'm trembling
There's no storm yet I hear thunder.
And I'm breathless, why I wonder?
Weak one moment,
Then the next I'm fine.
I feel as if I'm falling every time
I close my eyes
And flowing through my body
Is a river of surprise.
Feelings are awakening
I hardly recognize as mine.
What are all these new sensations?
What's the secret they reveal?
I'm not sure I understand
But I like the way I feel.
Oh, why is it that every time
I close my eyes he's there?
The water shining on his skin,
The sunlight in his hair?
And all the while I'm thinking things
That I can never share with him.
I'm a bundle of confusion
Yet it has a strange appeal.
Did it all begin with him,
And the way he makes me feel
I like the way he makes me feel... ¶ 12:19 AM 0 comments
There's no flame and yet I burn
I'm not sure what I'm afraid of
And yet I'm trembling
There's no storm yet I hear thunder.
And I'm breathless, why I wonder?
Weak one moment,
Then the next I'm fine.
I feel as if I'm falling every time
I close my eyes
And flowing through my body
Is a river of surprise.
Feelings are awakening
I hardly recognize as mine.
What are all these new sensations?
What's the secret they reveal?
I'm not sure I understand
But I like the way I feel.
Oh, why is it that every time
I close my eyes he's there?
The water shining on his skin,
The sunlight in his hair?
And all the while I'm thinking things
That I can never share with him.
I'm a bundle of confusion
Yet it has a strange appeal.
Did it all begin with him,
And the way he makes me feel
I like the way he makes me feel... ¶ 12:19 AM 0 comments
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Harry's diary entries
12/IV/96
Today was quite interesting, diary. It wasn't extra-ordinary at all. No one made an attempt on my life and nothing melodramatic happened. Well, I walked in on Seamus picking a piece of dust out of Ron's eye but that happens all the time. Ron has assured me that he is just prone to dust-related-accidents. I would sigh but you can't really put the sound of sighing into a book, can you diary? Today was so boring. Maybe I need to get more exciting friends. Like an American. Or a Japan. No, a Japanese. Wait, what do you call those short little people anyway? Oh well, it's not like my life isn't interesting. I mean, I am HARRY POTTER. I mean, how famouser could you be? I suppose you could be Hitler or something--that's what Hermione said....I think. I was a little distracted by her hot pink mini skirt. When she bent over...
*smudge smudges more smudges*
...but anyway...yeah, my life is boring except for what goes on inside my mind. But after all, I am HARRY POTTER and who else has escaped Voldemort like, five times and had so many girls after them? I ask you, diary, who? Well, Draco Malfoy has quite a following but his poncy outfit of a matador jacket and these tacky trousers disappointed at least one of his admirers today.
15/VI/96
I HATE THE DURSLEYS!!!
16/VI/96
Hid a sock in Dudley's pasta. He ate it. Am grounded. Dudley sick.
17/VI/96
*many many doodles*
Hey, that last one looks almost like a samurai warrior. I wonder if it's normal for an almost 16 year old boy to dream about being a samurai warrior. As Ron would say, yes, but if you dream about being a drag queen then no. Of course, this was two years ago, and I remember seeing Malfoy in really tight trousers and I remember thinking...
Hold it. No, not...ahh...I hate words. They can always have a nasty meaning if you have a nasty mind. Cue the Hermione lecture. Wow, I've been in captivity long enough. I'm starting to feel like Hedwig. I think I'll sing some show tunes until Vernon yells for me to shut up.
19/VI/96
Am so tired of being in same room for days.
20/VI/96
I hate everyone.
21/VI/96
Everyone and everything.
22/VI/96
Everything and everyone is stupid and no one ever understands me!
23/VI/96
Mooned a passerby this morning.
24/VI/96
Butt sore because Vernon whacked it with an American camcorders. Evidently the person outside who saw my naked backside called the police and thought it was Dudley. My ass is not FAT!
25/VI/96
Still angry about yesterday.
27/VI/96
Why the hell am I still in my room? That sock thing was over a week ago!!
28/VI/96
Looks like I'll be spending my birthday in here as well. How happy.
29/VI/96
30 hours to go until I can officially hate the world.
30/VI/96
I wish I could go outside.
31/VI/96
Make a wish, Harry. Owls been pecking at window all day but I can't open it. I think I've lost all the muscle mass in my arms for being cooped up in here for so long. What a nice way to start the new school year, like a scrawny 16 year old chicken.
I hate everything.
1/XI/96
Took train to Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione are boring this year. They just snog snog snog in front of me and, truthfully, I'm getting sick of watching the two couples.
