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because I'm fickle.

But I've actually used this layout before and if you can recognize it, then congratulations! You've been following me for about 3 years now! omg I've had this journal for more than 3 years HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL??

HOLY EPIC MOVIE, BATMAN! IF THE AVENGERS DOESN'T WIN AT LEAST ONE OSCAR THIS YEAR I WILL HAVE WORDS WITH PEOPLE. WORDS, I TELL YOU. POSSIBLY INVOLVING HULK FISTS.

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tl;dr I have a lot of feelings about the Avengers and everything is wonderful

Yes, I just wrote my final exam for third year today...yesterday (oh timezones). I AM EXCITE.

In other news, WELCOME, NEW FRIENDS FROM avengers_land AND avl_sidekick!! I'll try to update my LJ as much as possible but honestly, you're more likely to find me on my Tumblr on any given day. (In case anyone missed it, it's super--boy!) Anyway, LET'S KICK SOME ASS.

In other, other news, I saw fun. on the 25th!! You know how there are some artists who sound great in recordings but shitty in live shows (ahem, Our Lady Peace)? Fun. was possibly better live--that's not an exaggeration. Agfkgjsdfkashdf, they were so adorable I just wanted to hug them and marry Nate's voice. I started listening to them about a year ago and people would look at me weird whenever I mentioned them so I was surprised when they suddenly became famous (thanks, Glee!). NGL, I felt a mix of elitism and pride when I realized this because I'm horrible when it comes to music trends and this was the first time I found a band before the general populace did. Like, easily half the people at the concert were high school students who only heard their Some Nights album but not Aim and Ignite. I got a kick out of singing along to their earlier songs while watching the younger fans flounder about. Even so, there was a sense of camaraderie at the concert that I never felt before (then again, I'm an inexperienced concert-goer; I've only seen Michael Buble, Switchfoot, Braids, and Pendulum) that added to an overall amazing experience. tl;dr Annabelle has feelings about fun.

Anyway, how's everyone doing? :)

Day 8

This poem has a special place in my heart because the first time I encountered it was in Diana Wynne's Howl's Moving Castle.

GO and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
            And find
            What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
            And swear,
            No where
Lives a woman true and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
            Yet she
            Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.

- "Song" by John Donne

Day 7

O Merlin in your crystal cave
Deep in the diamond of the day,
Will there ever be a singer
Whose music will smooth away
The furrow drawn by Adam's finger
Across the meadow and the wave?
Or a runner who'll outrun
Man's long shadow driving on,
Burst through the gates of history,
And hang the apple on the tree?
Will your sorcery ever show
The sleeping bride shut in her bower,
The day wreathed in its mound of snow,
And Time locked in his tower?

- "Merlin" by Edwin Muir

Day 6

Late Day 6 but oh well.

I felt a funeral in my brain,
    And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
    That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,
    A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
    My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,
    And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
    Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
    And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
    Wrecked, solitary, here.

- "I Felt a Funeral in my Brain" by Emily Dickinson

Day 5

Whoops, missed day 5. Oh well, here's my way of making up for it. I'll post day 6 later.

Edit: I found this while browsing my Renaissance Poetry anthology and decided this would be my personal Wincest poem.

My Love is of a birth as rare
As ‘tis for object strange and high:
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble Hope could ne’er have flown
But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixed
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrranic power depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant Poles have placed
(Though Love’s whole world on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embraced,

Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramped into a planisphere.

As lines (so loves) oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet:
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the Love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.

- "The Definition of Love" by Andrew Marvell

Day 4

A sentence uttered makes a world appear
Where all things happen as it says they do;
We doubt the speaker, not the tongue we hear:
Words have no word for words that are not true.

Syntactically, though, it must be clear;
One cannot change the subject halfway through,
Nor alter tenses to appease the ear:
Arcadian tales are hard-luck stories too.

But should we want to gossip all the time
Were fact not fiction for us at its best,
Or find a charm in syllables that rhyme,

Were not our fate by verbal chance expressed,
As rustics in a ring-dance pantomime
The Knight at some lone crossroads of his quest?

- "Words" by W.H. Auden

Day 3

Eh, I'm sure it's still April 3rd somewhere in the world.

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore,

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.

- "The Garden of Love" by William Blake

Whoops...

... I just realized April is National Poetry Month ahahahahaaaa. I've been meaning to get involved by posting a poem every day but obviously forgot to do so. Oh well, here are 2 poems to make up for yesterday and the day before that. I'll post another one tonight.


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Hey guys, did you know that the first two episodes of Legend of Korra were amazing?

