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Here are some random ramblings of a girl that will probably end up in an insane asylum sometime in her near future...Kookookachoo. She loves her Queen, she loves her Beatles and her Who and her Zeppy and her music in general. She loves her writing. She loves love. And she loves you. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

"Grace Kelly"

Earlier, I was thinking of writing a poem, a poem about how I like myself, but how I want to please others, and that sometimes I'm willing to act like something else to gain approval. I almost never feel this way, and haven't ever until recently, but now...I don't know. And it seemed poem worthy. So I was brainstorming, then, all of a sudden, this song started playing in my head: "Grace Kelly" by Mika. First off, I love Mika. He just makes me smile. I don't think he sounds like Freddie Mercury, before you ask.:P But no matter what kind of mood I'm in, listening to his music just makes me really happy.

So, in my head, I started running through the lyrics of "Grace Kelly," and by George, John, Paul, and Ringo, it said exactly what I was going to write in the first place. So I decided: instead of creating a new poem, I'm going to post the lyrics from this fantabulous song, just because I can really relate to them. Here you go.:)

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?

I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I tried a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door?

How can I help it?
How can I help it?
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older
Just to be put on the shelf?

I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I tried a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door?

Say what you want to satisfy yourself,
But you only want what everybody else says you should want.

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door?

...Okay, so on second thought, it doesn't fit me to a tee, but I can still relate. Besides, it's just an absolutely fantasmic song! XD

How I'll end up dying XD

Monday, October 22, 2007

Sorry, but I won't be talking to anybody tomorrow...

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Response to Highlander

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I just knocked this up in about a grand total of thirty minutes, including editing. It's much shorter than the things I usually write, but I still like it. It's for Writing Club at school: we were supposed to write a response to a scene in a movie. So, here it is. I just thought I ought to share.

It’s a lazy Saturday. I’ve finished the brunt of my homework, leaving only a project on Islam and some study questions on Great Expectations for later. My cousin Seth is coming, and I have a million and one things buzzing through my head: clean the bathroom, dust the main room, empty the dishwasher, so on. My mom is leaving to go to Wal-Mart or one of its clones and, despite the fact that my head is so busy, I pop my favorite movie, Highlander, into my temperamental VCR.
I’ve been teased countless times for loving this movie so much. In fact, the number of times I’ve been teased is nearly proportional to the number of times I’ve seen the film. It’s a violent story, very much unlike the cult-classic comedies that I usually watch. However, amongst the blood and gore of a never-ending battle amongst immortals, a tearful subplot with a theme as ageless as time itself unfolds.
In the Scottish highlands, Connor Macleod, one of the immortals, falls in love with a beautiful young woman named Heather. Together, they live what was considered in the sixteenth century a fairly normal life. Their love is as flawless as they could hope for it to be. But, eventually, their love must come to an end.
Connor is lying on his back, holding the frail frame of his bonny Heather. His timeless, forever youthful brown eyes never once leave the aged, wrinkled face of his love, even though she asks him to look away. “Let me die in peace,” she begs, her voice quiet, raspy. In answer, Connor pulls her into a secure embrace, pressing his cheek into her frazzled, white hair.
“I don’t want to die,” Heather confides, clinging to her husband. Weakly, as if her words could anchor her to her failing life, she states the obvious: she wishes she could live with Connor for forever, wishes she could have bourn him children, wishes she didn’t have to go, wishes, wishes, wishes. Connor quells his own emotions just long enough to see her into her afterlife, the one place he can never follow.
“Where are we?” Heather asks, her head resting tiredly against Connor’s chest.
“The highlands, my blossom. Where else?” he answers, a smile playing on his lips. He then describes where they are, then where he wishes that they could be: a place where they could be together forever. Heather holds on to his words for as long as she can, but eventually loses her feeble grip and, in the warm, strong arms of her husband, falls asleep for the last time.
“Good night, my Heather,” Connor whispers tenderly, tears welling in his eyes.
No matter how many times I watch Highlander, no matter how ridiculous the story may seem to others, this scene infallibly rips me apart. Not only is it a tragic happening in itself, but it also reflects what happens to everyone who dares to fall in love. All things die: there is no exception to this. Not even love escapes. Even if a couple resolves to stay together for the rest of their lives, even if they love each other until the day one of them is destined to go on to whatever happens after this lifetime, their love will still die. The memory of their love will linger on for forever: the happiness that it brought as well as the pain. But the love still dies. However, even though this death causes every lover to mourn at some point in his or her life, most would rather have that memory, a memory of feeling a way they had never felt before, than to have never loved at all.

