I QUIT. I just fucking QUIT. I am not watching my weight anymore!!!! If I'm a fat fucking bastard, thats fucking okay with me!!!! If I'm a fugly anorexic looking bitch, that's fucking okay, too!!!!! I will not adhere to an idealistic vision of beauty marketed by fashion magazines and negetively reinforced by a society dumb enough to believe that real beauty is only seen on the cover of a magazine. Fuck it!!!!!!!
Now I'm going to eat a fucking bagel and ENJOY IT!!!!!!!! Take that, assholes.
Lots of Love and a Late Merry Christmas to You,
Brii333
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Bra Burning
I was bra/shoe shopping this weekend and the sizes in both departments pissed me off so badly that I have officially decided that I am going to get a ton of people together will all of the bras that never fit right, and we are going to BURN THEM. (I'm picking on bras because at least the shoe department had shoes in my sizes--they just didn't have the ones I wanted.)
Apparently, they seem to think that 34Ds and women with size 10 1/2 feet only wear tennis shoes and sports bras. Really. I like a cute bra as much as the next girl; it makes me feel pretty. So when I go to buy a bra and I find NO 34Ds in the entire 100 square foot area that isn't a sports bra, I get pretty pissed. I had to buy a 36D, which is working out just fine besides for the fact that it's just a little too big around the middle part.
They had pretty bras in sizes for all the way up to 44D, too. This is basically saying that only larger women can have big boobs. I am sick of this!!!!
Not only that, but why do the cute bras always have to come with a thong? Really? I live with people who are fond of giving wedgies--I CANNOT wear a thong. But that's not even the point. Apparently a girl has to be slutty to be pretty, and that pisses me off. Even the cutsie blue-and-white polka dots came with a thong!!!!
I do not have to bow to society's rules of what is and isn't pretty, and I will NOT. I will go braless if I go on another shopping trip and find nothing but sports bras in my size. No lie. I will steal every bra in the Victoria Secret and light them on fire.
AAAAAHHHH!!!!!! It pisses me off more then the helpless little skanks on video games that always get eaten by zombies due to their own stupidity.
I feel better, now.
Apparently, they seem to think that 34Ds and women with size 10 1/2 feet only wear tennis shoes and sports bras. Really. I like a cute bra as much as the next girl; it makes me feel pretty. So when I go to buy a bra and I find NO 34Ds in the entire 100 square foot area that isn't a sports bra, I get pretty pissed. I had to buy a 36D, which is working out just fine besides for the fact that it's just a little too big around the middle part.
They had pretty bras in sizes for all the way up to 44D, too. This is basically saying that only larger women can have big boobs. I am sick of this!!!!
Not only that, but why do the cute bras always have to come with a thong? Really? I live with people who are fond of giving wedgies--I CANNOT wear a thong. But that's not even the point. Apparently a girl has to be slutty to be pretty, and that pisses me off. Even the cutsie blue-and-white polka dots came with a thong!!!!
I do not have to bow to society's rules of what is and isn't pretty, and I will NOT. I will go braless if I go on another shopping trip and find nothing but sports bras in my size. No lie. I will steal every bra in the Victoria Secret and light them on fire.
AAAAAHHHH!!!!!! It pisses me off more then the helpless little skanks on video games that always get eaten by zombies due to their own stupidity.
I feel better, now.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Romeo and Juliet
is my absolute favorite story EVER. It's well written, has a beautiful plot line, the characters have cool names (I mean, Mercutio? Come on! Awesome.), and it pretty much shaped the modern love story. I'm pretty sure that the one line from Shakespeare that everyone knows is "Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?"
Even if people don't understand the incredible symbolism of that line, they at least know that the line symbolises something.
So why do we love Romeo and Juliet? There's something about the story that enchants us. Even though we know it's rediculous to meet someone, fall in love, get married, and kill yourself for them in less then a week, the two lovers represent the kind of love that everyone wants, no matter how much they deny it--the consummate kind of love that brings two people together not through what my friends Tricia and Billie refer to as "Lust at First Site," but through true, complete, love that isn't lust, but a deep spiritual connection.
Romeo and Juliet's love for eachother changes them. Before he meets Juliet, Romeo is a typical young man (for that time). He hangs out with his friends, jokes, goes to parties, not too unlike the way we live. Of course, when we first meet him, he's pining over another beautiful woman, Rosaline, much in the same way a normal boy would pine for a woman he lusts after. As a matter of fact, the Friar says to Romeo when the younger man comes to him about Juliet, "Young men's love, then, lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes." And this is true of Romeo--until he meets Juliet. When he meets her, he not only thinks she's beautiful, but he loves to talk with her, too.