Well, now you know so you can get thee to a link (and it's legal this time!).
DEAR SUPERNATURAL,

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?

AND THE EPISODE WAS GOING SO WELL, TOO.

LIKE, IT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY ENJOYABLE

UP UNTIL THE LAST 5 MINUTES.

HOW. HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THAT???



I refuse to be done with this show. I've made it this far and I'm not turning back until it's over (like it should've been 2 FUCKING SEASONS AGO).

But holy crap, is it ever tempting.

Updates

* I turned 21 on Tuesday! Yay! I'm officially an adult and am of legal age pretty much everywhere. That's a terrifying thought. Spent my birthday playing Pokemon Crystal at home and didn't do any work at all, like a boss.

* Went back to Toronto on Friday to see Potted Potter with my friends. It's a two-man show that summarizes all 7 Harry Potter books into 70 minutes. Yeah, I was kind of skeptical about that, too. The beginning was kind of slow but it got a lot funnier around the second half so I definitely recommend everyone to see it if they have the chance.

* I finally joined the dark side (translation: I has an iPhone). My mom and I had to renew our phone plans and since my old Nokia was a piece of crap, we decided to get iPhones. NGL, the main reason I wanted it was my old iPod (first generation nano, in case anyone was wondering) was finally crapping out and I thought I might as well kill two birds with one stone. So far, I really like it.

* The search for summer internships continues. Ughhhhhh, I hate writing cover letters.
Borrowed from measuringlife so I can procrastinate on writing my Modern Art exhibition review:

Books I'm reading: The Map of Time by Félix J. Palma, Oscar Wilde and the Candlelight Murders by Gyles Brandeth, and Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion. I'm not counting books for my classes because ENGLISH MAJOR and we'll be stuck here all day.

Books I'm writing: Does my still-haven't-been-touched-since-November NaNo count?

The book I love the most: Ever? That's a tie between The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, and, to put a wrench in the pattern, Son of the Mob by Gordon Korman. Thank you, Korman, for introducing me to YA fiction and teaching me how to write humor.

The last book I received as a gift: Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare. Funny story about how I acquired it: I met a girl from my King Arthur class last semester at an English Department meet and greet and we started talking about Arthurian legends (of course), steampunk, and eventually about the Mortal Instruments series. She mentioned that she had the book and that she hated it. I mentioned that, though I acknowledged that Cassandra Clare was a plagiarist and basically a terrible writer, I still wanted to read her books for shits and giggles. The next day in class she gave me Clockwork Angel and told me not to give it back. It's sitting in my bookshelf right now waiting for me to pick it up. Probably one night when I'm bored and in a drunken stupor.

The last book I gave as a gift: Paper Towns by John Green for my brother. I've been trying to get him to read more (he hates reading, which understandably makes me cry) with books I think he likes or by the very, very few authors he actually likes. John Green was lucky enough to be one of them.

The nearest book: A bigass book on abnormal psychology. I'm in the library right now.
Everyone look at this hot motherfucker hee, I said "hot" right now:



Guys, GUYS. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I SAW AN ANIMATED CHARACTER AND THOUGHT, "DAMN, I'D TAP THAT IN A HEARTBEAT," SINCE. I DUNNO. KON FROM YOUNG JUSTICE? TL;DR IT'S BEEN A LONG ASS TIME. (I thought the same of Korra, too, but MAKO'S EYES NGHHHHHH)

But really, this is just me belatedly spazzing over Legend of Korra and goeriutafjvkdfj IT LOOKS REALLY GOOD, OKAY.

Seriously, Nickelodeon, I will pay you ludicrous amounts of money if you release this right the fuck now.

Carry on.

Kono's face is my face right now

I suppose, at some point, I should update with real-life happenings but for now the_spice IS COMING IN AN HOURRRRRRR VERSION 2.0.

Writer's Block: Poetry Break

Write a poem or share one that you like.


Solitude is like a rain.
Toward evening it rises from the sea;
from plains that are distant and remote
it migrates to the sky, where it always is.
And only then it falls from the sky on the city.

It rains down in the in-between hours,
when toward down all the streets turn around again,
and when those bodies that found nothing
leave each other sad and disappointed;
and when those people who detest each other
have to sleep together in one bed:

then solitude runs with the rivers...

- "Solitude" by Rainer Maria Rilke

DAMMIT, STEPHEN HARPER

CBC Question of the Day: Do you want the abortion debate re-opened in Canada?

NO.

Ughhh, the next time someone asks me why I'm not happy that Stephen Harper is Prime Minister I'm just going to link them to this. Or just glare at them seething inwardly until they leave.

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