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3rd-Jan-2007 02:12 pm(no subject)
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So, Laurel has reminded me that I still have yet to update about my New York trip. So I shall put off my uncompletable paper (the school e-mail is down and the questions are in there!) and make an entry instead. Beware this is probably going to be a long one.

Saturday: See the Seagulls and feel at homeCollapse )
Sunday: Gawdy Bawdy 42nd streetCollapse )
Monday: Watching Tourists Reading MapsCollapse )

I was quite sad to leave on Tuesday. Quite. It took me 19 years to get to that city. I didn't want to go after only 3 days. One day though... There's no keeping me away now. Oh no.


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11th-Jan-2005 03:52 pm - Tuesdays are my most boring day.
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The Movie MemeCollapse )

Stolen from Jill and Alex

1. Grab the nearest book
2. Open to page 123
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post along with these instructions
5. Don't search for the coolest book; use the one that's honestly closest

from The Career Guide for Creative and Unconventional People:

"A life of rigorous discipline and unending hardship can be unnecessarily bleak and even counterproductive."

One would think that would be obvious.

-Well, nothing else interesting to report. Good Meeting with Career Couselor caused me to be in possession of the above book. There is a large Caffiene molecule on the door to our dorm room. I have to buy at lot of painting supplies for TH 230. Yeah, see why I'm reduced to the above?
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So, hung out with Kristin this evening, and was held to my lowest bowling score in a long time, which takes skill, since these scores are all rather low to begin with. All those flashing coloured lights were extremely distracting. Well, anyway, us girls got to talking so in addition, we actually made some resolutions. This is the first time since freshman year I've actually made New Year's resolutions, so let's just hope that unlike freshman year, people don't go insane and start hating me for them. And here they are so you can hold me to them and make sure I stick to my goals.

1: Work out at least twice a week. And no, studio work does not count.

2: Write more. I haven't done a real lodging house story since...uh...I had to rebuild the old computer and that was over the summer, so it's been quite some time and there's oh so much to write about.

3: Stand up for myself. Pretty self explanatory, I think.

4: Stop falling head first for members of the male persuasion. In addition to this, if I must persist in these "crushes" as they have been called, concoct plans of ensnarement that actually make sense and could feasibly work on this lovely planet we call earth.

5: Figure out what I'm going to do with the rest of my life, so I can stop feeling so hopeless about my future.

6:  Learn how to summon a 20 year old Marlon Brando to be my boyfriend, because this would probably be easier than getting people to notice me.

7: Try to eat more than 3 meals a week. For this is heathy, or so I'm told.

8: Continue doing rather tremendously in my classes, which will be a little more complicated next semester considering one of my classes, but...we'll see, who knows I might have a knack for it.

9: Stop taking everything to heart, 'cause it annoys other people and upsets me more than it ever should.

and finally...
10: TALK! And by that I mean...communicate with other human beings and hopefully develop a social circle in Alliance Hell, in case #3 falls through in the parental area.

27th-Dec-2004 05:11 pm(no subject)
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So...watching Bridget Jones's Diary yesterday reminded me of something very important, which I should have thought of considering the quote is my xanga icon, "Everybody knows diaries are full of crap." Yeah, Amy...you know better than to take everything you read at face value. There were times when I didn't think very highly of people who I now hold in very high esteem. I'm just gonna try and forget it ever happened. Maybe it's being in denile, but it might be better for all concerned.

