Koumpounophobia
Means fear of buttons. And Neil Gaiman’s trying to give it to me.
That’s a movie I really, really want to see. Loved the book, though it did make me scared of closed doors for a good week. It’ll do that to a seven-year-old.
~DreamingOfNothing
Rather pretty, for a blood-sucking flora, don’t you think?
Have I recommended this before? It’s Marauder-fic and it’s fabulous. Reminds me of Shoebox, actually, though it’s been ages since I’ve read Shoebox. And it’s James/Remus, which usually squicks me out, but I just love the fic such that it works, I suppose. And it’s not really porn or anything. Not really. Not comparatively, really. I am going to stick a Mature Sticker on it, though, so if you’re young and impressionable and innocent, now you know. The Mature’s mostly for language, but yanno. Still.
But it’s great. It has wonderfully realistic dialogue, and also has the lines:
“That’s a daisy with tentacles, Sirius.”“Bloody pessimist.”
Which for some reason, I find the funniest thing ever. But yanno. S’good.
And that is today’s missive. And then we’re off. And in case you’re wondering? HTIWB,E,A has taken a very odd turn in a series of fever dreams and I don’t think aliens and serial killers are going to shoehorn well into the plot. I think I’ll stick with the RVs, though.
~DreamingOfNothing
i am my own worst enemy
Know what I hate?
I hate screwing shit up. Yes.
*drinks caffeinated tea. that’s my elation and medication, apparently. that and watching modern family. which isn’t as good as arrested development, no matter what the critics say.*
~DreamingOfNothing
Memeage
Like your second meme better, BA. Less work. More music.
1. Should’ve Said No – Taylor Swift. Favorite Line: “Was it worth it? Was she worth this?” [It's not one of my favorite songs. It's not incredibly creative or poetic, really, but I like this line because it adds depth. It makes it almost like not such a lame break-up song.]
2. Still Waiting – Sum 41. Favorite Line: “So am I still waiting for this world to stop hating?” [Also not my favorite. I'm not really a Sum 41 person.]
3. You Found Me – The Fray. Favorite Line: “I’ve been calling for years and years and years and years and you’ve never left me no messages, never send me no letters, you’ve got some kind of nerve.” [I really love this song, and this part is the best. Of it all.]
4. High Tide – Cara Dillon. Favorite Line: “Memories of home are still haunting my days – I’ll wait for your reply.” [My favorite part of this song is actually the instrumentals on either side of this line. But the line's beautiful as well.]
5. I’m With You – Avril Lavigne. Favorite Line: “It’s a damn cold night.” [I just love the energy behind it. I love this whole song, really, but it's the energy there that gets me.]
6. What Have You Done – Within Temptation. Favorite Line: “Would you mind if I killed you? Would you mind if I tried to?” [Yeah, it's a bit weird. But it really works with the dynamic and I love it.]
7. Ordinary Day – Vanessa Carlton. Favorite Line: “Touch the stars for time will not flee.” [Okay, so I'm a giant squishy peach. So what?]
8. Smokescreen – Flying Blind. Favorite Line: “I do everything I can to be a law-abiding kind of energy, yet stimulating all the while .” [S'not bad, I suppose. Not really my style.]
9. Thinking Over – Dana Glover. Favorite Line: “There are two roads to walk down and one road to choose, so I’m thinking over the things that you’ve said.”
10. Hot – Avril Lavigne. Favorite Line: Um… I like this song, but not for the lyrics. They’re pretty cliched and lame. The chords, though? Those work for my non-musical brain. And so does the ambiance.
11. Savin’ Me – Nickelback. Favorite Line: “Heaven’s gates won’t open up for me – with these broken wings I’m fallin’.” [I dunno. Just like the wings image, I guess. I like the whole verse, to be honest. Like the whole song. I'm in the camp that thinks it's a love song, really, but that's me.]
