Date:	2005-01-18 15:22
Subject:	Let it DIE!!!!
Security:	Public
Mood:	lonely

GRRRRRRRRRRRRROK
my eyelids are actively resisting my efforts to keep them opened.
and so, i leave you--to go to sleep (but really watch Fawlty Towers)

Manuel: Hhhhe is no herrrre, you iidiot! You arrre a hhhideous orrrangutan.

Basil: Oh so we can't blame you, and we can't blame Manuel! So it was me, then, eh? I'm to blame? Oh I must be punished then, mustn't I? Naughty boy!
Polly: Please don't panic, Mr. Fawlty...
Basil: WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO? THE DINING ROOM DOOR SEEMS TO HAVE DISAPPEARED!!!!!!

Mrs. Fawlty: Would you please hang the picture, Basil?

Basil: Ah, Lord Melbury. What sort of room would you like? Would you like a single? Double? Suite? Well actually we haven't got any suites....a single? A double? Excuse me, would you all please move to the other table in the center of the room? You see Lord Melbury generally sits here....oh thank you very much.
Basil: BAAAAAAAASTAAAAAAAAARD! BAAAAAASTAARD!!

John Cleese rocks my socks.

i like this one better though

Date:	2004-12-16 20:35
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	chipper
Music:	Christmas music

our dear serge is finalement a livejournal addict! well the addict part will come I am sure. with practice. we hope. oh yes. but she still lacks an icon.

friends her: "mistouflette"

Date:	2004-12-16 19:50
Subject:	love
Security:	Public
Mood:	drunk

Date:	2004-12-15 20:50
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	pensive

You have the Reynolds girl look. Reynolds girls had
the typical British beauty. The eighteenth
century British portrait painters would have
been attracted by your brilliant complexion and
your classical features. Sir Joshua Reynolds
loved to paint girls like you in white dresses
with blue satin sashes. Reynolds and other
portrait painters of his time also portrayed
blue eyed, dark-haired girls, and golden-haired
ones too, plus the occasional red-head. The
following painters would have painted you; Sir
Joshua Reynolds and Sir Thomas Lawrence.


'Pretty As A Picture' - Which Artist Would Paint You?
brought to you by Quizilla

Date:	2004-12-13 22:25
Subject:	Meehouse: definition (c) thetoadstool
Security:	Public
Mood:	chipper

meehouse: (n) 1. physical area in which one feels utterly self-realized 2. most comforting of all familiar locations 3. personal otherworld; surroundings that are most mentally friendly; physical location which imparts the sensation of being there mentally

Ex.: I visit my meehouse when I have had a bad day. Then, I am unstressed.

Ex.: I am in my meehouse at a particularly defined, peaceful mental or physical moment.

Date:	2004-12-12 19:31
Subject:	meep is also a cool word. as is iddle
Security:	Public
Mood:	anxious

(A) First, recommend to me:
1. a movie:
2. a book:
3. a musical artist, song, or album:

(B) I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. I don't guarantee an answer for the more personal questions - at least, not publicly.

(C) Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything.




tay's list of cool words:

meep
meehouse
iddle

any others?

Date:	2004-12-09 22:11
Subject:	meehouses
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative

are not meehouses splendid?
anyway.
my new source of entertainment: reading the two pages of my one-time journal (handwritten in a little pretty green checkered teddy-bear photo notebook). it makes me laugh like nothing else.
And I quote, with my current interjections in brackets:
"Finished my other book. But I shall continue in this one [oh wilt thou?]. Though your look differs, my dear Diary, your soul remains unchanged [oh goodness gracious! your soul is unchanged! gosh diddly-darn it, that's swell! (lizzy)]."
I am SO not kidding. Trust me, I was a little disbelieving too...
"Ah well, time passes quickly. For day after tomorrow we move to La Parkside, the hotel where we'll be staying. I have barely any time at all to write tonight [translate directly: i'm lazy and my hand is annoyed with writing]. Outside there are the night lights of Hong Kong, and this is one of the last times I will look out on them."
Honestly, when you read this stuff, you do not wonder at my personality when I did returneth from Hong Kong. Don't worry. If you ask Lizzy she'll describe it readily. "Stick" and "up" come to mind, as well as "ass."
There's more:
"The week-end passed by so quickly. I fear it was ill-used [oh horrors! ill-used! heaven-forbid!]. We had a concert and (not-ill-used) had a play-date with Evelyn [we did, did we?]."
And I close:
"This is the last Sunday night I'll spend in my beloved house!--What a horrifying thought! Oh, how I wish I wasn't moving away from Hong Kong! [And still, dear Taylor, with all the flowery language, you use an INCORRECT subjunctive. This is English, remember? The language you know. Well, I WAS ten at the time...]
Faretheewell

and her name is domitilla not dominica

by the way my lurv is NOT the one that I had the nonexistent conversation with--but the guy i had the nonexistent conversation with is still quite hot. thank you for indulging my madness.

correction: the quote is "camels can't have sex for a thousand days and that's what counts" by the way if you don't understand my last entry do not feel alone. you aren't. but it will only be legible to a few people. but remember that it DOES make sense somehow.