Anyway, The New Year's preparations have officially been finalized. My house at 7-7:30-ish. There will be plenty of food, considering I have been way into cooking again, now that I have the capabilities. Also there's a great deal to keep the guests amused. I mean, that's only if people think my sparkling company isn't enough. *smirk*
23rd-Dec-2004 10:35 am(no subject)
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What Will littlelotty Get ?
Xmas pressie predictor
Big wooly jumper knitted by dynagirl_craze
Pair of Socks from bronzed
Bottle of Whiskey from peanutsgrl
Cd from eyes_like_ashes
Something Cuddly from pineapple_mush
Something Intoxicating from tilthesunsets
Something Silly from rainbowdarling
Something Funny from lehcarnamhsiel
Lump of coal from outcast_rogue
Something Pretty from spawn_of_akasha
Something Shiny from manawski
Something Naughty from fadedfailure
Something Smelly from teezer_1328
Something Breakable from broadway_babe_9
Something Useful from audrey_jo
Something not useful from freakinkubli
The Black and Decker Tool Kit from kattabean
Livejournal account from arseaboutface
The Make-up Bag from figletofvenice
Stack of DVDs from eellewzeeya
Something Geeky from artemischan

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Made by _imran_ and beyond_bananas.
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Somehow I wouldn't have expected any less from Jill...*grins*


Well, today was the day I set aside for delivering presents to people. This it, Jess, this is it. Maybe...If I don't chicken out. Anyway, I unfortunately won't be able to deliever two of my best presents because it just -had- to ice storm last night and according to my aunt, "Township roads are terrible!" Bah! Oh well...I'm off to do my deliveries now and I'm nervous as all get out.
13th-Dec-2004 11:51 pm - Year in Review Survey
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This is caused by me taking another study break

Year in Review SurveyCollapse )
11th-Dec-2004 01:01 pm(no subject)
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*sings* Carnation City...Alliance, Ohio...my heart is with you...

Gag me! Is there some reason we weren't presented with this song until the dress rehersal? I have never even seen cello notes with that many legers lines. The least they could have done was write it in treble clef, so I could transpose and not have to count 20 leger lines. Or it would have been really nice to not give those notes to the cellos at all. And what kind of sick bastard writes their town anthem in five flats?

*sigh* I want a Union Grounds Mocha...coffee shops should be open on Saturdays!
8th-Dec-2004 04:04 pm(no subject)
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Okay, I helped Jessie set up a livejournal spawn_of_akasha. And check out the lovely layout...I made that thing in paint. Yes...Microsoft Paint. *grins* I'm pretty damn proud of that fact. I am currently working on some new stuff for Greenpoint and Astoria. (And Hoboken, I haven't forgotten it, Crystal baby, not all) And now something for Rachel apparently! *grins* I love it. If only I could get people to pay me to do this shit.

ETA : You've got to check out Jill's (artemischan) now too! *shakes head* What a girl won't do to avoid having to actually study, let me tell ya.
2nd-Dec-2004 01:59 pm(no subject)
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I really should go over and find out if I got a call back before orchestra, but...I'm too sacred to do so. Yeah...I know...sue me. I'm probably not missing anything anyway.
30th-Nov-2004 09:16 pm(no subject)
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Everyone will be proud to know that I have finished the second page of the paper from hell which should eventually be 15 pages long and this has taken me two days. And guess what else, I got a failing grade on yet another speech. Go me?

I am not in a good mood today, for I have learned that honesty is not always the best policy. With that in mind...

The Christmas thingy Half my friendslist did todayCollapse )

And of course, to get back on track with these things, why is Thomas cool? Well, there's one all important reason. He does wonders for my self-esteem.
29th-Nov-2004 12:34 pm(no subject)
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Hey! Who wants to get a holiday card from moi? I just went out and bought some really cute ones, so....

Anyway, if I don't already know your address or if you think I don't (which I most likely don't cause I forget things easily) let me know...I'll make sure the comments are screened too.

Being holiday spirited is fun..though it'd be better if my holiday pine ropping garland wouldn't fall down. *sigh*

Also, Ash, my mum says I'm allowed to go up there and visit you [and if we could sneak in a college tour, that'd rock ;)] You've just got to let me know when you're free and I'll try and find transportation.
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Ganked this one from Jilly and Alex...woohoo!

