She Said Clud

Anyone notice it’s becoming hip to make fun of hipsters?

Very small dream of mine:

To look out the window and have someone standing out there trying to get my attention… possibly a guy with flowers…

I mean, why don’t people find people throwing rocks up at your window at all hours of the day/night romantic anymore? I think it’s incredibly romantic given that the rock doesn’t break the window. 

Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I think I’d really like that. :)

I have been a royal slacker this past month. Finally, with a glorious snowday at my disposal, I got my life back on track!

I cleaned, I laundered, I planted herbs, I washed dishes, and then finally… after about five episodes of The Big Bang Theory… I got around to getting down to business. (Not to defeat the Huns.)

I have finally written two formal requests for my letters of recommendation. One of them I can expect a response from, the other is a shot in the dark honestly. But they’re written! They’re typed, printed, signed, and set next to self-address envelopes which will receive stamps and then altogether will be places in their respective addressee’s mailboxes. Phew!

This is incredibly nerve-wracking. Why? because it is, okay?

No, there is a reason. That would be that I’m a coward. But I’ve got these, and I’m going to e-mail an old high school teacher and see if she can write me one as well. All in all I think this is going fairly well!

Other than these letters, I’ve got everything filled out for my school’s Study Abroad program! Pretty soon I can apply to Lancaster University! I’m hellaexcited! It’s looking like I won’t even need to apply for a Visa for so short a stay (going to continue checking into that). Somehow things are slowly falling into place. Absolutely brilliant.

Now I just have to pass this course, stay up late enough to be the first Junior to sign up for Spring quarter classes, and party the hell on!

And then… possibly look into Internships for next Winter quarter? Because once I get back from England I simply won’t have any more classes to take, and the Capstone is only offered in Spring… so perhaps a quarter-long internship would be the perfect slot for me to slide into. :)

Either way, I am excited! Everything keeps coming along!

So I’ve been rather obsessed with The Hunchback of Notre Dame as of recent.

Particularly with the dashing, witty, brave, mastermind of the whole story!

… Who am I kidding? I’m obsessed with the slightly mental, self-proclaimed King of Truands, Clopin Trouillefou! <3

Especially as he appears in the Disney version of the story as the narrator/jester:

Or, from my favorite scene:

And why do I like him so much? I don’t know… I just find him so incredibly sexy!

It could be the beard, or the amazing gypsy outfits… It could be his wonderful singing voice, not only in the Disney movie, but also in the (fantastic) Notre Dame De Paris, which is a musical that follows MUCH more closely to the book. Please take the time to appreciate it, if you can, but even if you have very little interest (TAKE GREATER INTEREST POST-HASTE!) Here’s a clip from it of one of Clopin’s numbers! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmTaOV7DVq8

I think it’s the personality of this character that fascinates me, honestly. He’s so volatile, in every version of the story. He’s essentially the leader of the Gypsies. Living among thieves and murderers (and as one) he can’t afford to be kindly, but he is often irrational. Upon his first meeting with Gringoire, or in the Disney version when Phoebus and Quasimodo go down into the catacombs, his first instinct is to hang them (both instances, Esmeralda comes to the rescue just in time).

Yet, at the same time, he’s been almost a father figure to Esmeralda, and he cares deeply about her wellbeing. In the story, when she is framed for Phoebus’s “murder” he rounds up the Gypsies to rescue her. 

He’s a very three-dimensional, passionate slip of a character. I can’t help but to adore him! I’ve been attempting to learn French because of him! (Notre Dame de Paris helped a lot with that ;) )

And someone has only been encouraging this obsession without knowing her crime! And that is the fantastic artist on DeviantArt, canadian-rainwater http://canadian-rainwater.deviantart.com/ Please be checking out her gallery and her incredibly sexy Clopin-in-a-pirate-costume that has had me swooning all week.

Yes, I know he’s fictional. He’s a character. I cannot touch him. Whatever, whatever. That is one damn sexy fictional character! 

Clopin Trouillefou, vous avez mon cœur! <3

So I’ve been waking up with an incredibly dry mouth for a while. At first I attributed it to my cold, but that can’t be it because my cold has been over for weeks!

So I looked it up, and apparently this is a common condition. Apparently it can be caused by all these scary diseases. 

But even more commonly it is caused by an excessive intake of caffeinated beverages including coffee, TEA, and SODA.

So basically, my 12 (slight exaggeration) cups of tea and can of cola a day have dried out my body to the point that my saliva glands are not working properly. 

This can lead to problems such as not being able to taste food properly and bad breath.

The solution? Quit drinking so much tea and soda and start drinking an excessive amount of water and chewing gum (highly recommended to chew gum and suck on hard candy apparently) until I stop having this problem and then to moderate my tea intake from here on out. »

Crap.

Just so happened so stumble upon a picture of my ex holding hands with another girl. Great. I mean, it has been a month, but all I have for him is curse words.

At least she’s really pretty.

But now I feel like crap. The weather is crappy and I was already not looking forward to taking the bus out to my night class and having to recite this dumb poem, and now I’m upset on top of that. I’ll feel terrible and have nothing to do but wallow if I stay around here… but going seems like a far worse idea. I don’t know.

I don’t want to just be cursing on this blog, but imagine for me if you will a long stream of curses directed at a guy I was dating until just over a month ago. 

I’ve got to get out of this town. More and more, it too is feeling poisoned. :(

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Cigarette

There’s a cigarette still burning

In your limp hand.

The ashes begin to taint the carpet,

The smoke has started

To eat away at your lungs.

There’s a part of me that wants

To get to know you again.

There’s a part of me,

That never missed it.

I finished memorizing “Someone’s Been Eating the Moon Again” by (I think) Robert Gregory in just two nights!

So much win! :) 

Of course, I’m not very confident with my recitation of it, but I just have to do it for class tomorrow and it’ll all be fine.

The problem I have with it is that I don’t really like this poem. No, that’s not fair. I really love it. It has some great lines and themes in it, it just isn’t grammatically sound. It’s a pain to memorize because the grammar sucks so much, and there are all these extraneous lines. Basically, if this poem came in for a workshop, everyone would be like “you’ve got something great going here, but I’m handing it back to you full of red marks because it could use a lot of work.”

And now, that unfinished-poem is what is stuck in my head for the rest of eternity. Thanks teacher. Why you’d have had me memorize this is beyond my comprehension.

If the author were alive I’d want to write to him and ask “Why would you have published this at this stage? It could have been genius! Right now, published, it’s just sort of crap.”

And that makes me want to go revise my own poems more…

Sometimes I sit around thinking about doing things that I know I could potentially regret at a later time. I don’t mean things like… I dunno… setting the house on fire, which I will inevitably regret, I mean like getting back in contact with someone I lost contact with for a very good reason.

I’ve discussed what a poor choice this may prove to be with several people and they’re all on the side of “No. Don’t do this. Just forget about it.”

But then I figure… I’ve been thinking about this for more than three months. Even if getting back in contact is a little cruel to the other person, even if it’s a terrible idea in general… Maybe it’s time I just said “hi” anyway.

I don’t know.

Anyone have any tips or stories about poor life choices?