12. Fashion Victim – Green Day. Favorite Line: “Going once… Going twice… It’s gone.” [Vintage Green Day is not my fave, but this is clever. I'll give them this verse.]
13. You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison – My Chemical Romance. Favorite Line: “I’m like a bullet through a flock of doves,” or “Well, I don’t remember, why remember you?“
14. Move Along – All American Rejects. Favorite Line: “Another day and you’ve had your fill of sinking with the lifebelt in your hands.” [This is aside from the opening line, "Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking," because that is also fabulous.]
15. Tuesday Morning – Michelle Branch. Favorite Line: “And if you turned around to see me and I was gone, should have looked outside your window, ’cause the sun was coming up.” [It's the bridge. I always fall for the bridge. It's the most emotionally charged part of the song.]
16. Ironic – Alanis Morissette. Favorite Line: “It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife, it’s meeding the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife.” [I also love how this song isn't actually ironic. I suppose that's the irony.]
17. Always Getting Over You – Angela Ammons. Favorite Line: “Hit by a brick the other day, just when I thought that I’m okay,” or “So don’t call and say you’re coming back for me – It don’t mean nothing.” [Those are the parts I always end up singing to myself.]
18. Just Wanna Live – Good Charlotte. Favorite Line: “I rock a law suit when I’m going to court, a white suit when I’m getting divorced, a black suit at the funeral home, and my birthday suit when I’m home alone.” [It's a good song. Even with the fake soprano voices or whatever the hell they're doing.]
19. I’m Not Dead – Pink. Favorite Line: “You can do the math a thousand ways but you can’t erase the facts.” [That's one of my favorite lines in music period, so I'm glad shuffle found it.]
20. Fear – Pauley Perrette. Favorite Line: “Are you scared of the dark? Are you afraid they’ll break your heart?” [BEST SONG EVER. EVER. FOR REALZ.]
yeah i’m lazy and tired so i’m only doing 20. oh well.
~DreamingOfNothing
No More Birthdays
(Yes, I know I just posted like a minute ago, but this is on such a different tack that I started a new post. You’ll see.)
Something happened today. There’s a kid in a neighborhood near mine, literally just thirteen, and most of my friends know him and know his family. I’ve never met him personally, though.
He has cancer, and I really need to quit using the present tense because he died this morning. It was a big deal – the nearby high school closed, and my friends and teachers were really upset. For the purposes of this post, I’m going to call him Tim.
*warning: this is one of dreaming’s worrisome rambles about being heartless. just so’s you know, so you can leave if you’re sick of her whining.*
I’m upset – I mean, he’s a kid, and it’s always terrible when a kid dies. He’s been sick for a long time, too, and I remember when my friend came in and said that we had to pray for him, because he’d been diagnosed. But my family doesn’t know him personally, and I just…
You know how I felt? I thought I’d feel like I had when we thought my cousin had cancer, or when my friend’s grandfather died, but all that happened was that Vanessa Carlton’s Annie started playing a loop in my brain. And I thought about those commercials when they talk about how their company fights cancer and makes more birthdays for kids. I’ve felt more sad when Jani gets readmitted to UCLA, and she’s not dead. I am honestly more upset about Liz being dead than Tim, and as wonderful as Matt and Maddy are, I feel terrible about it. I don’t know Jani personally either and I don’t know why I’m able to cry when The Book Thief’s Rudy dies and not when a real kid does.
I don’t know if it’s just that I connect to fictional people about as much as I do to real people, because that is a problem I have. I’ll actually refer to fictional characters as ’someone I know’ before remembering that they’re not real. It – it bothers me, because these aren’t people. They’re ideas someone thought up. People should be more important than ideas, right?
It’s just me worrying about not being sensitive enough, I guess. Watching too much television. Reading too much. Not interacting with real people enough. But I’ve spent today telling people, “Baruch Dayan Emes,” which is what you say when someone dies (it’s Hebrew. Means ‘God is the fair judge,’ which I guess is supposed to be reassuring), and I just feel like I should feel something.