Put all your songs into one playlist. Put the playlist on random. For the first twenty songs, post your favorite line. If an instrumental comes up, just skip it. Try to avoid putting the song title in the line. Then everyone else tries to guess what song it is. Simple enough, eh? (This is somewhat similar that that lyrics game thing we did in IM away message way back when, ain't it, loves?)

1. Why do you look so familiar? I could swear that I've seen your face before.
2. Things they do look awful c-c-cold. I hope I die before I get old.
3. What made me think that I could survive all the wear and tear?
4. And if your train's on time, you can get to work by nine.
5. Once again life's thrown me a curve and it blew up right in my face
6. Can you help me out with my chemistry?
7. Now we're spinning empty bottles. It's the five of us, with pretty eyed boys girls die to trust.
8. The script it called for rain, but it was clear that day.
9. We can live like Jack and Sally, if you want to.
10. Letters I've written, never meaning to send
11. I should have stayed on the farm. Should listened to my old man.
12. Was she crying out in vain? Did you even know her name?
13. Something had a hold on me, when Angel passed close by.
14. How long must I wait? How much more can I take?
15. Maybe I'm brainless, maybe I'm wise, but you've got me seeing through different eyes.
16. Someone's gonna tell you lies, cut you down to size.
17. I hear their cries, just say if it's too late for me.
18. And as the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield.
19. It's barbaric, but hey, it's home.
20. Welcome to the kind of tension, all across the alienation. Everything isn't meant to be okay.


I sincerely doubt any of you can get some of these without the aide of search engines. Hell...I can't even remember and I just did the damn thing. Also...I really thought I get more musicals...but apparently my Media Player really thinks I love classic rock today, which I'm okay with...cause I do love classic rock.

Heh...and while you're at it:
1. Reply to this post if you want/need me to tell you how cool you are!
2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and why I think you kick serious ass.
3. If you like, Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and adoration!

(but only if you try to guess at least one song as well. I make people pay to know why they're cool.)
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Okay, since the only kind of man I can seem to attract is a crazed maniac who wants to sleep with anything that happens to have breasts and a high-pitched voice, I'd like to introduce a bit of information to all the men out there. What Amy Renee Catherine, the beautiful redhead with aquamarine eyes with little silver flecks in them is looking for in a man. Crazed sex maniacs beware...this guide does not inculde you.

1. There are certain physically attributes I notice...they are:
A) Height: You better be taller than me, that's all I'm saying.
B) Arms: Do you have them? Sorry any interested armless bolks, but....I have this thing about being held.
C) Vision: I find eyes attractive, but I can't say what about them. I can say that a guy with vision correction of some kind has increased his sexiness by at least 25.67%

2. There are certain things going on inside that brain that I really take note of...inculding:
A) Are you up on current events? I don't want to debate ever second of the relationship, but I would really adore it if you knew who Tony Blair was or something to that extent.
B) Do you read? And I mean newspapers (more than just the sports section) and books. It doesn't have to inculde any fine literature but knowing Poe, Hemingway, and Austen will get you extra points.
C)Are you well versed in a multitude of subjects? This is kinda the catch all here. Now, I don't expect my future boyfriend to know the periodic table by heart or quote Dickens, but it would be nice if he would laugh about my "Schrödinger's Cat Is Dead" t-shirt or do more then bob his head politely while I babble for hours about various historical eras.
D) The laugh brings us to D. Do you have a sense of humor? Humor is the most important attibute in a man, at least I think so. Also, I expect humor to be more than making jokes, I want a witty guy. Wit is so much better than just straight funny, especially if it's a satirical wit.
E) What's your code of morality like? Okay, guys from recent meeting...you're out on this one...though most of you were out on the "Do you read?" question. Now, I'm not entirely basing this on religion, but I want our moral kinds to slightly align. I was born and raised Catholic so there are things I strongly don't believe in, but I don't go with my church 100% on all things. A lot of it, such as strong sense of loyalty being important, comes from a very loving and large Italian family. (thus making always very important for you to like pasta, so that the relatives will not have you stoned in the city centre.)
F) Can you put up with my weird quirks? I'm not asking you to go be in a chorus line with me, or Hell, even go see me in a chorus line, if you really don't want to, but if you're gonna cringe at Classical music and completely flip out and go postal about going to museums of art, I will be disappointed. You don't have to love it, but there are some oddities to who I am and if you can't take the fact that I'm fascinated by leave prints on cement enough to take pictures of them, or that I love to eat ice cream in the winter, then you're better off not bothering. Also you have note the fact that I may try to take you dancing. I like dancing, but it'll be swing dancing or something and I'll have taught it to you first so we don't look like a couple of epileptic hamsters.