This scene breaks my heart every time I see it. I can identify very strongly with Connor, in a way: even though I have never been loved by someone I love (I mean the love between lovers, not agape or the love for my mother or friends or anything like that), I have felt the pain of losing someone. To be more accurate, I've felt the pain of not ever having that someone. I've loved him since I've found out who he is, and even though he's dead, I cannot let the love die. Well, it can never die: it never lived in the first place. Sad, huh? I try so hard to forget about it, but I never can, atleast not for long. Perhaps I should just stop feeding my love: stop listening to him sing, stop looking at pictures, stop watching him. It's a false love, anyway. He doesn't know who I am. I'm not even the only person like myself, even though I feel like I am. Pathetically enough, I'm in love with a dead man. Still. I'll try not to blog about it anymore; I've said it many times. Repeating it isn't helping. I just wish that there was someone out there that understood. It's not a teenage crush. It's not a celebrity infatuation. It's not a stalker-esque fascination.

I know what it is. I've admitted it. I'm not in denial. I just wish that I could have been given a fighting chance. Maybe I did have one at a point, but I guess I threw it away.

Stupid, stupid Grey.

...

I'm going to go ahead and sign off now before I confide just a little too much. I'm an open person, but there are some things that, well, to be honest, you people don't really need to know. Sorry. Anywho, peace, much love, all that jazz, and I'll try to get back on soon.

Grey

PS: My internet has crapped out: I'm only able to do this by working through the "back door" of my computer. So no picture: I don't want to test my luck too much by logging on to Photobucket. I'll try and pull one up when my computer decides to work 100% again. -_- I hate technology.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

First Concert of the Year

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Sadly, not a rock concert, but still a concert. :) Today, the high school choirs did their first concert of the school year. I'm in intermediate, which is made of mainly sophmores with some freshmen and seniors sprinkled here and there (I BE FRESHMAN AND PROUD!!!!!!!!!!). There were other choirs as well, though. They were all good (especially varsity. Love you guys!), but, of course since I was in intermediate, that's going to be what I focus on. No, I'm not conceited, it's just what I know the most about.

We did three songs: Vere Languores Nostros, Danny Boy, and Reuben Reuben, in that order. We did well: the solos were good, the dynamics were good, and the altos kicked the ever-living crap out of the sopranos (*COUGH*). XD Okay, maybe not, but I thought we altos sounded pretty good.

Okay, so I know I'm loud. I've been told this before. Apparently, I've gotten louder: several people came up to me after the concert, and one person from another choir after our rehearsals (Becca, my crazy, pink-haired friend), and told me that I sounded good. At first, I thought they were just talking about the intermediate choir as a whole, but then they corrected me: they were talking about me, specifically. O_O Yeah. That's the first time that's ever happened. So, I was loud. But I sounded good. I guess that's okay. XD I still can't believe that I stood out like that, though.

And, FYI, before I went on stage and after praying like a madwoman, I closed my eyes, tilted my head upwards, and mouthed, "Freddie, this is for you." No, I wasn't praying to Freddie. :P

Speaking of Freddie...I think it's a sign. I kept encountering that guy from homecoming (I think his name is Shane). Nearly ran into him both times. Didn't talk to him. I was too scared. Me, scared. Imagine that. :P But...yeah. I'm trying to get up the nerve to talk to him. But I'm confused, too...Don't really want to expound here.

Well, I guess I should go now. I've got a little bit of work to do that's due later on in the week, and I want to go ahead and knock some of it out. Oh, and tomorrow's PSATS: wish me luck! :)

Peace,
Grey

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Okay, so I fibbed a little.

I couldn't resist. X3 Here are some Across the Universe trailers for you to whet your appetite. Oh, and Jude is SO mine.










Yep, that, my friends, was shameless advertising. I should get paid for this. XD Anywho, go see it. Seriously. SEE IT. It is AMAZING.

FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Yes, I finally saw it! After months upon months of waiting, false alarms, and stupid theatres in my area refusing to show this lovely film when it came out everywhere else in the bloody country (man, I sound British today), I saw it. It was AWESOME. It was a work of art: everything was beautiful. The acting was good, the story was good, the music was good, the cinematography was good. The only let down was that it had to end. Seriously, go see it! It's very surreal, though: not straight-forward in a lot of its points at all. Oh, and brush up on your Beatles knowledge if you want to catch some of the double meanings of the dialogue:

Sadie: Where'd she come from?
Jude: She came in through the bathroom window.