Date:	2004-12-04 14:03
Subject:	i'm in lurrrrrrrrrv
Security:	Public
Mood:	jubilant

apparently i am Euterpe.

no offense but that is a MAD COOL name. dude. totally.

yesterday i had dinner at the Met (museum). It was SO GOOD i am still reminiscing about that filet mignon....this morning i had piano, which was fun, but so totally like not something to reminisce about. (totally/like and reminisce do NOT belong in the same sentence, especially if reminisce is spelled correctly. who agrees with me here?)

i 'ave chinese wis Lizzy at four thirty. i have to study study study and lj-ing is so beneficial beneficial beneficial to that purpose purpose purpose shut up shut up shut up eloise eloise eloise. if you do not understand that reference you are a SAD PERSON and I will hum tragedic love songs with many goats on top of your grave. How cool would that be, huh.

we agree that i am in one hyper mood at ze moment. yes. okay. bon. alors j'ai aussi un examen orale en francais la semaine prochaine, ETUDIER ETUDIER ETUDIER. i carn't figure out how to get an accent cedille so who cares.

the Nutcracker was fantabillous and ze pretty pretty tutus made me so happy. when i grow up i shall buy me a pretty tutu. no, tay, not tuty. learn to type please. but i must PASS ON THE DISILLUSIONMENT from horrible Mr. Connor (no he's great but so EVIL): the part where the Sugar Plum Fairy comes out with her Chevalier, where she does a really long arabesque and chevalier dude drags her across the stage on her toe, SHE's NOT ACTUALLY BEING DRAGGED! she's moving on a little piece of material that is cranked along the stage! I went through fourteen years of sympathy for her, with all the pain of being dragged on toe shoes, but NOW I DON'T FEEL ANY SYMPATHY!!!!! HEEEHEEE HEEE RRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!

here is the requested lizzyplay.

(Setting: a cold dark forest in the middle of nowhere. LIZZY, DOMINICA (that's her name isn't it?), XANDER, HYSTERIUM and HERO are onstage.)

Dominica: I may be a coldblooded jelly doughnut, but my timing is impeccable.

Hysterium: I couldn't agree more, my lady. I bring to you Lizzy, who has once more escaped and been recaptured.

Lizzy: I threatened to show you his erotic pottery, madam, but he STILL insists.

Hysterium: I was certain you'd appreciate my fine collection, madam. I still have the one you gave me--what was it--five years ago--with the frog and the carpenter--

Dominica: Ah. I remember. Thank you, Hysterium. You shall be well repayed.

(Hysterium, Hero and Lizzy move to the side and continue the conversation.)

Hysterium: I told you she likes me better.

Lizzy: You naughty thing you. I should spank you.

Hysterium: I look forward to it.

Hero: Pseudolus! Pseudolus! Do stop talking about strange things my innocent ears have yet to understand. Being a wimpy aristocratic adolescent, my imagination doesn't stretch that far. Anyway, I have the heart of a snail, the eye of a needle--

Lizzy: Do you have the camel that goes with it?

Hero: Oh, hang the camel. We don't need it. Camels can't have sex for a thousand years and that's what counts.

Lizzy: How do you say camel again? Boeuf? Oh never mind. So you have the mare's sweat--

Hysterium: You realize I put that in my mouth already.

Hero: Did that just fly out of the air?

Hysterium: No, I said it.

Hero: Oh. Well, here's some jack. I did it during French class. But we need more.

Hysterium: We'll go to the pharmacy.

Lizzy: Yes, desperately!

Hero: We'll go desperately to the pharmacy! Pharmacy! Pharmacy!

Lizzy: But for now, I've got some lighthouse baskets.

Hero: And I've got my personal backscratcher. I cannot survive without my personal backscratcher.

Lizzy: Okay, everyone shut up. My secret crush is walking by.

Hysterium: Have you ever even talked to him?

Lizzy: Yes! He said "Oh I'm sorry" and I said "That's okay don't worry about it."

Hysterium: The mistress is waiting. We must return to her.

Xander (runs across the stage, screaming): A vampire! A vampire!

THE END

i'm in lurrrrrrrrrrrrvv it's so much fun

Guess what I did during the beginning of my free? Looked up someone's schedule. It was rawther fun but so pathetic at the same time.

Okay, Dea has commanded me to write a play about her. Very well then I shall.

Once upon a time there was someone called Dea Steve. No Steave. Okay. She went to the zoo one day, did Dea Steave, to see the pretty animals. There was a zebra and a gnu and a toad.

Dea: Look at all the pretty toads!

Toad: There is only one toad. You are stupid.

Dea: Yes, alas, I am. I must visit the Old Emu in order to get unstupider.

(She walks for several minutes through the zoo and at last comes to the Old Emu's cage.)

Old Emu: What is it, my child?

