Well, a love song
for no one, in the romantic sense, yes. But it's also a love song to everyone, to everything.
My ode to experience, to joy, to misery..to the world. This, then, is my paean to life, my own
canto alla vita.
eeeee. a little bit in love, right here.
posted by elisheva on 1:44:00 PM
Sunday, April 25, 2004
Aiyeeeeeeeee! Punzie should have kept this thing running. *thwacks head*
posted by elisheva on 1:18:00 PM
Friday, January 23, 2004
There are some books or movies that always push me to go back to writing more, to focus more on my stories and words and so on. I sometimes think, "Oh, I should spent more time on this one" or, "I should go back to that one" or "I have something good there, why did I forget it?" And then I forget again and I get caught up in daily life, and I put aside my notebooks for another time, and wait for inspiration to strike. Or something. I just watched Finding Forrester - great movie, that - and I think, I am not one hundred percent sure, but I think that I am going to have to start sitting down and writing. Just writing, no matter what. Because I'd forgotten how happy it makes me feel, how easily I get whirled up again in it, how much I really truly love language and words and writing and pounding away at keyboards or scribbling in handwriting which gradually goes from round, clear letters to completely illegible scrawls. Sometimes it takes even me a little while to puzzle out what exactly I wrote down. And when all of a sudden I get an idea, or I remember that feeling, I start again. And I will grab a piece of paper and start writing things down, in the middle of class, in the middle of a book, in the middle of a movie.
I write too much for other people, I think. I write a lot for school, and I like what I write, usally. I don't hand in something just to please the teacher, unless it's really a Flowers for Algernon type case. And I write a little here, but not usually anything very creative or requiring much thought or talent. But it's not enough. I have to start writing more for myself, I have to start going back to my notebooks, picking up the loose threads I carelessly dropped, and be on way. Because when I write, there;s nothing else that matters. Not if I'll be going out tonight, or how long I'll be able to stay on the computer. In that moment, there's nothing more important than finding the right word and rushing madly poundingly crazily following the path; whatw will I write next? That's the question I ask myself. I don't write in an organized way. I don't make plot outlines, maybe I should, maybe that would make my writing better. Maybe I'll start, someday when I sit down and think about it. But basically - all this is to say...I really do want to write. I have since second grade, when I wrote my first book. Wasn't much of one, it was more of a 'Chapter 1'..but they improved as I got older.
Well. Stopping because people want the computer, darn them. Whoops. Lemme click Post before I get embarrassed.
posted by elisheva on 10:34:00 PM
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
looking through my playlist I think Ive said this before - but I still love Always, by U2. Great song.
And another song bouncing around my head, surprisingly enough since I generally dislike the radio fare (mix 96, bah humbug) - I like parts of Miss Independent, by Kelly Clarkson.
Miss independent
Miss self-sufficient
Miss keep your distance, mmmm
Miss unafraid
Miss out of my way
Miss don't let a man interfere, no
Miss on her own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne
So, by keeping her heart protected
She'll never, ever feel rejected
Little miss apprehensive...
Also enjoying The General, by Dispatch, and Barely Breathing, by Duncan Sheik - Kitt and May were so excited about the concert that I gave in and dled this song. I tried to get others but DC++ is anal and obnoxious and the people think they're too cool. Bah! I'm a little wary of starting with Kazaa Lite cause Kazaa seems to be the one the RIAA, damn them, is really going after. *sniff* for Napster.
Matchbox Twenty (Unwell), Train, Goo Goo Dolls...always good. Im following in Kitt's alt rock footsteps. :P
Heh, my brother's been playing that song. (By Frank Sinatra, they play it in Catch Me If You Can. Great movie, even though I haven't been a Leo fan since age 12. Ok, 13. )
I've been feeling for the past week or so like...I'm not doing enough this summer. I'm in the mood to go somewhere...do something...visit somewhere..I don't know. I just feel a little restless. This too shall pass.
I got another piece of fan mail today - Brochure and app from Penn State. Very pretty. Very expensive. *cries* I don't want to go to Concordia. Id rather go to McGill. (err, only people in montreal will prolly get this. apologies.)
posted by elisheva on 11:45:00 PM
You represent... naivete.
So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy at times, but it's only because you're not sure how to act. You give off that "I need to be protected vibe." Remember that not all people are good. Being too trusting will get you easily hurt.
Maybe true. But blah, need to be protected? *wrinkles nose at the world*
posted by elisheva on 8:02:00 PM
Sunday, July 13, 2003
Oops. Sorry if I worried anyone (or someone;)) I think I was just feeling cranky and out of sorts the past two days. I believe what I need is a pretty movie. (or a movie with pretty people.) off to rent Johnny Depp movies! Any recommendations?
And: Dear Double Chocolate Chip Cookies of Which I Ate Three or Possibly Four Yesterday: Yum. I love you like Devi loves the Hair (of the Face shoot).
posted by elisheva on 11:30:00 AM
Friday, July 11, 2003
I love the Delete button. It's my friend - I just wrote something and I realized it was stupid and senseless and grey and rather depressing. So I deleted it.
Kitt, your letter will be sent off next week. promise.
posted by elisheva on 3:30:00 PM
Friday, July 04, 2003
Clay Aiken scares the kazoots out of me.
posted by elisheva on 5:58:00 PM
Check it out. Punzie, mater familias. Im like the batty old gramma in My Big Fat Greek Wedding.
posted by elisheva on 3:45:00 PM
Heeeheeeeheeee. take THAT, evil slashers.
