I am a female college student who writes poetry and lyrics. I love music, the internet, my friends, kittens, and not being blown up by the North Koreans.
That was the most generic crap I could come up with. Carry on.
Music
Everything from classical to soul.
Movies
The Lion King, The Wrath of Khan, The Dark Knight, Constantine, Victor/Victoria, Secondhand Lions, disney, romantic comedy
Television
Star Trek, Whose Line is it Anyway?, Dharma & Greg, Friends, House, Night Court, M*A*S*H, The Drew Carey Show, Full House, Boy Meets World, Get Smart, Will & Grace, I Love Lucy, Green Acres, Happy Days
Books
"I may not be much, Mr. Finch, but I'm still sheriff of Maycomb County and Bob Ewell fell on his knife. Good night, sir."
Heroes
Greg: "I don't want to feel sad."
Dharma: "Well nobody does. That's why there's drugs, alcohol, war, divorce, catalogs, plastic surgery, and pudding."
Greg: "Pudding?"
Dharma: "Try to cry when you're eating pudding, I dare you."
We want so much to offer. To be able to hold out, trembling and uncertainly smiling, the final fruits of our consummated labors.
But where is the continuity of action? The singleness of purpose, the drive of inspiration? The cold and final bell of the funeral service resounds night and day in our heads. The impossibility of being confronts us each day in the silent mirror.
So we learn to avert our eyes. Conditioned like laboratory dogs, the interminable repeat cycle of bell and steak and light in the eyes blinds us not with tears, no joy or savage frustration, no absurd and breaking laughter, but humdrum, timber-dry familiarity. A twitch at the corner of his mouth during the keynote speech at the fancy dinner party, and lassitude plants its sighing and impotent flag of victory. All hail, King Mediocrity.
Bastards. You've taken even the language of revolt from us. The dead words fall empty and vague from our mouths. We are so used to seeing the villain inside we no longer give chase, and he has forgotten to worry a sudden struggle might ruin his sleek black suit. A jailer who needs neither walls nor keys.
We reach inside our hearts for gifts to offer and, finding only cob-webbed shadows and old, unused furniture, we shape the emptiness into pleasing rings of illusion, diamonds of would-be, rubies of faded and reluctant lust. We twist, we writhe, we bring them out--our shriveled hearts, an offering for the metal desk altar of Art. Praised be the god of our failures. Hey. We tried.
Postmodern ingenuity abounds and we cannot save ourselves from nightfall. The earth turns its back on the sun and we blame His Golden Majesty for setting; even now.
Behold the dark face of the city. The burnt offering.
(To whom? And why? But wait...?)
Sacrifice accepted.
"Behold the turtle. He only makes progress when he sticks his neck out."
HEY!!!! You need to color up your page girl! Damn finals are going to get the best of me... Just thought I'd leave you a comment. Cuz I can and your page wouldn't be as good w/o one from me. :D love ya!
yes, i'm still in moscow. and yes, university is so different from school, either russian school or american high school. but i wish i could come there someday to see it and to see people there)) and i miss you all! and of course i rerember tennis and these awards =) by the way, have you played tennis anymore? because i haven't =)
yes, it's important to live a life that is never boring. or you just get lost in a big crowd. oh, cool! India? I want to go there someday... (is not so far away) :)))))) and yes, China! And Japan...
actually, management is really fun. what i like most is marketing things... well, i din't know, it's just never boring)) How did you do it? I mean, did you plan to go there before and did some special things to go there or it was just spontaneously? ))
Well, I major in management. And what are you studying by the way? So do you like Italy? Well, hope everything will be great that last week and you have a good way home! (and you catch up with your university back there).
Oh no yet, I'm not planning to come then soon... (but it's a good thing to think about...)... have got to earn some money to buy a ticket... and maybe somedy)) Maybe you have any plans to go to see Russia? :)
hi! I am soo glad to hear from you! Yeah, haven't talked in ages and ages, you're right. Well, I', doing ok here... in Moscow... in a university... Still the same)) (and yeah, alive) :) And how are you? I heard you are in Italy?
Want..Can't...Money...too...little of it...can't...survive...must..have..green...PAPER!!!
Or: I don't think I'll have the money. I have to save, and start applying at KU and for scholarships and stuff, that way I can get away from this hellhole. Might I stress the literalism of the 'hell' portion?
