Baby's first video~! I'm really excited and really nervous, so please drop me a comment, even if it's just to say you watch it. (This video was done and ready a few weeks ago, but then life happened, and uploading this video didn't.) Thanks to my two betas, such_heights and theanonsisters, for all their help, and for putting up with my very detailed questions about their opinions.

Song: "Red Dust" by Iron & Wine
Source: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe
Summary: Edmund, Peter, and the war.
Download: sendspace; .avi, 20mb
Streaming: BAM

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So I was sick. That was fun. It lasted for about ten days, during which I whined and sneezed and took naps and went to bed early. I pretty much only ate soup, saltine crackers, and cough drops. And now it is pretty much gone, but I am still kind of out of it, and my fifth box of tissues (!!!) is still sitting right by my desk in case I need it.


Libby gets back home on Wednesday. I can not wait, I need her opinion on lots of things, including videos and job/internship applications. No one is around when I need them!

In other news, can we discuss my adoration of this song? The first time I heard it I almost cried I was so happy. I think Noah and the Whale has just become my new favorite band. And I've only known about them for a week! Record time? They are just so perfectly in tune with my brain. It is ridiculous.

Shit son, there is trouble in Iran. The presidential elections were on Friday, which I saw bits of coverage of on the news at work, until finally late in the day there was a report on both sides claiming victory. Which has since lead to the news that Ahmadinejad has "officially" won, but with a margin so wide that there have been strong and apparently substantiated accusations that he rigged the election. The "official" results that have since been leaked, though are obviously unconfirmed, have him losing, with less than 30% of the vote. This has caused an explosion of protests, turning violent as the riot police are brought in. There have been numerous injuries from guns being fired into crowds of protesters, and at least one death. The demonstrations are on a scale that is mind blowning. It is being compared to the Islamic Revolution. It has now been going on for over three days. Updates can be found here.

Today: Classes today were a breeze. Handed in my Semantics homework on time (hooray!), though I am somewhat concerned about getting tomorrow's essay done on time. I'm sorry, I really am, but I just can not find Standing Bear interesting. Everything in Early American Lit is horribly boring, but I am holding out hope because I know we're ending with Mark Twain, and I fucking love me some Mark Twain. After classes I ran to the grocery store, because I should have gone last weekend but didn't, and because I can not live off of Cheerio's and peanuts alone. They had cheap grapes and cheap carrots, so I am very excited about that. Also bought more hot chocolate, because you can never have too much hot chocolate, and also a ton of applesauce. Other exciting buys: strawberry yogurt, cheese, rice, chocolate chip cookies. My life is fascinating.

Music: As the title of this entry may suggest, Blossom Dearie is amazing. And not just this song! Her whole CD is fucking amazing, god I love me some jazz. I listened to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club during my shopping trip today, and I have to say, the more I listen, the more I love. And finally, I bought a CD of Yiruma's piano music, and I am blown away. I already have the sheet music for "River flows in your". (LOL, bad translation much?) Oh, and I heard some of Vienna Teng's new CD. She is wonderful, as always.


In other news, I found the most hilarious campaign ad ever, and posted it over at ontd_political. I'm almost halfway through my US Foreign Policy history book, but the thing that I am hating about this semester is how I don't have any time to read outside of class. Which means that I still read things that don't relate to my classes, I just end up skipping some of my class reading. Bleh. I have at least restrained myself from my fun, light reading, which I hope to save for the summer.

Friday: West Wing Marathon with Jenna. THANK YOU LORD.

Also this weekend: Shopping! Hopefully. I need new shoes. Specifically, summer shoes; I refuse to wear my 5+-year-old flip-flops anymore, no mater how cute they used to be. I really love these, but everything at Urban is so damned expensive. Speaking of Urban, I got my sister an adorable bag for her birthday, and I know my parents got her some shoes. Yay, 16! :) The other shoes I am looking for are some kind of boots. I currently have winter boots that used to be my moms, and even though the insides are a wreck I'm not going to replace them yet. But my other pair of boots, my "nice" boots, are actually the first pair of shoes I ever bought for myself, and that was when I was 13. I've never been able to replace them, because for some reason all the boots I find are incredibly fugly, but I'm going to try to, because I really have to get rid of the ones I have right now. (O how thrifty am I.)

Oh, and I also need new shampoo/conditioner.


PS - Today I am looking adorable. ;) Striped turtleneck, gold peacock earrings, hair pulled back with a clip.

So, fanfiction. 'S been a while, how are you? Moving on, I like this piece. Short, but I find it effective.

The Ocean and The Moon
( They are old. )

I have triumphed! It is my day of jubilee! In other words, I am done with classes for this semester! WIN!


All I have left is to take my three finals next week, on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and I will be completely done with this semester. And let me just say, good riddance. I have had some incredibly boring and yet oldly illogical courses, with professors who are everything but invested in my future. To be fair, I did have one ludicrously awesome class, so I'm sad that that's over. But next semester! A shining beacon of hope! My last semester! It's still kind of strange. I swing between being ridiculously happy and excited to graduate, and being terrified and wanting to never graduate. The world! Terrifying. I'm also incredibly excited about the potential of going to law school. At the very least, next year I will have time to look into it. Book! I love books.