Juliet changes, as well. When she first appears, she is an obedient girl, doing as her parents tell her to. Had Romeo not gone to that party at her father's house, she would have gotten married to Paris, wouldn't have had true love but led a happy life, the same way her mother had. But something changes, and suddenly, she's found something more important to her then simply pleasing her parents and nurse, and she will do anything to keep from losing that. This is why, even though it terrifies her, she is willing to pretend she has died so that she may be banished with Romeo.
So I think that's why we love Romeo and Juliet so much. Even though Romeo completely destroys his own happiness, even though Juliet is willing to hurt her parents and nurse, we wish we could have someone that we could be brave like that for.
Maybe I'm just being stupid, but I believe in that kind of love. I mean, I'm not idiotic enough to think that it's easy to find or that everybody even finds it. But I do believe in it for everyone.
Brii333
"A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorry, will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished,
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
~Romeo and Juliet
~Act V, Scene iii
~The Prince
Even if people don't understand the incredible symbolism of that line, they at least know that the line symbolises something.
So why do we love Romeo and Juliet? There's something about the story that enchants us. Even though we know it's rediculous to meet someone, fall in love, get married, and kill yourself for them in less then a week, the two lovers represent the kind of love that everyone wants, no matter how much they deny it--the consummate kind of love that brings two people together not through what my friends Tricia and Billie refer to as "Lust at First Site," but through true, complete, love that isn't lust, but a deep spiritual connection.
Romeo and Juliet's love for eachother changes them. Before he meets Juliet, Romeo is a typical young man (for that time). He hangs out with his friends, jokes, goes to parties, not too unlike the way we live. Of course, when we first meet him, he's pining over another beautiful woman, Rosaline, much in the same way a normal boy would pine for a woman he lusts after. As a matter of fact, the Friar says to Romeo when the younger man comes to him about Juliet, "Young men's love, then, lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes." And this is true of Romeo--until he meets Juliet. When he meets her, he not only thinks she's beautiful, but he loves to talk with her, too.
Juliet changes, as well. When she first appears, she is an obedient girl, doing as her parents tell her to. Had Romeo not gone to that party at her father's house, she would have gotten married to Paris, wouldn't have had true love but led a happy life, the same way her mother had. But something changes, and suddenly, she's found something more important to her then simply pleasing her parents and nurse, and she will do anything to keep from losing that. This is why, even though it terrifies her, she is willing to pretend she has died so that she may be banished with Romeo.
So I think that's why we love Romeo and Juliet so much. Even though Romeo completely destroys his own happiness, even though Juliet is willing to hurt her parents and nurse, we wish we could have someone that we could be brave like that for.
Maybe I'm just being stupid, but I believe in that kind of love. I mean, I'm not idiotic enough to think that it's easy to find or that everybody even finds it. But I do believe in it for everyone.
Brii333
"A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorry, will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished,
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
~Romeo and Juliet
~Act V, Scene iii
~The Prince
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
If You Don't Like TMI Posts, Don't Read This.
So, yeah. My period. It's acting funny. Meaning...I haven't gotten it for months, and now that I got it, I feel sick. Not just a "oh, I don't feel very good today, I'm going to take a nap and I'll feel better" sort of suck. It's more of an "Oh my god I feel like I'm going to hurl and my head feels like it's going to explode, somebody KILL ME" sort of sick. I don't think that's normal. Maybe I'll go on birth control just to lose the goddamn period. It's not like I'm going to be having sex any time soon...
That's all. Sorry if I made you feel sick by talking about my feeling sick.
xoxo,
Brii333
That's all. Sorry if I made you feel sick by talking about my feeling sick.
xoxo,
Brii333
Monday, November 9, 2009
School
Don't get me wrong, I understand the need to seek knowledge beyond one's own ken. I realize that people need to be taught things, so that we can continue to make the world a better place and rid life of suckiness. HOWEVER, I think that dictating a persons life through how they did in highschool is a MAJOR DICK MOVE!!!!!
Fuck! I know I'm smart, people I'm friends with know I'm at least reasonably smart, but I seriously think that school is just another way to shoot down a student's self esteem and make our lives suck. Because if we do badly in school, it will haunt us for the rest of our lives.
I don't know. Maybe it's just because I still haven't finished that stupid test in American Literature and have had some issues getting some things in. Whatever. I just think that the American school system SUCKS BALLS. :( grrrrr...
Moving on...