*a moment later* Oh, crap. I spoke too quickly. I searched him, to see if there was a news article or something, because I really wanted to know what kind of cancer he had and didn’t have the heart to ask anyone. But it’s more than that. They’ve got a blog. Damn, damn, damn.
I can’t. I can’t. The last post is from this morning and how his mom hopes that he’ll get over this valley in his treatment and I know he won’t.
And now that I see him, I recognize him. I didn’t – didn’t know it was him, though.
And now I want to cry because I’m sad now, after reading his mom talk about him and seeing him. And it’s not any stronger of an experience than I could get from any blog, like Jani father’s or Matt’s. And I also want to cry because it isn’t fair.
Damn. They posted about his funeral literally a minute ago. Damn it all.
I’m just having some very weird and confused emotions right now, and so I’ll leave it at that. The post kinda doesn’t have a point anymore.
Baruch Dayan Emes. Or at least he’d better be. Still don’t see how it’s reassuring.
~DreamingOfNothing
one word
I’d been looking to help me with my writing? Something to help me redirect and be fresh, and not take an exorbitant amount of time?
one word is my savior. The instructions on the site are pretty much self-explanatory.
I’m not going to post my tidbit, partially because part of the awesomeness of one word is that it makes you think off the top of your head to write your piece, but it’s interesting. I want to know what’s happening to these people, and I’ve only got five sentences of them.
I’m surprised that I wrote in first person, though, because I nevah do. I always write in third person, really, except for this weird thing I was doing last summer… I don’t even know what that was, though I’m pretty sure I blogged about it. This blog is such a part of my life that it freaks me out.
But yeah. Just thought I’d throw this awesome website out there, particularly on the eve of NaNoWriMo.
On a side note: I saw the 21 Guns vid, and Gloria looks just like I imagined her to look. Christian, not so much, but Gloria is spot on.
~DreamingOfNothing
Ooh! Shiny! Lookit!
Like I’m doing anything interesting. You wish.
I’m researching and writing the rough draft of my persuasive essay (which, since I’m writing it, is turning out to be more like a senior thesis) and I can’t stop from being distracted. I just looked through my history for the Wiki article on the Sudbury Model and – no way I read 27 PhD comics! No way! I just wanted to see one, because it was the new one and I’d been working so hard for two and a half hours, right?
(Let’s ignore that my history also says that I ran all over Wikibooks and Owl Purdue’s MLA Formatting Guide and Wiki’s article on Fictional Blind Characters. Let’s ignore that)
Hey, if I have ADD, at least I’ve been getting distracted by useful knowledge that doesn’t have to do with Reid’s sweatervests, right? Even if I have 60% of this essay due tomorrow morning and I only have an hour before I have to go to dance. What did God invent nights for, anyway, if not for us to stay up for all of them?
~DreamingOfNothing
A Kid’ll Eat Ivy Too, Wouldn’t You
After calling a character in a planned short story ‘Kiddo’ for almost a year, I decided to find a name that meant ‘goat’ for him and came up with Yael. *giggle* I don’t think it’ll work, but it was a good try.
Unfortunately he can’t be a girl. And Israeli. Because I love inside jokes with myself.
~DreamingOfNothing
BELLA WOZ HERE
See what I miss when I skip random writer’s blog posts? Particularly ones of Sarah Rees Brennan, who’s one of my favorite authors at the moment. The Demon’s Lexicon was amazing. (though since she’s making a trilogy, I want a book from Alan. I don’t care what she said at the signing. I WANT.)
Anyway. Harry Potter 6 (Mildly Innappropriate) Mockery can proceed. (Apparently Sweater Vests of Woe [and general angst] transcend the fandom barrier).
~DreamingOfNothing
this ain’t a song for the broken-hearted
New favorite Glee song. After Don’t Stop Believing. Sorry, girls, I totally thought they were better than you.
(You know me. A week behind the whole rest of the world).