Like that. It is one of my favourite movies, and I'd love to go see it again! As Sir Paul said, "What's not to like?"

Downside: The idiots behind me and my mom wouldn't shutup through the entire film. Otherwise, I had a great time.

And Canada is officially mental: the main reason that my area hadn't bought the film was because Canada gave it crap reviews. Well, Canada's stupid. In that respect, leastways. :P

Well, I guess that's it on Across the Universe, for now. I don't want to ruin the plot for those that haven't seen it yet. Besides, that would be cheating. Go see the movie: support my favourite billionaire (*coughPAULcough*)! :P

Let's see...Earlier today, I went a little nuts with lovey-dovey images on my Photobucket (that thing is counted among some of my bigger addictions: I have 521 items on there). This is rare for me: I'm not a romantic at all, really. I'm usually the one that's skeptical of it. So I thought I should share these. They're sappy and gooshy and overly-sweet and...well, I like them, so there.
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I'M TURNING INTO LINDSAY!!!!! XD
Hm...And I need to post a Queen pic, too. If you haven't noticed, this blog is no longer entirely Queen. Still loosely (very loosely) Queen based, because, hey, I love them and they're my favourite band in the history of history, but I like other things as well. It would be unnatural if they were all I was interested in, wouldn't it? Yeah...But anyways, here's a Queen pic:
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(Another from Freddie's school days: he's on the back row, third from the right.)

Guess that's it for now. :) I should go: I've got a poster for Spanish to wrap up. Bye bye! Much love to all!
*Note: 529 items now on my Photobucket.

Friday, October 12, 2007

The Search is OVAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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(Freddie's on the far right. This is from his university days, and he was going somewhere with some friends from a pub.)
And I couldn't be happier. XD It just made my day. Remember that guy from homecoming? Well, since then, I've been trying to find out who he is. I'm infatuated with him, to be honest: I don't know if he's a jerk or what, so it's just infatuation. But I've been trying very hard to find out his name. I couldn't ask him: the only time I see him in the day is between my 3rd and 4th period classes in the hallway (In that time, I try to lock eyes with him and smile. I WILL be noticed, darnit!), so I was asking around. Today, I found out his name. :D YAY!!! I'm not quite as pathetic! Quite...hm...I guess it IS pretty sad that I tried that hard just to find his name...Ah, well. I just want to talk to him, at least. I mean, is that too much to ask for? Just talking. I know I have no hope for anything else, anyways. Besides, I have other "interests;" I don't want to tie myself down to one. Not now, anyways. :P

So, yeah! Just thought you should know. I finally found out his name. My reputation has been killed, but I found out his name.

Wait, who am I kidding? I never had a reputation to begin with.

Oh, and guess what? Across the Universe FINALLY came out where I live, and I'm going to go see it tomorrow! :D Kookookachoo.

I also missed John Lennon's birthday. :( Sorry, Johnny. Well, anywho, happy belated birthday!!!!

Love you all! <3

Thursday, October 11, 2007

...Study Abroad?

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(Yeah, that's you and me, Linds. XD)
I don't know. It's just something I've been looking in to. While I'm still young, I want to go to another country, and not just to visit for a week or so, either. I want to live there, immerse myself in the culture, truly experience it. (Yeah, I'm braindead, so I sound melodramatic. Sue me.)

I'll give you three guesses what that country is, and the first two don't count.

Not India (although I'd love to go there for a while, just not live there).
Not Peru.
Not Serbia Montenegro.
Not Bosnia Herzegovina.
Not France.
The UK. Big surprise there, huh?

Yeah. I'm dying to go to the UK. I have been for a while. I don't know, I just seem to be called over there...I've had interests in other countries (Ah...who out of the people I know best can ever forget my infatuations with Russia? Japan? Greece? Italy?), but something's different with this one. I don't know if it's just a really strong infatuation, so I'd like to find out. And studying there would be a perfect way to do so.

I mean, c'mon, I need to get through high school. I can't put that off to skip off to the UK for a few months. But it's pricey. :P I can't do pricey. Poo. Sure, I qualify for every single exchange program I've looked at (and if I don't already, I will within the next year or so), but it's still rather expensive.

Ah, well. For now, it's just a dream. But what a dream it is! X3

Saturday, October 06, 2007

YAY! WEEKEND! FINALLY!