So I went to a new compartment where this hot transfer student was. She was really hot. Really really. I think her name was Isabelle Desiree. Very hot. Also very stupid. Or ditzy. Or something. It was very refreshing after Hermione's "therefore's" and "whereas's". I don't think Isabelle even knows how to do school work. She probably just sleeps with her professors and they give her A's.
I could see her doing that.
Anyway, she was going on and Malfoy. She kept defending him in front of lesser first years. I thought she said she was related to him but when he actually came into the compartment (yes, he actually came into the compartment), she acted like she wanted to impress him. Like she had to with those looks....of hers.
¶ 8:26 PM 1 comments
Today was quite interesting, diary. It wasn't extra-ordinary at all. No one made an attempt on my life and nothing melodramatic happened. Well, I walked in on Seamus picking a piece of dust out of Ron's eye but that happens all the time. Ron has assured me that he is just prone to dust-related-accidents. I would sigh but you can't really put the sound of sighing into a book, can you diary? Today was so boring. Maybe I need to get more exciting friends. Like an American. Or a Japan. No, a Japanese. Wait, what do you call those short little people anyway? Oh well, it's not like my life isn't interesting. I mean, I am HARRY POTTER. I mean, how famouser could you be? I suppose you could be Hitler or something--that's what Hermione said....I think. I was a little distracted by her hot pink mini skirt. When she bent over...
*smudge smudges more smudges*
...but anyway...yeah, my life is boring except for what goes on inside my mind. But after all, I am HARRY POTTER and who else has escaped Voldemort like, five times and had so many girls after them? I ask you, diary, who? Well, Draco Malfoy has quite a following but his poncy outfit of a matador jacket and these tacky trousers disappointed at least one of his admirers today.
15/VI/96
I HATE THE DURSLEYS!!!
16/VI/96
Hid a sock in Dudley's pasta. He ate it. Am grounded. Dudley sick.
17/VI/96
*many many doodles*
Hey, that last one looks almost like a samurai warrior. I wonder if it's normal for an almost 16 year old boy to dream about being a samurai warrior. As Ron would say, yes, but if you dream about being a drag queen then no. Of course, this was two years ago, and I remember seeing Malfoy in really tight trousers and I remember thinking...
Hold it. No, not...ahh...I hate words. They can always have a nasty meaning if you have a nasty mind. Cue the Hermione lecture. Wow, I've been in captivity long enough. I'm starting to feel like Hedwig. I think I'll sing some show tunes until Vernon yells for me to shut up.
19/VI/96
Am so tired of being in same room for days.
20/VI/96
I hate everyone.
21/VI/96
Everyone and everything.
22/VI/96
Everything and everyone is stupid and no one ever understands me!
23/VI/96
Mooned a passerby this morning.
24/VI/96
Butt sore because Vernon whacked it with an American camcorders. Evidently the person outside who saw my naked backside called the police and thought it was Dudley. My ass is not FAT!
25/VI/96
Still angry about yesterday.
27/VI/96
Why the hell am I still in my room? That sock thing was over a week ago!!
28/VI/96
Looks like I'll be spending my birthday in here as well. How happy.
29/VI/96
30 hours to go until I can officially hate the world.
30/VI/96
I wish I could go outside.
31/VI/96
Make a wish, Harry. Owls been pecking at window all day but I can't open it. I think I've lost all the muscle mass in my arms for being cooped up in here for so long. What a nice way to start the new school year, like a scrawny 16 year old chicken.
I hate everything.
1/XI/96
Took train to Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione are boring this year. They just snog snog snog in front of me and, truthfully, I'm getting sick of watching the two couples.
So I went to a new compartment where this hot transfer student was. She was really hot. Really really. I think her name was Isabelle Desiree. Very hot. Also very stupid. Or ditzy. Or something. It was very refreshing after Hermione's "therefore's" and "whereas's". I don't think Isabelle even knows how to do school work. She probably just sleeps with her professors and they give her A's.
I could see her doing that.
Anyway, she was going on and Malfoy. She kept defending him in front of lesser first years. I thought she said she was related to him but when he actually came into the compartment (yes, he actually came into the compartment), she acted like she wanted to impress him. Like she had to with those looks....of hers.
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Saturday, January 08, 2005
El Misterio del Amor
Yo que canto de noche,
al rumor de los mares,
Yo que pido a la luna
Que me explique el misterio
De una historia de amores.
Y te siento más fuerte al caer de la tarde, siento que tus palabras
Como efímeras llamas
Van prendiendo en mi alma.
Y que en la vida mía una música suena, una nueva poesía,
Del recuerdo de tí.
Océano immenso de libertad,
Dias de fiesta que no olvidaré,
Que frío invierno si te vas un día
Hará en me vida.
Amor, deseos, melancolía.
