My Lenore

I am from linen sheets misted over with lavender and chamomile
I am from adults who never grew up
I am from a family that shouts loudly in French
I am from Tristram, the first to fall to Diablo's reign
I am from the forest after a rain storm
I am from lilac petals soaring across my vision
I am from spiders that glide across the ceiling
I am from my memere's laugh across the telephone
I am from the age-old pages of a novel
I am from crepes with real smooth Canadian maple syrup
I am from fishing with my dad on a sun bathed lake
I am from my Cuban Uncle who deftly strums his guitar
I am from an undying loyalty
I am from a shining city at night
I am from hot cocoa after an active day in the snow
I am from the raven nevermore

So, good songs:

The Twelfth of Never by Jonny Mathis
Time of the Season by The Zombies

Andddddd um. That's it maybe? I'm also coming to terms admitting to myself that I like this person, but it's hard. I've really been trying to avoid realizing it. Life is so tough for Leala. Wah.

WANG CHUNG.

I am in love with Kate Gurney.

Well, in the most heterosexual and non intrusive way possible. XD

We get along really well. At least, I think so. She's so cool. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to get along with her before I met her, because I didn't go to school and wouldn't get to see her a lot. But we talk on AIM and she's so cool!

I think she's an awesome addition to our group. *nods*

Maybe I shouldn't bother having a birthday party at all.

I mean, I know people have things to do, but it's the last time I'll see everyone for a while, and I just wanted to know everyone cared about me, I guess. It's stupid, really.

Way too emo right now.

I want to be a patissier. I really, REALLY, want to be a patissier.

Still don't know what I'm going to do for my birthday. I think my parents might be planning to pay for the aquarium thing for everyone, but I haven't talked to them about it.

On my actual birthday, I want to go to this butterfly conservatory with memere. She took me there when I was younger, and I want to see it again. I don't even really know what I want for my birthday. I'll have to work it out, I guess. Besides a new computer, I don't have any big things I want.

Oh, my life is so hard. XD

I just read this really cool article about medieval superstitions. Check it, yo.

Threnody-–noun, plural -dies. a poem, speech, or song of lamentation, esp. for the dead; dirge; funeral song.

jeremiad--noun
a long and mournful complaint; "a jeremiad against any form of government"

ululate-–verb (used without object), -lat⋅ed, -lat⋅ing. 1. to howl, as a dog or a wolf; hoot, as an owl.
2. to utter howling sounds, as in shrill, wordless lamentation; wail.
3. to lament loudly and shrilly.

Paragon-–noun 1. a model or pattern of excellence or of a particular excellence.
2. Printing. a 20-point type.
3. an unusually large, round pearl.
–verb (used with object) 4. to compare; parallel.
5. to be a match for; rival.
6. Obsolete. to surpass.
7. Obsolete. to regard as a paragon.

dragoon-–noun 1. (esp. formerly) a European cavalryman of a heavily armed troop.
2. a member of a military unit formerly composed of such cavalrymen, as in the British army.
3. (formerly) a mounted infantryman armed with a short musket.
–verb (used with object) 4. to set dragoons or soldiers upon; persecute by armed force; oppress.
5. to force by oppressive measures; coerce: The authorities dragooned the peasants into leaving their farms.

Virago-–noun, plural -goes, -gos. 1. a loud-voiced, ill-tempered, scolding woman; shrew.
2. Archaic. a woman of strength or spirit.

Inamorata-–noun, plural -tas. a woman who loves or is loved; female sweetheart or lover.

Coruscate-–verb (used without object), -cat⋅ed, -cat⋅ing. to emit vivid flashes of light; sparkle; scintillate; gleam.

Saturnine-–adjective 1. sluggish in temperament; gloomy; taciturn.
2. suffering from lead poisoning, as a person.
3. due to absorption of lead, as bodily disorders.

Frore-–adjective Archaic. frozen; frosty.

Floret-–noun 1. a small flower.
2. Botany. one of the closely clustered small flowers that make up the flower head of a composite flower, as the daisy.
3. one of the tightly clustered divisions of a head of broccoli or cauliflower.
4. Also, flo⋅rette  /flɔˈrɛt, floʊ-/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [flaw-ret, floh-] Show IPA . spun silk obtained from floss.
5. Printing. flower (def. 6).