3. And this is most important: Do you have something you are passionate about? I don't care what it is. Do you love football? History? Art? Cinema? anything. If it gets your blood going and you caring then it's perfect. I don't know why this is important, but it's the single most important thing.

Think you can tolerate spending time with someone who lives everyday with an unceasing passion that just may cause them to eventually explode? I'd love it if someone out there (other than someone who's just really desperate to get laid) would apply for the job. I may just have to pass out this as a flyer..cause I'm an old-fashioned girl. And as much as people tell me too. I probably won't say a thing until he does first.
11th-Nov-2004 06:30 pm - Mask of the Purple Death...
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Why does this college send bills to me too? It makes me think about money and when one thinks about money, they never feel well.

But anyway...I've been thinking about this Nano thing. I seriously wonder if I'm gonna finish it. I mean, it's just getting really dumb now. There's a whole page devoted to the fact that Carrie had to throw some flowers out the window. The beginning was really funny and cute, but now...now, it's like babbling crap. *sigh* I'm so much better at writing short stories and poetry. I'm just a regular Poe. Yeah, now I just need to get really morbid on everyone...Nevermore!

Oh well...my school's gonna be on ESPN tomorrow. Woohoo?
7th-Nov-2004 09:19 pm(no subject)
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So, what did I do this weekend? I learned that I made two terrible mistakes about this time last year. Neither of which I will ever recover from. Ever. No wonder I'm so unhappy all the freaking time. So, I've finally learned my lesson, but now it's to late to fix it. Plus, no one really cares anyway. As my mother said, and I agree, "There's only so many time you can go to the well and come back empty before you begin to lose hope that there will ever be anything in the well." Story of my life.
2nd-Nov-2004 10:34 pm - Eric? Is that you?
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So, I finally got together with my Barefoot in the Park partner, Kevin (aka one of the numerous attractive young gentlemen in my theatre class...*le sigh*). He's seems like a nice kid and all, actually showed me where the books are in the library. (Yes, Rachel, I now know the location of the books and I wasn't crazy, you really do have to look for them, I was just going up the wrong staircase.) There's one problem though. We were going through the scene and I realized one thing. He "acts" like Eric! It was eiree beyond believe, but when he acts, he sounds just like him, vocal intonations and everything. It was just...wow! Creepy!

Also: I'm so psyched about my nanowrimo. I actually thought of a plot today while I was in Public Speaking and Dr. Davis and the guys were have an insane debate of speaking credibility vs actual credibility. I'm so giddy about it. It's idiotic, but it's kinda neat in it's "damn this is an awful lot like Bedazzled" way.

Anyway, time to get on with things and try to keep up as they speed right on forward at too alarming a rate for me to grab on.
30th-Oct-2004 05:48 pm(no subject)
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I am very disappoint in myself. Very.
12th-Oct-2004 11:30 am(no subject)
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Life is a state of mind.
10th-Oct-2004 05:25 pm(no subject)
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In the middle of the night

I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To the river so deep
I must be looking for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross

Even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what I've been looking for

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I'd never lose
Something somebody stole

I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is that I've been looking for

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To the river so deep
I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night

I'm not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That is running to the promise land

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night
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