Cuantos misterios, cuantas alegrías.
Prisionero del tiempo,
Dentro de la memoria,
Nunca había sentido el perfume infinito de una rosa al rocío.
Esta voz desde dentro,
Habla de ti y de mí,
Como un dulce tormento este sueño lejano no me deja dormirme.
Como el agua de un río.
Una música dulce,
Con la orquesta amor mío,
Cantaré para tí.
Océano inmenso encontraré,
Cuerpos celestes, tierras de Africa,
Un sol eterno que calentará
Ya para siempre.
Un vuelo abierto por la ciudad,
Al horizonte solo tú y yo,
Un mundo nuevo que buscar los dos,
Este es el misterio del amor,
Un mundo nuevo que buscar los dos,
Este es el misterio.
Spanish lyrics adapted by Ignacio Ballesteros
Andrea Bocelli; Cieli di Toscana ¶ 4:45 PM 0 comments
al rumor de los mares,
Yo que pido a la luna
Que me explique el misterio
De una historia de amores.
Y te siento más fuerte al caer de la tarde, siento que tus palabras
Como efímeras llamas
Van prendiendo en mi alma.
Y que en la vida mía una música suena, una nueva poesía,
Del recuerdo de tí.
Océano immenso de libertad,
Dias de fiesta que no olvidaré,
Que frío invierno si te vas un día
Hará en me vida.
Amor, deseos, melancolía.
Cuantos misterios, cuantas alegrías.
Prisionero del tiempo,
Dentro de la memoria,
Nunca había sentido el perfume infinito de una rosa al rocío.
Esta voz desde dentro,
Habla de ti y de mí,
Como un dulce tormento este sueño lejano no me deja dormirme.
Como el agua de un río.
Una música dulce,
Con la orquesta amor mío,
Cantaré para tí.
Océano inmenso encontraré,
Cuerpos celestes, tierras de Africa,
Un sol eterno que calentará
Ya para siempre.
Un vuelo abierto por la ciudad,
Al horizonte solo tú y yo,
Un mundo nuevo que buscar los dos,
Este es el misterio del amor,
Un mundo nuevo que buscar los dos,
Este es el misterio.
Spanish lyrics adapted by Ignacio Ballesteros
Andrea Bocelli; Cieli di Toscana ¶ 4:45 PM 0 comments
L'Ultimo Re
Vestirò il tuo tempo di ricordi se lo varrai
te solleverò con le mie mani quando cadrai
veglierò in silenzio tu sonno se dormirai
Se lo vorrai
sarò per te
l'ultimo re
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Ti ricorderò di quella stella che non murore mai
ruberò in segreto la sua luce così brillerai
ti proteggerò con la mia voce
e canterai
Un cano che
farà di me
l'ultimo re
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
qui con me
qui con me
Andrea Bocelli; Cieli di Toscana
¶ 3:35 PM 0 comments
te solleverò con le mie mani quando cadrai
veglierò in silenzio tu sonno se dormirai
Se lo vorrai
sarò per te
l'ultimo re
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Ti ricorderò di quella stella che non murore mai
ruberò in segreto la sua luce così brillerai
ti proteggerò con la mia voce
e canterai
Un cano che
farà di me
l'ultimo re
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
qui con me
qui con me
Andrea Bocelli; Cieli di Toscana
¶ 3:35 PM 0 comments
L’Abitudine
Tu, per quello che mi dai
Quell’ emozione in piú
Ad ogni tua parola
Tu, probabilmente tu
Sei stata fino a qui
Per troppo tempo sola
Fino a convincert come me
Che si puó stare da soli
Perché la solitudine
Che non sorride mai
Diventa l’abitudine
E non la scelta che tu fai
Ma ora che son qui
Il vento cambierá
E sembrerá piú facile
Il tempo che verrá
La vita puó sorprenderti
In tutto quel che fa
E dove non lo immagini
Incontri la felicitá
E sono qui con te
E non ti lasceró
Ti chiedo di fermati qui
E stare insieme a te
E stare insiame a te
Si adesso ci sei tu
Nei sogni e nelle idee
Nell’ immaginazione
Tu, che sei vicino a me (cosí vicino a te)
Che sei parte di me (cosi dentro di te)
Come una sensazione
Sei le parole la musica
Per una nuova canzone
Perché la solitudine
Non si riprenderá
La voglia di sorridere (ora no)
E la felicitá (se ci sei)
Per quello che tu sai (se lo sai)
Per quello che mi daí (anche tu)
Per um amore semplice
Ma grande piú che mai
E non é un’abitudine
Il bene che mi fai (anche tu)
É l’allegria di viverti (finché vuoi)
Di averti accanto piú che mai
E adesso siamo noi (io e te)
Ci siamo solo noi (solo noi)
Sicuri di non perderci
Di non lasciarci mai
Un’altra solitudine, non ci riprenderá
E tu non te me andrai mai
Andrea Bocelli e Helena
di Cieli Di Toscana
¶ 3:25 PM 0 comments
Quell’ emozione in piú
Ad ogni tua parola
Tu, probabilmente tu
Sei stata fino a qui
Per troppo tempo sola
Fino a convincert come me
Che si puó stare da soli
Perché la solitudine
Che non sorride mai
Diventa l’abitudine
E non la scelta che tu fai
Ma ora che son qui
Il vento cambierá
E sembrerá piú facile
Il tempo che verrá
La vita puó sorprenderti
In tutto quel che fa
E dove non lo immagini
Incontri la felicitá
E sono qui con te
E non ti lasceró
Ti chiedo di fermati qui
