Thoughts:

Watched the 2nd Lord of the Rings movie the other day, and it reminded me of how upset I was that Aragon chose Arwen over Eowen. I mean, all Arwen did the whole series was wallow, and lanqiush, and bask in tradgic beauty. Also, elvish isn't real practical. She might be able to say, "Your path is laid at your feet" or "The sun shines on our hour of meeting" and mystical crap like that, but is there any elvish way to say, "We're out of milk, can you go to the grocery?" Not that Eowen would be shopping for anyone's groceries, but if you asked her to, she might know what you were talking about.

Now that I'm back in school, I'm starting have those days where you get to the end of the day, and you just blank out. Like- you know you zoned out for a good six hours of the day, and now you can't remember what the hell just happened.

I'm doing a project on Margret Bourke-White. I'm really excited about it too, because her photos are incredible- some are subtle shows of humanity, and some just slap you in the face, and make it so you can't look away.

Victor Smith has one hell of a life story.
http://www.olypen.com/rfoss/pioneerobitg.html#goodwinclara

Websites I love:

For looking up ancient epic poetry, theatre, teachings, religous text, and songs, translated in English:
http://www.sacred-texts.com/index.htm

Great places for teen writings to submit work:
http://www.davidbarrkirtley.com/teenwriter/Markets.html

Hysterial summeries of books:
http://www.rinkworks.com/bookaminute/
And fun made at b-grade movies:
http://www.rinkworks.com/badmovie/

Music blogs with pretty pretty music:
http://tofuhut.blogspot.com/2005/05/even-when-you-dont-find-music-here-you.html

Theme songs from the trippy 80s kid's show The Great Space Coaster- where .hack/ and Cowboy Bebop's vocalist Emily Bindiger got her start:
http://www.thegreatspacecoaster.com/sound/mp1.htm
"Get on board, step inside, soarin' on a magic ride,
Roarin' towards the other side where only rainbows hide!"

Lovliest webcomic I know:
http://remanmyth.felaxx.com/

Advice and articles for writers:
http://www.fictionfactor.com/articles.html

Sweetness:
http://www.apsylus.com/

Fanfiction, sometimes good and sometimes not so good, gives a weird sort insight into other people's daydreams, the things we wish were real.
Like, the Mary-Sue: being able to enter a situation, and know more than everyone else, and fix everything just by your presence.
Or the fantasty were pain can be magically transferred from on person to another just by holding them, and falling in love.
Or where two people meet, and their souls combine, and they suddenly understand each other perfectly.
Or where your angst is an especially pround and world-shattering angst.
Most people dream of these things, or we wouldn't see the same types of stories over and over again. It's interesting.

You can read a couple of my fanfictions, here:
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/539424/

I'm very happy they're bring Naruto to cartoon network- it's been a long time since there was anything classic on.
I've fallen in love with this song, called "Red Dress" even though I've only heard it once. I keep turning on the radio, hoping it'll get played. These are the lyrics, but you have to hear it to get how awesome and athem-y it is.

You've gotta love this place.
Here conformity is king.
They'll wipe that smile right off your face.
Give you a list of songs,
you're allowed to sing.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la.

Now you can say what's on your mind,
as long as it's on their minds, too.
'Cause it isn't in their hearts to find
a little room for some other point of view.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la.

And anytime I think that I might drown
in all this standard-issue gray,
when I'm feeling small and pushed-around,
I close the door and draw the shades.
I put on my red dress.
I put on my red dress...
can't take my red dress away.

I learned to grit my teeth and smile.
Let 'em think they boxed me in.
Inside I'm still the problem child that I always was,
so I guess I win.
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na.

And any time I think that I might drown
in all this standard-issue gray,
when I'm feeling small and pushed-around,
I close the door and draw the shades.
I put on my red dress.
I put on my red dress...
can't take my red dress away.

Some of y'all have been there- the fakey-fakeness of a relationship that's really over, but both sides are trying to hang on.


Nobody sees anyone in this town
There’s just silence in our eyes
So don’t say you’ll see me around
When what your really mean is goodbye

I ask what’s happened since you’ve gone
Nothing much is all that you reply
I tell you nothing’s been going on
What we really mean is goodbye

I will let it go
And give up this resistance
I already know
The truth about the distance

I promised that we wouldn’t change
But we both know that’s a lie
Inside of empty greetings exchanged
Is a final and freeing goodbye

So will let it go
And give up this resistance
I already know
The truth about the distance

The truth about the distance is there’s nothing left to fight for
So I’ve got to keep moving on
The truth about the distance is that the connection is gone

So will let it go

On shyness, which I have a lot of around boys:

Bathroom window to the sky
Walking down the halls and I don’t know why
Past the lockers and tabletops
I’m gonna walk until someone tells me to stop

I’m trying to learn how to speak
And building up my hope for another week
So I won’t collapse before second class
Or the moment you look at me

Little window in my heart
Wanna break free, don’t know how to start
Someday I’ll be brave enough
I’ll tell you the reasons why I’m not giving up

Forget the tears, I’m gonna smile
I’m trying not to care
Maybe I am in denial
At least I’m not in despair

I’m gonna to learn how to speak
And build up my hope for another week
So I won’t collapse before second class
Or the moment you look at me