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Amin hiraetha, melamin. Amin n'rangwa amin, ar' merna ta nae n'ataya. Ta awrar amin. Amin merna lle mele amin vithel.
Quel du, amin autien rath.Current Mood:  melancholy |
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GAH! It is so trying to live a life that is so NOT EPIC. *sighs*Current Mood:  restless Current Music: Still watchin ROTK |
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Jun. 25th, 2009 @ 10:53 am
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In the extended version--maybe in the theatrical too, I do not know--of LOTR ROTK, when Arwen is being escorted t the Grey Havens and turns around, the elf that tells her they have to keep moving is Bret McKenzie from Flight of the Concords I believe.
I find this rather funny.
(also, my new icon is awesome, non?)Current Mood:  amused Current Music: Watching-ROTK |
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Jun. 24th, 2009 @ 06:31 pm
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I feel like I should have a Mrs. Bryson hanging over my shoulder, "bitch, bitch, bitch..." |
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( Becky and I OSV photo brilliance )Current Music: The History Of Ealdormere: Part 2 - Heather Dale |
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Back from spending a week in Maine with Meghan, which was so very enjoyable <3. The Hawkes family are such loves.
Now--since no one will be home toniight--I am making myself some Skansk- grot for supper and then I guess settling in to read.
Tomorrow is Music and Arts Day at OSV and I will be making silhouettes in costumes, so that is exciting.
Back to cookingCurrent Mood: lonely Current Music: Shady Grove - Crooked Still |
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It will rain straight through the week. I guess it is not such a bad thing I am spending most of it at the Junior High then...I guess.Current Music: The White Tree - Howard Shore |
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Jun. 7th, 2009 @ 01:48 pm
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'Relegated, as he was, to one corner, and sheltered behind the billiard-table, the soldiers whose eyes were fixed on Enjolras, had not even noticed Grantaire, and the sergeant was preparing to repeat his order: "Take aim!" when all at once, they heard a strong voice shout beside them:
"Long live the Republic! I'm one of them."
Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant glance of the transfigured drunken man.
He repeated: "Long live the Republic!" crossed the room with a firm stride and placed himself in front of the guns beside Enjolras.
"Finish both of us at one blow," said he.
And turning gently to Enjolras, he said to him:
"Do you permit it?"
Enjolras pressed his hand with a smile.
This smile was not ended when the report resounded.
Enjolras, pierced by eight bullets, remained leaning against the wall, as though the balls had nailed him there. Only, his head was bowed.
Grantaire fell at his feet, as though struck by a thunderbolt.
A few moments later, the soldiers dislodged the last remaining insurgents, who had taken refuge at the top of the house. They fired into the attic through a wooden lattice. They fought under the very roof. They flung bodies, some of them still alive, out through the windows. Two light-infantrymen, who tried to lift the shattered omnibus, were slain by two shots fired from the attic. A man in a blouse was flung down from it, with a bayonet wound in the abdomen, and breathed his last on the ground. A soldier and an insurgent slipped together on the sloping slates of the roof, and, as they would not release each other, they fell, clasped in a ferocious embrace. A similar conflict went on in the cellar. Shouts, shots, a fierce trampling. Then silence. The barricade was captured.' |
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May. 29th, 2009 @ 09:52 am
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It is cold and wet.Current Music: Renaissance Man - Heather Dale |
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"What a pity!" said Combeferre. "What hideous things these butcheries are! Come, when there are no more kings, there will be no more war. Enjolras, you are taking aim at that sergeant, you are not looking at him. Fancy, he is a charming young man; he is intrepid; it is evident that he is thoughtful; those young artillery-men are very well educated; he has a father, a mother, a family; he is probably in love; he is not more than five and twenty at the most; he might be your brother."
"He is," said Enjolras.
"Yes," replied Combeferre, "he is mine too. Well, let us not kill him."
"Let me alone. It must be done."
And a tear trickled slowly down Enjolras' marble cheek.
At the same moment, he pressed the trigger of his rifle. The flame leaped forth. The artillery-man turned round twice, his arms extended in front of him, his head uplifted, as though for breath, then he fell with his side on the gun, and lay there motionless. They could see his back, from the centre of which there flowed directly a stream of blood. The ball had traversed his breast from side to side. He was dead.
He had to be carried away and replaced by another. Several minutes were thus gained, in fact. |
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May. 26th, 2009 @ 07:43 pm
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Let the mother daughter head-butting begin.Current Mood: restless |
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May. 24th, 2009 @ 04:03 pm
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THUNDERSTORM!!!!Current Mood: excited |
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Dear "Like",
Please leave my vocabulary--in all instances besides where you truly belong --and stay out. You are not welcome anymore. I will accept stuttering instead. Also, "contractions", "curse words" and awful "slang", the same goes for you. We are cleansing, so you must move on.
Thank you, Victoria
To all who speak to me, feel free to call me on these points. I do not think I will learn otherwise. It is possible to do, though my largest deterrent will most likely be my New England roots--God bless New England and all--for I feel I will be forced to slow down my speaking. Heaven help me. hahaCurrent Mood:  awake |
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I found a CD case--in the midst of cleaning my room--filled with dozens of mixed CDs I made in high school. This should make for a very amusing afternoon. *giggles*
Also, throw open your windows; it is gorgeous out!Current Mood: happy Current Music: God Speed You Black Emperor! |
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And curse education classes in general to the hot place and back. I hate them, oh, I hate them. If I did not already loath the though of having to spend the rest of my life as a public school teacher, I do now. Congratulations Art Ed II, I did not think I could dislike the Montserrat Education department any more then I already did, but well done, you proved me wrong.Current Mood:  angry |
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May. 16th, 2009 @ 08:19 am
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"Well, I'm back."Current Music: My Room: Sbridge |
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