Thursday, July 31, 2008

EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, if you're a fan of the Twilight Series, you probably know why I'm excited---BREAKING DAWN COMES OUT TOMMORROW NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! SQUEE!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

One of my Favorite Poems....

I just though today was a good day to post this, since I've had to do research on Changelings (Fairy children, switched for human children) in Scandinavia.
Enjoy!
The Stolen Child
W.B. Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid out faery vats,
Full of berries
And the reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters of the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.


Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.


Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.

Friday, July 25, 2008

If anyone is annoyed with High School Musical...

...and loves making fun of it, they should watch THIS video.
*Note: there's a little bit of language and slight gore at the end, and Zac Effron is mocked mercilessly, so if you like him...I wouldn't recommend it to you.

Quote of the Day

From Trouble by Gary D. Schmidt

"'Get away,' he said again. 'Black dog, get away.'
...
First, Black Dog had a home and a name.
Second, the telephone rang. It was the hospital."

I'm currently reading Trouble (which I will post a review of sometime soon) and Tales from the Secret Annex which is some of Anne Frank's essays and stories. I picked it up from the Anne Frank Museum.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Art Therapy

What does it mean to you?

Right now I'm in a terrible process--frantically deciding what I should major in for college. I understand that for the next two years (because of Gen Ed requirements) I won't really need to know what my major(s) is (or are). But I want to know. I don't want to be one of those people aimlessly wandering around campus (figuratively)who don't really know what they're going to do. The University that I am going to is one of the few in Texas with a Creative Writing major and minor. I chose it for this reason (among others). So I know I want to do something with that. But I've also wondered about being an art therapist--a psychotherapist who helps troubled, traumatized, or mentally ill patients express their emotions through images, word-pictures, and other artistic ways. But the thing is--I know my writing will suffer.
It's most likely draining and involved work--and I'd barely make my fifteen minutes a day!

Whoah! This is possibly the most serious post I've written--but I needed to get it out!
Now I don't feel the to bang my head up against the wall and mutter *angst* *angst* *angst*.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Summer Senses Tag

Rules: List the things you love about summer for each of the five senses and tag five people at the end. Simple!

Taste: the nutmeg-sweet taste of spikooke (spice cake--and I'm sure I'm not spelling it right!) in Amsterdam, glorious cream puffs in the French countryside, bitter dark chocolate with tart raspberry jam, fresh warm bread anywhere in Europe (but especially in France), and excellent queso and homemade tortillas here at home

Touch: the burning Texas sun pouring down on my skin at 10 in the morning; my fingers poised lightly, tentatively on the keys of my laptop before working on my novel, the fire-hot touch of my steering wheel of my car having been at the campus parking lot for an hour or more while I'm in class

Sight: the Belgian countryside--with red bricked roofs of distant villages nestled in the lush forestry miles off of the highway; rows and rows of spinning windmills in The Hague, the Notre Dame, all the colors of spray-in haircolor at Sally Hansen's while me and my friend decide whether to color our hair blue, green, pink, or purple (I went with pink--next time I'll go with purple).


Smell: the fruity smell of a mango bubbletea on Chinastreet in Amsterdam, the smell of fresh-baked bread in France, the fresh, sweet smell of strawberries

Auditory: hearing swear words in Dutch, Flemmish, and French (occasionally even in Spanish!), hearing all the Brit and Australian accents from the many tourists in Amsterdam, hearing Coldplay's awesome new CD, hearing the click-click of my keys as I type

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Quote of the Day

"The Bagginses had lived in the neighborhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and people considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected....This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and he found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected."

~ From The Hobbit

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Happy Independance Day!

Okay, so I know I'm a day late--but I still thought I'd post that.
Anyway--I'm currently rereading a childhood favorite of mine: The Hobbit.
Isn't it strange that a book I enjoyed at eleven is still enjoyable to me today, when I'm nineteen? (It's the same thing with Ella Enchanted.) Strange and wonderful.
I've heard rumors of The Hobbit becoming a movie and directed by Peter Jackson (as with LOTR). Has anyone heard anything else on that front?
Sorry for such a short post!
~Sookie