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Half-CockedRandom Brutal Sex Dreamer (RBSD) Fiery. Hungry. Blatant. Sexual. Christ. You are Half-Cocked. There's a lot of wild lust inside you, banging around, that much is obvious. There's also a lot of untamed emotion. When either escapes, look out. One minute you're completely together, the next you're a howling gale of hormones and opinions. Outside relationships, your intense, mercurial personality makes you a charmer. You can be fiercely devoted, and it's likely that many of your friends will be friends-for-life. Of course, your enemies are likewise certain and zealous, especially your exes and their therapists. You will find the right person. In the short term, he's someone virile who won't sweat your imperfections. In the long term, he will be someone mature and caring who will grow to love them. Your exact female opposite: The Maid of Honor  Deliberate Gentle Love Master Always avoid: The Slow Dancer (DGLD) Consider: The Playboy (RGSM), The Billy Goat (DBSD) |
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"But in my arms she was always Lolita..."
30 January 2008 @ 02:33 pm
The best part of this is that it's true...
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12 December 2007 @ 01:45 am
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
It's a great song...everyone should check it out. It's by the great Joan Baez.
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
It's a great song...everyone should check it out. It's by the great Joan Baez.
11 December 2007 @ 10:16 pm
So this portfolio review would have to be my fav because I didn't have to take part in it! It's really funny though because I think that the work as a whole was by far better this semester and I think that is because half of my class is gone... like on internship or abroad...Oh well!
Here are some photos from tonight!
Here are some photos from tonight!
30 November 2007 @ 04:17 pm
So it is almost time for my dads weight loss bet with me to end. We started it on July 5th and it ends Christmas Day...where I have to step on the scales in front of everyone. I have lost 25 pounds and 3 inches in my waist....which seems like nothing! I don't know why it is so hard for me to lose weight!! My dad has lost less then 10 pounds but he hasn't even been trying...pretty much all he did was quit drinking sodas! Freaking annoying! I know whats going to happen. He is going to give it one good month of really trying to diet and he is going to beat me! I can't lose! I don't have the money to pay him! And I know he is going to buy me new clothes if I win and I want the clothes and the money! I must win! So starting yesterday I am only eating fat free pretzels and drinking water! I don't care I have to freaking starve and take fluid pills everyday until Christmas....I am going to win! People in my family have started telling my dad how pretty I am getting now that I losing some weight....
30 November 2007 @ 01:02 am
optimistic27 November 2007 @ 10:58 am
One of the girls at my school that I know posted this on facebook and I really loved it so I am posting it here.
" What do I want? What do I really want you to do?
I will tell you.
I want you not to believe anything you have grown up to believe. That the theater is a petty, clever, slick, cheap place. I want you to put an end to this sterile idea. I want you to realize that the life of the theater can be larger and more vital than anything you have ever known. I want you to realize that you have been misled by watching the starved, warped output of the Broadway theater, until you have taken it for granted that the theater is something less than the terrible, wonderful, flaming thing it is.
I want you to know that your life in the theater can be full, can be rich, can be drunken with beauty and power; and that elation can be your daily life, your daily bread.
I want you to get a sense of responsibility towards the theater. I want you to move out of the shallows into the deep current.
I want you to acknowledge the fundamental mystery of the theater.
I want you to learn that observation is not a substitute for insight; that ingenuity is not a substitute for imagination; that cleverness is not a substitute for culture.
I want you to realize that we are beginning to see that America and Americans are not in the least like what we thought they were. And I want you to create in the theater out of this new awareness of ourselves and our country.
I want you to realize how deficient we are in a sense of reality, and how we try to compensate for this deficiency in all sorts of dazzling and futile ways.
I want you to learn how the reactions of an audience differ from the reactions of every audience member.
I want to repeat that.
I want you to learn how the reactions of an audience differ from the reactions of every individual in the audience.
I want you to know that audiences have capacities for feeling that no dramatist has ever touched. I want you to learn the height of perception - the contagious excitement - out of which all great work for the theater is created.
I want you to learn to see life dynamically - to see it in motion, to see it in action. I want you to learn to respond to the livingness that is on each floating instant of time. To become aware, and always more aware, of that livingness until at last you can know what Plato calls, "the madness of those possessed by the Muses."
More than anything else, I want you to be true to your dreams of theater. Now at your time of life, is when you acquire them. Never go back on them. Never!
Be true to your dreams. Be true to your love.
Be true to your love. "
- Robert Edmond Jones
I will tell you.
I want you not to believe anything you have grown up to believe. That the theater is a petty, clever, slick, cheap place. I want you to put an end to this sterile idea. I want you to realize that the life of the theater can be larger and more vital than anything you have ever known. I want you to realize that you have been misled by watching the starved, warped output of the Broadway theater, until you have taken it for granted that the theater is something less than the terrible, wonderful, flaming thing it is.