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(Pic of the Day is back!)
And you have NO IDEA how grateful I am for it. This week, I swear to you, I think my teachers were trying to kill me. I've had more tests this week than I've had in a long time, each night I was assigned sickening amounts of homework, I have to read Great Expectations for lit (which isn't that bad, it's just long.), and I have had almost no time to write, except for writing club. So I haven't visited my babies this week. (Note: Yay! Grey-ism time! Okay, when I refer to "my babies," I am referring to the characters of my novels. The novels are my babies' "homes." And, yes, I am sometimes caught talking about them as if they truly exist. I wish they did...Toby would make a great gay best friend...Okay! I'm done! I am ending this long note...NOW.)

Really quick, I want to mention something before I go all ranty, as we know is prone to happen. Remember that guy I mentioned from homecoming, the one that was dancing around with the balloons around his waist that looked like Freddie? Yeah...I haven't been able to find out who he is. It's frustrating the heck out of me. I've asked everyone I know that's gone to my school's homecoming if they know who he is, but nobody does. I'm not stalking him or anything, I just want to know who he is, mainly his name and grade. That's it. I'm not following him or anything. So, if you know who he is, be a pal, please, and tell me. I'd be very much obliged.

Let's see...I've had several things I wanted to blog about this week, but I haven't had the time. So, first things first: Led Zeppelin. They're putting on a show in London on November 16th (I think), and it was the fastest-selling-out show ever: I think it sold out in about 30 seconds. Not hours. Not minutes. Seconds. So, you'd think Zeppy would put on another show after that, right? And an American tour, right? They'd be completely daft not to have an American tour, especially since they dug John Paul freakin' Jones out of the woodworks. But are they? NO! THEY AREN'T! Robert Plant said that they were only doing the one concert. The one! THE ONE!!!!!! And then he said that he's retiring afterwards. He's pulling a Deaky! DON'T PULL A DEAKY, BOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...

I'm sorry about that. It just bugs me that the man's 59, and he's retiring. 59 isn't all that old. Sir Paul McCartney is 65, and he's still touring. Ringo Starr is 67, and he's still touring. Brian May and Pete Townshend are 60, and they're still touring. Roger Daltrey is 63, and he's still touring. And don't even get me started on Bob Dylan and his never ending tour. All old farts, and they're still touring. But Plant won't do an American tour! I have no hope of ever seeing one of my favorite bands live!...Grey not happy.

WHY, BOB?!?!?! WHY????????????????????????

Okay. I'm done with that.

Now I shall give Sir Paul McCartney some kudos. Just within the past day or so, he released a new video to YouTube, called My Ever Present Past. It is AMAZING. I've had it stuck in my head for ages. It isn't now because I'm listening to The Bravery, but aside from that...I've listened to it just this morning about five times in a row (Paul's song, that is). So I thought I ought to embed the video. :) It's really, really good. Short and catchy. Light and poppy. Dancey. Very nice. X3

Let's see...what else...Oh. I wanted to rant about the tests that I've been getting in lit. They're quite yucky. For those of you that don't know, I make mostly A's on tests with a few B's sprinkled here and there, and I get naught but A's on my report cards (disgusting, huh?). Literature is my best subject: I love writing, I love reading. It's one of my passions. I love reading something, picking it apart, figuring its meaning for the way the book struck me. That's what we're supposed to do with what we read, isn't it? Decipher its meaning for ourselves, and not what other people think? Then please, explain to me why, on the multiple-choice bits of the tests I've been getting on the books I've read thus far this year (Fahrenheit 451; Alas, Babylon; A Separate Peace) that they have these opinionated questions with no right or wrong answer? I'll put down what I think on a question like: What was the most important thing that so-and-so character did in the story? And I'll get it wrong because, even though I know the story really well, I don't think the same way the test maker did. It's really annoying! I know I'm over-analytical, but shouldn't that work to my advantage? I've never gotten a D on a lit test before: something's up with these tests. If I hadn't studied, that would have been different, but I had! I read the books, I studied them, I did everything I was supposed to, and yet I got a D on one, a C on the other (I complained about the grade: some of the questions had the wrong answers on the answer key itself. I ended up getting my grade bumped up to a low B), and I don't even want to know what I got on the last one.

>_<

Argh.

Yeah. Had to get that out. :)

Well, guess that's it for now. I hope to get on again soon.

Love you all!

Oh, and I wanted to give a shout out to this blog's most loyal fan, Danny. Hi, Danny! *waves*

Bye bye! <3
 
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