Dea: I am your king.

Old Emu: King of the 'oo?

Dea: The Britons!

Old Emu: 'Oo are the Britons?

Dea: We all are! And I am your king.

Old Emu: I didn't vote for you.

Dea: You don't vote for a king.

Old Emu: 'Ow did you become king then?

Dea: (My legs are instruments of the dance.) The Lady of the Lake...she drew Excalibur from the watery depths....

Old Emu: Watery tarts lobbing sabers is no basis of government. You shouldn't be king based on scimitars involved in aquatic rituals.

(Enter Old Emu's nephew-in-law. I know this following part comes first but I'm really bored.

Dea: Hello, old woman.

Old Emu's nephew-in-law (OENIL): MAN!

Dea: I'm very sorry...

OENIL: And I'm thirty-five.

Dea: Er--

OENIL: I'm not old.

Dea: Well, I couldn't just call you MAN.

OENIL: You could call me Dennis. Or OENIL.

Dea: I didn't know that was your name.

OENIL: I'm being repressed! (Exits. Sorry I was getting bored of him.)

Dea: Old Emu, I have come to you to become unstupid.

Old Emu: That'll be mighty difficult. You should go visit the lumberjack.

Dea: But I'm scared of lumberjacks. And my free period is over. I must go--

THE END

omg so bored there is nothing to do. have done my science homework tho so yay. latin to study for tomorrow oh joy. sorry to burden everyone with the bored ramblings of one who has nothing to do during their free.

tata for now

he is so beautiful

Date:	2004-11-29 21:08
Subject:	death by beef liver
Security:	Public
Mood:	giddy
Music:	BEEF LIVER LEAVE ME!!!!

To those of you who are also in ninth grade bio: I share your pain. And your grossed-out-edness. And your disgust and revulsion. And your wishes to die.

For I, too, have been initiated into the world of beef liver. I, too, understand what it is to see greenish-tinged, raw, odorous, squishy, yucky chunks of old meat before me.

This sight and smell shall follow me beyond the veil. (HP is affecting me too much. Get *slap* out of my head *slap* Draco!) These memories shall be with me until my death!

*Taylor's Death (set in 17th Century England)*

Nurse: It seems she has only some small hours left.

Priest (shaking head worriedly): At least we know she will go with God, with the blessing of the Holy Spiri--

Nurse (interrupting, bending low and whispering): Mayhap not even that! Have ye not heard her?

Priest (looking unorthodoxly interested and gossipy): What's that?

Nurse: For the past few hours, she's been a-yelling.

Priest: What!

Nurse (nodding sagely): Screamin' to the walls, as though they themselves could hear her.

Priest: What does she scream, up there alone in her chamber?

Nurse (leaning in and whispering conspiratorially): It's about beef liver.

Priest: My God! Aherm--My goodness! Beef liver?

Nurse: Aye. It's restin' in her brain--some fool thing she did as a child, I wouldn't wonder.

Priest: But--beef liver?

Nurse, impatiently: How many times do I have to tell you? Ah--I can hear her now.

(They move to the wall, listening closely. From far off, an agonized voice can be heard faintly.)

Taylor (OS): Noo! Take it away! I won't give in! Get it away! The beef liver--it follows me in my dreams...it's alive! Coming to haunt me! Along with Johnny Depp--but that's a good thing. BEEF LIVER! I will not give in! You can torture me, torture me, but I won't give in! TAKE AWAY THE BEEF LIVER! I VANT TO BE ALONE!

(Nurse and Priest exchange loaded glances.)

Taylor (OS) gives off a bloodcurdling shriek: AAAOHHEEEOOOHHHHHIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOEEEHHHHH!!

Followed by a low gurgle: GLGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLHHGLGLLGLGLUULULGLGLGLGLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUg

Nurse to Priest: There she goes. Send the boy for the undertaker.

THE END

Date:	2004-11-02 18:58
Subject:	Salamanders are cool
Security:	Public
Mood:	lalalalalala

What's kind of creepy is that I accidentally switched my computer settings to French--so my computer is on army time and all the commands on the internet are in French. Apparently, je suis actuellemente enregistree comme etant l'utilisateur! If anyone knows what zat mean, help!

I'm in a good mood as reading fanfiction but "gloomy" just sounded so alluring, n'est-ce pas? Like wet leaves whispering along the pavement...a good autumn mood...now I'm becoming creeped out by myself, time to stop...hehehehehehehe

This is my debut livejournal, and therefore in its honor I will explain my Subject. Salamanders are cool because they can withstand a lot of heat--and I think they can live in or near fire, no? All spooky and Halloweeny and electiony well no not electiony but oh well. In future do not expect explanation of Subject.

You know who is gorgeous? Johnny Depp. And Patrick Swayze. Or he was, ages ago. Now he's old and yucky.

Thinking of what else to write...thinking...thinking...

oops i sneezed well no i didn't but i wondered how fast i could type it. sneezed is hard to type.

bye, before i start embarrassing myself