I want you to know that your life in the theater can be full, can be rich, can be drunken with beauty and power; and that elation can be your daily life, your daily bread.
I want you to get a sense of responsibility towards the theater. I want you to move out of the shallows into the deep current.
I want you to acknowledge the fundamental mystery of the theater.
I want you to learn that observation is not a substitute for insight; that ingenuity is not a substitute for imagination; that cleverness is not a substitute for culture.
I want you to realize that we are beginning to see that America and Americans are not in the least like what we thought they were. And I want you to create in the theater out of this new awareness of ourselves and our country.
I want you to realize how deficient we are in a sense of reality, and how we try to compensate for this deficiency in all sorts of dazzling and futile ways.
I want you to learn how the reactions of an audience differ from the reactions of every audience member.
I want to repeat that.
I want you to learn how the reactions of an audience differ from the reactions of every individual in the audience.
I want you to know that audiences have capacities for feeling that no dramatist has ever touched. I want you to learn the height of perception - the contagious excitement - out of which all great work for the theater is created.
I want you to learn to see life dynamically - to see it in motion, to see it in action. I want you to learn to respond to the livingness that is on each floating instant of time. To become aware, and always more aware, of that livingness until at last you can know what Plato calls, "the madness of those possessed by the Muses."
More than anything else, I want you to be true to your dreams of theater. Now at your time of life, is when you acquire them. Never go back on them. Never!
Be true to your dreams. Be true to your love.
Be true to your love. "
- Robert Edmond Jones
Current Location: my apt.
Current Mood: 
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lazy24 November 2007 @ 09:19 pm
I love doing lists. Lists of my favorite things. To Do Lists. Pretty much any kind of list. Lately I have been trying to figure out what my favorite things are. People may ask you for instance...what's your favorite movie, song, book,etc. I always had a stock answer then recently I realized I don't even really know what my favorite things are. I like too many movies, I like too many books. Which are my absolute favorite? So I have been writing lists trying to come up with my favorite things. As I was doing this I started wondering what these lists said about me. If you were to write your favorite things down and then someone else was to read it...would that give them any inclination as to who you are as a person? I really don't know. I am really thinking about this way too much! Anyways here is what I have so far.
Books
Peyton Place
Charlotte's Web
Valley Of The Dolls
The Secret Life Of Bee's
A Brave New World
Anthem
The Giver
The Pact
Lolita
The Lovely Bones
To Kill A Mockingbird
Movies
Peyton Place
Imitation of Life
Valley Of The Dolls
Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolfe
Sunset Blvd
Pillow Talk
Losing Chase
Steel Magnolias
The Poseidon Adventure
Funny Girl
All About Eve
Harold and Maude
Singers
Dolly Parton
Ray Charles
Elton John
Bette Midler
Reba Mcentire
Queen
Cat Stevens
Janis Joplin
Billy Joel
Bob Dylan
Songs
Night and Day - Ray Charles
Where Do The Children Play - Cat Stevens
Piano Man - Billy Joel
Levon - Elton John
Maybe - Janis Joplin
Fancy - Reba Mcentire
Do I Ever Cross Your Mind - Dolly Parton
Diamonds and Rust - Joan Baez
You Can't Take That Away From Me- Fred Astaire
In My Life - Bette Midler
This Is A Man's World - James Brown
Vienna - Billy Joel
Artist- Jackson Pollack
Actress - Helen Mirren
Ginger Rogers
Actor- Robert Redford
Jack Lemmon
Books
Peyton Place
Charlotte's Web
Valley Of The Dolls
The Secret Life Of Bee's
A Brave New World
Anthem
The Giver
The Pact
Lolita
The Lovely Bones
To Kill A Mockingbird
Movies
Peyton Place
Imitation of Life
Valley Of The Dolls
Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolfe
Sunset Blvd
Pillow Talk
Losing Chase
Steel Magnolias
The Poseidon Adventure
Funny Girl
All About Eve
Harold and Maude
Singers
Dolly Parton
Ray Charles
Elton John
Bette Midler
Reba Mcentire
Queen
Cat Stevens
Janis Joplin
Billy Joel
Bob Dylan
Songs
Night and Day - Ray Charles
Where Do The Children Play - Cat Stevens
Piano Man - Billy Joel
Levon - Elton John
Maybe - Janis Joplin
Fancy - Reba Mcentire
Do I Ever Cross Your Mind - Dolly Parton
Diamonds and Rust - Joan Baez
You Can't Take That Away From Me- Fred Astaire
In My Life - Bette Midler
This Is A Man's World - James Brown
Vienna - Billy Joel
Artist- Jackson Pollack
Actress - Helen Mirren
Ginger Rogers
Actor- Robert Redford
Jack Lemmon
Current Location: Home For The Holidays
Current Mood: 
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