Youtube surfing, as usual. I found this amazing video of Jascha Heifetz playing the best Paganini's Caprice no.24 on the violin that I've ever heard or seen. The technical aspects of this song are AMAZING. Watching this guy play is incredible.

CLICK ME PLEZ

So, I'm dying for the sims3 to come out. I had originally thought that the graphics hadn't improved much, but the more I see of the game the more I understand how much time they put into improving the graphics.

One new feature of the game is that in order to give your sims more individuality, you can give them up to 5 personality traits. Since I had free time, I created characters for me and mah homeg's. I used everyone's middle name instead of first, because I like it better XD. We're all a lot alike, so I had to leave out some traits for some people and add on different ones.

Maree (My sim)
-materialistic
-brave
-couch potato
-artistic
-inapropriate

Neala (Shanti)
-Artistic
-flirty
-lucky
-perfectionist
-vegetarian

Allison (Marissa. I think Allison's her middle name, anyway.)
-athletic
-friendly
-lucky
-loves the outdoors
-absent minded

Louise (KC. Again, I THINK this is her middle name.)
-party animal
-mooch
-natural cook
-daredevil
-dislikes children

Katie. I don't know her middle name, but I think it's Allison as well.
-good
-neurotic
-clumsy
-great kisser
-neat

Aaron. I think his middle name is Michael, or something gay like that.
-genius
-perfectionist
-neat
-bookworm
-coward


Ok, so, these are all LOOSELY based on us. Soem traits I wanted to give to most of us, but I wanted to make us all different too. So, that's the way it is.

COLIN FIRTH IS GOING TO BE LORD HENRY IN A 2009 PRODUCTION OF DORIAN GRAY!!!!

Ben Barnes is playing Dorian, and I must say, he is nowhere near as beautiful as MR. FUCKING DARCY!!

So, this is the earliest I've been able to track my ancestors so far: Thomas Lemieux, born about 1384 in France, died sometime after 1434, also in France. He had a descendant named Gabriel that was the only person I could find before, and the first of my family to move to Canada. Quebec, actually, where a lot of my family still lives today. I'm not a direct descendant I don't think- The male line ends with like, his great great great great granddaughter, and some generations later the line completely died out. But his half brother might be my ancestor- I'm not sure completely. It's hard to find out this stuff.

Mechanically separated meat. End post.

CLICK ME (MAYBE)

Ok. A lot of things have been going on right now in my life. But I am going to brush over all them and talk about how freaked out I am by James Joyce.

So, Beatonna posted a new comic talking briefly about James Joyce and his disturbing letters to Nora Barnacle. "Really?", said I. "Perchance I may take a peek at these and find out for myself what all the hubbub is about!"

DON'T. FUCKING. DO IT.

They're...different. I mean.....well......oh God...

If you REALLY want to read them : http://johnhamilton.us/2/jamesjoyceletters.htm

However, I am advising you that they are graphic, and horrible, and may scar the reader a great deal.

I've been really, really sick as of late. I couldn't talk for two days, nd for the past four days I haven't been able to move much because of a really horrible head ache. I'm going to the doctor's today.

On other news, downloading the elder scrolls, oblivion. I've heard some good things about it. I don't know if my computer upstairs will be able to play it, but...

watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypXMAIL0p5w&feature=related

http://www.urban75.org/useless/bored.html

SON OF A BITCH.

They rescheduled the Sims3 release date for June instead of the 20 of this month.

GODDAMNIT ALL.

A list of things I must do this year, or face death.

-rock hunting for tourmaline
-camping at Baxter
-Fruit/veggie picking at Spiller Farm, in Wells.
-Go to the desert of Maine
-WHALE WATCH
-Go to Peak's Island and chill, dog.
-Look for seaglass.
-Tag sale hop like fucking crazy.
-Fly a kite

Still adding to it.

I just tried to give my cat allergy medicine that the vet said she should be taking.

There is no fucking way to do this.

I got scratched, bitten severely, and hissed at for a good half an hour. Nothing I did worked. I tried prying open her jaw and throwing the pill in. I tried hiding it in a treat. NOTHING FUCKING WORKS.

Fine, whatever. I hope she enjoys having those huge bloody scabs all over her body forever.

Ugh, I feel so stupid.

It's like I really can't do anything but fucking whine.

I'm such an emo kid.