Oh no, love, you're not alone!
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair
You've got your head all tangled up, but if I could only make you care!
Oh no, love, you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share; I'll help you with the pain
YOU'RE NOT ALONE
Just turn on with me...and you're not alone
Let's turn on and be -
(Wonderful) Gimme your hands, because you're wonderful
My grandfather passed away this weekend.
I'm not posting this as a plea for pity or condolences or anything; I'm not moping or crying. I've already cried; I'm not clinging to the past now. This is something that has been coming for a very long time; he's been in extremely poor health for years and been especially bad these past nine months, in and out of the hospital constantly. Grandpa had the strength of an ox, and he fought it off for a very long while, but it was just his time. He's n
...And I just went through the Comedies forum with a flamethrower. Every single topic on the front page has been scoured. It felt good, hahah.
But seriously, hey there, brothers and sisters of BZPower! It's good to see you all again. How've you been?
Five things that happened to me this weekend: :3 x3 >:B <3 <3 <3 Car crash ._. I'll elaborate more later (I'm too busy right now--have to go), but I just wanted to leave a note here saying 1. Give Nikira hugs, everyone, because she hasn't been feeling too well and 2. The word has apparently already started spreading, so to friends of mine who might be concerned: Yes, I was in a car accident, but I'm okay. I'll talk at you all soon!
And gweeee Nikira <3 <3 <3
A beautiful woman appeared to me via IM or telephone or something (both, I think) and told me to update my blog. I told her I didn't really have anything interesting to say. She told me that I am silly and maintained that I needed to update my blog. So I am doing so.
Maybe I will make a more substantial update later?
Don't tell anyone but I'm writing ths update from the house (and computer) of the beautiful girl I mentioned in the last entry.
Oh oh she's coming back okay guys see you later :3
This is what I did in Shakespeare class today. I also took five pages of relevant notes, but this was more fun.
Ben Johnson: Shakespeare you should write a city comedy!
Shakespeare: Johnson, please, I am so much better than that
Marcellus: Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
Horatio: Yeah, I ran out of deodorant
Hamlet: Oh hey look a ghost
Panel one
Shakespeare, to his wife: So when I die I'm going to leave you my second-favourite bed
Panel two
(awkward pause)
Pane
I am writing a paper that I have entitled "The Great Oreo Cookies of Drama."
(I'm considering further specifying it by retitling it "The Great Oreo Cookies of Renaissance Drama," but what you will)
That is awesome.
Re-posting and again dedicating to a certain someone here!
A Night at the Opera by that perennial pinnacle of pure awesomeness, Queen, is perhaps my favourite album of all time--it is at very least in my top five. From the exuberantly amazing British-music-hall romp of "Seaside Rendezvous" to the breathtaking and cathartic "Bohemian Rhapsody"; from the scathing "Death on Two Legs" to the the ethereal folk/skiffle of "'39," the album is exemplary, shifting mood and genre with every track yet
Kame is wonderful! For many reasons, but specifically this moment because he has ended a years-long quest of mine.
I may have previously mentioned my intense love of the English band The Kinks. They were a criminally underrated group of fantastic musicians and were far more influential than they're often given credit for--and due to their fade from the public eye, their albums are often very, very difficult to find these days. This is an incredible shame.
I've scoured and groped over th
As I noted in the previous entry, Kame is great and wonderful. Here is another reason why:
I mailed a package today and there is a package the recipient of my package mailed to me sitting on my shelf here. I am not allowed to open it until Saturday. What could it be ??
Twelfth Night is the greatest play ever and our production of it is going to be the greatest production ever.
Word is we're doing a musical next semester. Rad!
I own this:
It is impossible to be unhappy while
"A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid. Love's night is noon."
-Olivia, Twelfth Night, Act III, Scene i, Lines 138-9
This makes me laugh aloud. Robbox at least will understand why, hahah.
William Shakespeare, the man from Stratford, wrote the plays attributed to him.
Even just by dates alone, neither Oxford, Bacon, Marlowe, or Elizabeth could have penned them--not to mention the indisputable stylistic differences, the implausible logistics, and the contemporary accounts of authorship.
William Shakespeare wrote his plays. That's just the way it is, guys; sorry to disappoint.
Life is very wonderful.
I believe I shall summon enough presumptuous courage to assert that I am happier now than I have been in my entire life. I do not refer to simply events and things–specific and tangible reasons to account for a happiness “high,” but rather my state of being. “Happiness” may be a less proper word to use than “joy.”
What accounts for this is no single thing, but instead numerous ones. I do not feel torn philosophically anymore; I have senses of assurance in things.