Today really, really need to do laundry. Tomorrow I will go Christmas shopping for Caitlin, birthday shopping for my friends, and potentiality book/earring shopping for myself. Because after this semester, damnit, I deserve it!



Also, I want to go home so that Caitlin and I can play games all day. I am so excited for winter break. Family! Friends! Good parties! Cookies!

...Seriously though. This has been a weird semester.

So things are a little crazy. Good, excellent, sometimes fantastic, but crazy.

I have insane amounts of reading to do, but I've been doing really well keeping up (though British Lit II is going to be the death of my soul), I've been eating well (except for the ice cream incident last night), I've been working out, having fun, hanging out with people, wearing amazing clothes... It's been a really good start to the semester. Also, my suite mate Kat has gotten me addicted to Scrabble, and in turn I've made her read Harry Potter. She just came and swapped the first book for the second one tonight, which is fantastic.


Tomorrow is the Stars concert, and on Sunday I'm going to NYC for the Wizard Rock festival. I'm pretty psyched for that to happen, yeah. A little nervous, but really excited.

PS - I DO NOT LIKE INFORMAL ASSIGNMENTS. JUST MAKE ME WRITE SOMETHING FORMAL DAMNIT AAHHH WHY IS THIS SO MUCH HARDER THAN NORMAL PAPER WRITING?

PPS - I wrote a skit today. It was called "The Death of Bob Billy Bird". Only not really, because I just made that title up. I suck at titles. BED NOW THE END.

I can not relate to my own generation.
The skirts are too short,
the parties too often,
but more than that I can not pretend
that I like to be called a bitch
or a slut.

Maybe instead
it is that I can not relate to anyone
who is young,
no mater the generation,
no one who is older than nine
or younger than twenty-seven.

I will spend my time
forcing it down,
this culture,
like the stale cereal
that is the last thing left in the cupboard.

There are people older
so much older than I am,
and yet they seem at ease with this
the dim lights, the scent of alcohol and pot;

And I wonder how they can be
old and still so cool and why I can not
when I have the advantage
of not really being old.

(Except on the inside,
where I have always been a cranky old woman,
yelling at the squirrels on her lawn
and laughing at bawdy jokes.)

Eisley - Marsh King's Daughter
Stealing to your window, again
Now I say "We could fall in love"
Sighing in exasperation,
"No." you say again "This simply is not love"
God, is there a happier song in existence? I wonder. Lovely trills in the chorus which are damn hard to sing and a beautiful, upbeat melody. I just keep going back and listening to this song, over and over again, because it never stops being awesome.

Rufus Wainwright - Little Sister
Little sister come and sit beside me, beside me
And we'll play a tune on this old piano, forte
Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while
'Til your hair becomes a powdered wig
And I become a total bastard
Feet that hardly reach the pedal
Sewn to a tremendous shadow
Ave, ave, history is on my side
Alright, so my love and adoration for Rufus Wainwright has increased exponentially since I saw him in concert. The man is a damn fine musician, and his songs are just overflowing with gorgeous melodies. The strings at the beginning of this piece, for example. And don't even get me started on the amazing lyrics. Fantastic song.

The Hush Sound - Pretty Down To Your Bones
You are pretty down to your bones
You are ivory and wire and pearls
I will kiss and kiss and kiss your skin
[...]
I never wanted anyone else
Don't want anyone else but you
You are the neck
Of the bottle I'm living in
Such a great song. It evolves into this beautiful, "get-up-and-dance" song. It's the baby of this post, since I only started listening to it yesterday.

The Ark - This Piece of Poetry is Meant to Do Harm
You've been talking sweet to me
about peace and loving harmony
But I know what you say about me
So now I tell you cause I gotta break free
I am so back-and-forth about this band. On one hand, they have fantastic lyrics and catchy melodies. On the other hand, I don't like the way they fill out the instruments. It's got weird electronic sounds when it should have bad ass guitar, and when there should be clapping there isn't, and it's just... Off. But I adore everything I hear from them anyway, so whatever.

Rilo Kiley - Breakin' Up
Just like a king
Revenge is the saddest thing
Honey, I’m afraid to say
You deserve everything
So much love goes out to this awesome song, which has a fantastic opening. I spent a lot of time this summer listening to it.

Jason Mraz - If It Kills Me
Cause you and I
Why, we go carrying on for hours, on and
We get along much better
Than you and your boyfriend
Jason Mraz is one of those artists I swear I don't like, only then I listen to something he writes and fall madly in love with it. But I'm kind of ashamed, so it becomes this secret love affair. But I can't help it. I adore this man.

Katie Herzig - Sweeter Than This
Life is boxes in back of our car
Driving around with the dreams in a jar
And it's all right here
[...]
You read your book, baby I'll float away
Taking a nap on your lap in the shade
I could hold your hand all day
So I wanted to put the lyrics to the whole song here, because I love this song. A lot. It reminds me of summer, because it's the sort of song you listen to when you're lying in a field of flowers. Fantastic. Always, always makes me happy.

Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

Go watch NOW. Oh my god between this and Avatar and the Pride Parade, Saturday is going to be so fucking awesome. XD