Billy and Dom on being presented with a slashy fan art:
Heeee. (Thanks to *Kimbles* -not to be confused with Kim my LLT- for showing me the images.)
posted by elisheva on 3:40:00 PM
Thursday, July 03, 2003
So. Today was quite the schlep. (<-----yiddishism for jen. because she doesn't hear many. poor deprived child.) After waiting quite the while for my bus (which comes only twice an hour; damn you 162 bus line...) I finally arrived at my Latin class. Then I hung around a little waiting for it to start, reading Song of Roland for school next year. This led me to have a conversation with a teacher walking th other way, who spotted the book and started talking to me about it. (It's very violent, btw. Lots of hacking and hewing and the bravest knight on life. Also awfully racist, but then it was written 1000 years ago. One line goes He would be good knight if he were a Christian. To which Punzie cheerfully replies: Your mom!) Anyways, he seemed rather surprised that I was going to summer school so I explained it was for Latin. heh.
Right. Sooo I had the class. Then I was supposed to go all the way down to Berri-Uqam station to get a Reduced Fare Access Card, so that I can buy a monthly bus pass for $27 instead of upwarsd of $40 (all funds in canadian money, of course.) To get there, my mom told me to take the 162 further down....however the 162 did not arrive, so after one bus passed three times I got on it and hoped for the best.
I arrived at metro Vendome, and as I was about to walk in, a pretty blond girl stopped me. She told me she was promoting a new spa by offering ten random people 4 visits at 85% off. She's talking to me about this, explaining, bla bla bla et cetera et cetera....all sounds very nice. Then..."You have to pay me now upfront." Hrrrrrrm. First of all, I do not have $45 spare. Even supposing I can trust this person. Which I don't think I could. Booooooo. Why can't people be nice? *nono* Don't get my hopes up people.
And you know what? The orange line on the metro is realllllllly long. I sat there a long time.
Am reminded me today that Orlando's dad was Jewish. Hence there is hope his mommy was too. Which would bring Lando a lot closer to "nice jewish boy"ness. But then I'd have to be all like "No you can't marry him, I wanna marry him." So that's a downside. (Right now I just wanna be his best friend and stare at him a lot, and be really happy when an Arrow marries him, like Amaria or someone cool. Or someone. Just not me.)
I just realized that I share my brother's love for sandwiches, even if I don't put quite as much thought into them as he does. Sandwiches are the only food that have me take big bites (I eat really slowly) and my cheeks pouf out like cute little chipmunk cheeks. And they're great with leftover. Today I was hungry but I wanted to talk to Pav, so I made a sandwich out of cinnamon sauce chicken* and brought it down to eat while typing. Only I started eating and then my hands were messy and I couldn't exactly type, only hit the down button with my elbow. So I devoted myself to eating instead, and let my cheeks pouf happily. (Seriosuly, I'm weird about food. I love it and I talk about food a lot, but I eat in small portions and I eat realllly slooooowwwwllllyyyyyyyy. People need to understand this.)
I'm starting to get really excited for PotC. Some of these pictures are just thunking me. Orlando Kedavra. Wham. GhostPunzie. Let me tell you though, that Casper bloke is not the sharpest tool in the shed if you know what I mean.
* cinnamon sauce chicken = one of my two favorite kinds of chicken. Once we had leftovers of both my favorite kinds on one day and it was horrible and wonderful. I ended up just eating both. Yay Fooood! Anyways, it's chicken with raisins and onions and cinnamon (duh) and it's brilliant. My sandwich consisted of: bread, chicken strips, onion/raisin/cinnamon sauce, bread. And the raisins popped out when I put pressure on one part of the sandwich. But enough rambling, it makes me sound stupid. (Hopefully stupid yet endearing. *puppy face*)
Anyways, to more serious stuff**, I started Latin classes today. First of all I didn't know which room it was in so I wandered around the building (a big old high school with like...round staircases. and big classrooms. big. it makes my school like ghetto like my school makes becca's school look ghetto.). ANYWAYS, I also started asking people who directed me to ask other people and finally I found out room 219. Ok. Room 219. No prob. Second floor, up big maroony staircases (past what I think was a statue of Mary. First big hint this school is christian, yep yep.) Unfortunately for me, 219 is wayyyyy away at the end, past twists and turns and every other classroom on the floor. But I found it. Yay! It was cool, very informal, bilingual.
I'm actually not the youngest person there which is cool. There's a guy who's a little younger than me who goes to the school where the classes are being held; they actually give Latin classes as an option so he knows a bit. Most others are uni students, mostly english but some french. One studying law, one needs Latin for his PhD, one is doing classics and ancient history. There's like 8 or 9 people, in total. (Only wacky thing is that there's a crucifix over the blackboard, which kinda unnerved me. Yooooo.)
**not talking about coughcarcough cause we're all pretending nothing like that happened or will happen again. Definitely will not happen again. But Im taking more lessons. So y'all are safe. (I like the word y'all.) (I'm feeling verbose tonight, didja notice?)
posted by elisheva on 10:02:00 PM
The week so far kinda sucked, so we're all going to forget it happened, right? Right. Perfect. Redo.
Anyways, I start Latin lessons today. Wish me luck!
posted by elisheva on 10:22:00 AM
