Interests:GOD, LEGOLAS, The Lord of the Rings, My Flute, Band, eating, sleeping, Harry Potter, and alot more... Expertise:Procrastinating :D
Watching LOTR ^^;;
Flute =D
EATING!
SHORTasian 9 5 7 (10:22:05 PM): i will make you talk about LOTR if i have to SHORTasian 9 5 7 (10:22:09 PM): but you will not study! SHORTasian 9 5 7 (10:22:12 PM): hehe SHORTasian 9 5 7 (10:22:19 PM): that reminded me of gandalf in moria SHORTasian 9 5 7 (10:22:33 PM): "YOU SHALL NOT STUDY!!!" -slams down staff-
One of the things I really, really, really, really, REALLY wish humans could do is to be able to capture a scent in their heads and be able to remember it (at will) just as vividly as if they were actually smelling it. Well, I don't know if some people can do that but I certainly wish I could.
I think one of the big flaws of humankind is not taking any blame. Not realizing that we, ourselves, are at fault too in a situation where other people are involved and the blame can be tossed around. @_@ Yeah.
Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took all of the grief out of words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison; p. 26
The Pecola asked a question that had never entered my mind. "How do you do that? I mean, how do you get somebody to love you?" But Frieda was asleep. And I didn't know. p. 32
You looked at them and wondered why they were so ugly; you looked closely and could not find the source. Then you realized that it came from conviction, their conviction. It was as though some mysterious all-knowing master had given each one a cloak of ugliness to wear, and they had each accepted it without question. The master had said, "You are ugly people." They had looked about themselves and saw nothing to contradict the statement; saw, in fact, support for it leaning at them from every billboard, every movie, every glance. "Yes," they had said. "You are right." And they took the ugliness in their hands, threw it as a mantle over them, and went about the world with it. p. 39
Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging. p. 50
There in the dark her memory was refreshed, and she succumbed to her earlier dreams. Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another -- physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion. p. 122
"What can we do? Miss Johnson said it would be a miracle if it lived." "So let's make it a miracle." "Yeah, but how?" "We could pray." "That's not enough. Remember last time with the bird?" "That was different; it was half-dead when we found it." "I don't care, I still think we have to do something really strong this time." "Let's ask Him to let Pecola's baby live and promise to be good for a whole month." "O.K. But we better give up something so He'll know we really mean it this time. "Give up what? We ain't got nothing. Nothing but the seed money, two dollars." "We could give that. Or, you know what? We could give up the bicycle. Bury the money and...plant the seeds." p. 191-192
Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do. p. 209
At the moment, I'm super thankful for my super awesome hallmates who make my dorming experience what it is and for OCCEC and for the friends who are still with me even after graduating high school.
