Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

TV thought for tonight: Can someone PLEASE get Ichabod Crane some 21st Century clothes? I mean, it's cute to have him running around in his outfit from the 1770's for a little while, but how long can you make the man wear the same shirt and pants? He can keep the rocking coat, but get some motherfucking jeans and a T-shirt on that man.


Answer to last Monday's song: Happy Working Song, from Enchanted. No one guessed this, but there were a lot of correct guesses to the song poem! Here are all the answers to that:

All the small things - All The Small Things, by Blink-182
In every heart there is a room - And So It Goes, by Billy Joel
Drink with me to days gone by - Drink With Me, from Les Miserables
Love power, a little love power - Love Power, from Muppet Treasure Island
Steady as the beating drum - Steady As the Beating Drum, from Pocahontas
Whatever happened to Saturday night? - Hot Patootie, from The Rocky Horror Picture Show
I'm counting back the number of the steps - My Alcoholic Friends, by The Dresden Dolls
I made it through the wilderness - Like A Virgin, by Madonna
You can shake an apple off an apple tree - Stuck On You, by Elvis
Sit around and watch the tube but nothing's on - Longview, by Green Day

I never heard the phrase "art for art's sake" until this year, but now I'm enamoured with it.

It explains how I feel about poetry. Poems aren't meant to be torn word from word and line from line; they're meant to be read (out loud preferably) and enjoyed and mulled over and felt.

That's why poems are exempt from basic ordinary rules of grammar and word usage and sentence structure. They're beyond that.

If you need to analyze every word of a poem to get its meaning, then you've missed the point entirely.

Poems aren't written for anyone or anything other than the poet, (even if you think they are, they really aren't) and they aren't written for any other purpose besides simply to be written; to put into physical form a feeling.

Poems are good simply because they are, or they're bad simply because they are. You like a poem because it hits something in you, and you dislike a poem because it misses the mark. Poetry is the simpliest complicated thing in the world.


No matter what anyone ever says, I will always believe these things.

This is going to be very disjointed. Please bear with me. I'm just typing whatever comes into my head.

Here's a thought: Harry's birthday is in July. Assuming Lily had a nine month pregnancy, and having no evidence to the contrary we'll assume that, that puts his conception in October. It's October, and my mind is dirty. If I could I'd write that fic. And it would be absolutely amazingly romantic and hot.

I almost died of the squee today because I went to the Drama Club meeting and the President couldn't get onto the stage, and one guy threw "get thee to a nunnery" into the staged reading, and there was a techie with a screw gun building the set in the background and they had to talk over the noise and they call the faculty by their first names, and it was just perfect.

In Great Russians all 11 of us (two were missing) sat as close as possible to each other at the end of the oval table farthest from the Crazy Russian Woman. It was fucking great. I love messing with teachers.

I sacrificed a pink high-lighter to Alex's soon-to-be-glowing margarita man. Rest In Peace, pink high-lighter.

My Amazon story sucks. I hate my inability to write what I want.

Abby and I watched Chicken Run. She had never seen it before. It was quite the experience.

Cinzia's home for the weekend and I'm scared to sleep in here alone. I am pathetic.

I have exactly no friends who are both male and straight. Not that I mind, but how did that happen?

This entry sounds really bitter now as well as disjointed. Fuck.

I'm glad Vanessa had a good day.

Erin is always on ridiculously late on school nights, but not on the weekends when I need her want to terrorize her. WTF? (I LOVE ERIN and I am grateful for everything she does.)

Lalalalalalalalala.

I still haven't read Jess's story. Or Hannah's. *Is guilty* I will guys, I promise.

I'm avoinding going to sleep right now. I don't really know why.

They guy on Nip/Tuck was cutting himself with this huge fucking steak knife. THAT IS NOT COOL. I told him it wasn't cool, but he didn't listen.

I said the Fuck word a lot in this entry.

And why do I capitolize it?

I don't know why I'm cutting this. In case you don't want to read it I guess. But I wish you would.

( Cut for Angst and other Emotions I hate )


I promise that I don't spend all day obsessing over that. I don't even usually think about him except at night, and that's just a habit that won't die. It's 2:15am and I get weird when I stay up.

All the same it's a really good poem and I wish he could see it.

Cleaned out my English book today and found this poem I wrote to be like Keats "To Autumn" and I am rather fond of it so I am posting it here for you all to enjoy...

Season of cold, and blustery windiness,
Close friend of the mischevious Jack Frost;
Conspiring with him how to freeze and bless
With snowflakes and icicles the green now lost.
To bend with ice the dead-looking trees,
And make each windowpane a work of art,
To freeze the pond and make the ground turn white
With flakes that stick together, but fall apart.
And yet more snow falls; before the wind it flees
Until creatures think that it will never cease,
And the wind still howls, all the long dark night.

Now on to the trivia! The answer to the last quote was indeed Muppet Treasure Island. Janeea and Sarah got it correct. It was not Pirates of the Caribbean, contrary to popular belief. Just because a quote has the word pirates in it, does not mean it is from that movie. Sheesh. (And, Sarah, in response to your inquiry, I trust my friends to be honest about this. Plus how do they know that a previous answer was correct?)

Anyway, here is your prize, a plethera of Stealing Harry icons, courtesy of aura218 and via the Remus/Sirius community. Enjoy! http://www.livejournal.com/community/remusxsirius/745211.html

The next quote is "I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day!"