E stare insieme a te
E stare insiame a te
Si adesso ci sei tu
Nei sogni e nelle idee
Nell’ immaginazione
Tu, che sei vicino a me (cosí vicino a te)
Che sei parte di me (cosi dentro di te)
Come una sensazione
Sei le parole la musica
Per una nuova canzone
Perché la solitudine
Non si riprenderá
La voglia di sorridere (ora no)
E la felicitá (se ci sei)
Per quello che tu sai (se lo sai)
Per quello che mi daí (anche tu)
Per um amore semplice
Ma grande piú che mai
E non é un’abitudine
Il bene che mi fai (anche tu)
É l’allegria di viverti (finché vuoi)
Di averti accanto piú che mai
E adesso siamo noi (io e te)
Ci siamo solo noi (solo noi)
Sicuri di non perderci
Di non lasciarci mai
Un’altra solitudine, non ci riprenderá
E tu non te me andrai mai
Andrea Bocelli e Helena
di Cieli Di Toscana
¶ 3:25 PM 0 comments
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Cherish
So tired of broken hearts
And losing at this game before I start
This dance, I take a chance in telling you
I want more than just romance
You are my destiny
I can’t let go
Baby, can’t you see
Cupid, please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always havin’ you here by my side
Oh, baby, I cherish the joy
You keep bringin’ it into my life,
I’m always singin’ it
Cherish your strength
You got the power to make me feel good
And baby, I perishthe thought
Of ever leavin’,
I never would
I was never satisfied
With casual encounters,
I can’t hide
My need for two hearts that bleed
With burnin’ love,
That’s the way it’s got to be
Romeo and Juliet
They never felt this way,
I bet
So don’t underestimate
My point of view
Cherish the thought
Of always havin’ you here by my side
Oh, baby, I cherish the joy
You keep bringin’ it into my life,
I’m always singin’ it
Cherish your strength
You got the power to make me feel good
And baby, I perish the thought
Of ever leavin’,
I never would
Cherish your strength
Madonna, The Immaculate Collection ¶ 9:59 PM 0 comments
And losing at this game before I start
This dance, I take a chance in telling you
I want more than just romance
You are my destiny
I can’t let go
Baby, can’t you see
Cupid, please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always havin’ you here by my side
Oh, baby, I cherish the joy
You keep bringin’ it into my life,
I’m always singin’ it
Cherish your strength
You got the power to make me feel good
And baby, I perishthe thought
Of ever leavin’,
I never would
I was never satisfied
With casual encounters,
I can’t hide
My need for two hearts that bleed
With burnin’ love,
That’s the way it’s got to be
Romeo and Juliet
They never felt this way,
I bet
So don’t underestimate
My point of view
Cherish the thought
Of always havin’ you here by my side
Oh, baby, I cherish the joy
You keep bringin’ it into my life,
I’m always singin’ it
Cherish your strength
You got the power to make me feel good
And baby, I perish the thought
Of ever leavin’,
I never would
Cherish your strength
Madonna, The Immaculate Collection ¶ 9:59 PM 0 comments
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Into the West
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling,
You have come to journey's end.
Sleep now,
And dream of the ones who came before.
They are calling
From across the distant shore.
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away,
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping.
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.
Dawn will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass.
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time.
Don't say,
"We have come now to the end."
White shores are calling
you and I will meet again.
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping.
What can can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea a pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west.
¶ 12:00 PM 0 comments
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling,
You have come to journey's end.
Sleep now,
And dream of the ones who came before.
They are calling
From across the distant shore.
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away,
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping.
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.
Dawn will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass.
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time.
Don't say,
"We have come now to the end."
White shores are calling
you and I will meet again.
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping.
What can can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea a pale moon rises --
The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west.
¶ 12:00 PM 0 comments
