currently im avoiding writing up a Media essay and an english commentary. the most scandalous thing that has occured all week is that i realised in our unit outline they wrote 'A historical debate'...tsk...okay no i dont kare...
im gonna go do my homework now...
okay so that didnt work...and i changed my setting...and i put puppy out the front and gave her a treat ball which she rolls around with her nose ^^ now to the media essay...
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
my clock is ticking backwards
Currently not so engaged in writing history essay. i need more sources.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
...because i never post pics.
These were just from a while ago on rainy day outside my window. i quite liked it. now i can delete it from my computer. saves space.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Life begins again
so i didnt get a transfer. i guess thats a good place to start. but i have a few subjects that i'm really quite interested in. which is new. i'm attempting to scratch the surface of pitman shorthand developed in 1830's. well...by pitman. Not for any reason ...i suppose it will be as useful as memorising the elements of the body in tenth grade...you know...i still have them infront of me on my desk; 65% oxygen, 15% carbon..et cetera. that eccentricity was sparked by none other than FMA. ^^
Lately i've been learning to read. read books. books. and stuff for uni. uni. since i started this year i've read 4 different translations of Genesis1-7. Every time i read it. it becomes more fantastical, more a myth or some cancelled fantasy-genre show than when i heard it as a kid. the history part...methusela begat whoever and lived for 969 years then died...is so painful i couldnt believe it. but i read the Silmarillion last semester so i can see the stem of generational history idea...pretty cool.
i've been watching more fantasy/sci-fi shows over the holidays; sanctuary, warehouse13, little of Dr. Who more of its spin-off torchwood, i still have five episodes of andromeda...but i dont know if i'll finish it. anyway torchwood took a kinda existentialist view of the afterlife...i dislike that idea completely. how can we live our lives believing that we stop existing? i have to say i like the idea of an afterlife...we could have a whole new journey way better than this one!!!^^
Lately i've been learning to read. read books. books. and stuff for uni. uni. since i started this year i've read 4 different translations of Genesis1-7. Every time i read it. it becomes more fantastical, more a myth or some cancelled fantasy-genre show than when i heard it as a kid. the history part...methusela begat whoever and lived for 969 years then died...is so painful i couldnt believe it. but i read the Silmarillion last semester so i can see the stem of generational history idea...pretty cool.
i've been watching more fantasy/sci-fi shows over the holidays; sanctuary, warehouse13, little of Dr. Who more of its spin-off torchwood, i still have five episodes of andromeda...but i dont know if i'll finish it. anyway torchwood took a kinda existentialist view of the afterlife...i dislike that idea completely. how can we live our lives believing that we stop existing? i have to say i like the idea of an afterlife...we could have a whole new journey way better than this one!!!^^
Monday, June 7, 2010
beatles atm. here's my eng. poem
To like this man was of the hardest task
His shunnéd softness held like iron fast.
Suspicion at the sight of amblers looms
Squalid, failing, inner voices he grooms.
For the habit of faeries was the ‘tweens
And selecting sad characters it seems.
Their frenzy rushed to the threshold with joy
As they noticed the wicked, wedgéd boy.
Too many words coursed from this sad being
None for faeries advertently squishing.
As they pokéd and prodded this poor lump
They jimmied then sought their queen in triumph.
Deftly stepped the furtive glancing Fae Queen
Allured her this mound, sobbing, shaking scene.
His tiny eyes for an instant transgressed
Across the queen on his eyeballs impressed.
The disgusting villain she desiréd
With unquenched filth to her arrivéd.
She falls in awe encircling the reproved
’waiting revelation which she accrued.
This fool-man more than an object sought
His old nature displaced by giving court.
Thwarted choices arose a deaf’ning call
Neither acknowledged nor bothered at all.
Blooming in his heart, budding in his hand
The rose-man reveres, worships, barely stands.
The toy arose a good man in conscience
The queen reacts with little pleasance.
Alive with confidence the queen resides
As for other lives, all must meet demise.
Cruel words of others she does mediate
In her own none come to deliberate.
His noble voice prevailed, white on the tongue
Only sweet words, fine words, kind words were sung.
Honest and vigorous the man became
The queen ailed to her chambers and to lame.
Banality of that man, the sad queen
Desired away from the congruent keen.
Well-good the man was, traverse he breadth
Sought by a bee, and by eye-sting his death.
His shunnéd softness held like iron fast.
Suspicion at the sight of amblers looms
Squalid, failing, inner voices he grooms.
For the habit of faeries was the ‘tweens
And selecting sad characters it seems.
Their frenzy rushed to the threshold with joy
As they noticed the wicked, wedgéd boy.
Too many words coursed from this sad being
None for faeries advertently squishing.
As they pokéd and prodded this poor lump
They jimmied then sought their queen in triumph.
Deftly stepped the furtive glancing Fae Queen
Allured her this mound, sobbing, shaking scene.
His tiny eyes for an instant transgressed
Across the queen on his eyeballs impressed.
The disgusting villain she desiréd
With unquenched filth to her arrivéd.
She falls in awe encircling the reproved
’waiting revelation which she accrued.
This fool-man more than an object sought
His old nature displaced by giving court.
Thwarted choices arose a deaf’ning call
Neither acknowledged nor bothered at all.
Blooming in his heart, budding in his hand
The rose-man reveres, worships, barely stands.
The toy arose a good man in conscience
The queen reacts with little pleasance.
Alive with confidence the queen resides
As for other lives, all must meet demise.
Cruel words of others she does mediate
In her own none come to deliberate.
His noble voice prevailed, white on the tongue
Only sweet words, fine words, kind words were sung.
Honest and vigorous the man became
The queen ailed to her chambers and to lame.
Banality of that man, the sad queen
Desired away from the congruent keen.
Well-good the man was, traverse he breadth
Sought by a bee, and by eye-sting his death.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Sinking...
damnit...i wont get to transfer this semester...my life is on hold again. This waiting time is really killing me.
My puppy likes cake ^^
My puppy likes cake ^^
Monday, May 31, 2010
Faery, Fairy, Fae!!
Tell me i cant use this line in my english exam:
"Seemingly resplendent dresséd anew
His thoughts may've wandered to things not in view"
the words just came into my head...and i 'lol-ed' so i couldnt scrap it entirely. Now i put it here and remove it from my 35% weighted english exam ^^
forty lines; im doing it in heroic couplets; iambic pentameter; i find it amusing; ^^
i've finished the history exam. now for english. then theology. then philosophy. ^^
"Seemingly resplendent dresséd anew
His thoughts may've wandered to things not in view"
the words just came into my head...and i 'lol-ed' so i couldnt scrap it entirely. Now i put it here and remove it from my 35% weighted english exam ^^
forty lines; im doing it in heroic couplets; iambic pentameter; i find it amusing; ^^
i've finished the history exam. now for english. then theology. then philosophy. ^^
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