2012!!! End of the world!!! bla bla bla bla bla!!! woooo!!! What the fuck? Seriously, I'm having some issues with this whole thing where people are playing up that "OMG THE WORLD'S GOING TO END IN THE YEAR 2012!!!!" load of bullshit. Not that I think it couldn't happen, but they're making freaking money off of it! Really? This is a serious issue!! Nostradamos (spelling?) predicted the end of the world, and all of his other predictions have come true so far. The Mayans and the Incas and the Egyptians are known for having predicted things really well, and they predicted that the world would be destroyed in a catastrophic plethora of earthquakes and volcano eruptions and tsunamis and giant cosmic snakes.
What do you think? Is the world going to end in two years? Or is it all just a load of superstitious bull?
hmm...
Brii333
Fuck! I know I'm smart, people I'm friends with know I'm at least reasonably smart, but I seriously think that school is just another way to shoot down a student's self esteem and make our lives suck. Because if we do badly in school, it will haunt us for the rest of our lives.
I don't know. Maybe it's just because I still haven't finished that stupid test in American Literature and have had some issues getting some things in. Whatever. I just think that the American school system SUCKS BALLS. :( grrrrr...
Moving on...
2012!!! End of the world!!! bla bla bla bla bla!!! woooo!!! What the fuck? Seriously, I'm having some issues with this whole thing where people are playing up that "OMG THE WORLD'S GOING TO END IN THE YEAR 2012!!!!" load of bullshit. Not that I think it couldn't happen, but they're making freaking money off of it! Really? This is a serious issue!! Nostradamos (spelling?) predicted the end of the world, and all of his other predictions have come true so far. The Mayans and the Incas and the Egyptians are known for having predicted things really well, and they predicted that the world would be destroyed in a catastrophic plethora of earthquakes and volcano eruptions and tsunamis and giant cosmic snakes.
What do you think? Is the world going to end in two years? Or is it all just a load of superstitious bull?
hmm...
Brii333
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Klingon is a lot harder then it looks.
I got it into my head that I was going to learn to speak Klingon, and I have determined that I am completely, totally, and utterly insane. I mean, the person who created it was very dedicated, and it has a completely believeable grammar system and alphabet. So, so far, the only thing I kind of know how to say is "Hab SoSll' Quch!" which is an insult that directly translates to "Your mother has a smooth forehead!" (I wanted to be able to insult people in Klingon and not get in trouble, but now that I know what it means I don't think I'll ever be able to say it with a straight face.)
So, I googled a few things and I almost know how to pronounce some stuff, but it's going to take a LOT of work. I think I'm just going to stick with knowing how to pronounce the stuff and just learn a few need-to-know phrases. Some of them are these:
Yes. (answer to yes/no question)-- HIja' or HISlaH
No. (answer to yes/no question)-- ghobe'
Yes, OK, I'll do it.-- lu' or luq
No, don't, I won't.-- Qo'
Hello. (Roughly, "What do you want?")--nuqneH
What's happening?-- qaStaH nuq? Huh? nuqjatlh?
I understand.-- jIyaj
I don't understand.-- jIyajbe'
Good! (expression of satisfaction)--maj
Well done!-- majQa'
Where is the bathroom?-- nuqDaq 'oH puchpa''e'
Come in-- yI'el (to more than one person:--pe'el)
Come here.-- HIghoS
Go away.-- naDevvo' yIghoS (to more than one person-- naDevvo' peghoS)
Open the door!-- lojmIt yIpoSmoH!
Don't be silly.-- yIDoghQo' (to more than one person-- peDoghQo')
Your mother has a smooth forehead!-- Hab SoSlI' Quch! (Note: this is a powerful insult; don't say it to friends.)
Today is a good day to die.-- Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam
We are Klingons!-- tlhIngan maH!
Happy birthday.-- qoSlIj DatIvjaj (to more than one person-- qoSraj botIvjaj)
What time is it?-- 'arlogh Qoylu'pu'? (Literally, "How many times has it [presumably some traditional hour alarm] been heard?")
Shut up!-- bIjatlh 'e' yImev (to more than one person--Sujatlh 'e' yImev)
That's great news!-- buy' ngop (Literally, "The plates are full")
Am I supposed to eat this?-- Dochvam vlSop net plH'a'?
You're hot. Want to make out?-- bl'lHqu'. Ha' maroSchuq?
So if you happen to speak Klingon and have any tips, please share.
Luvz,
Brii333
p.s...Do you think Klingon would be accepted as a foreign language for an application? Hmm...something to think about.
Lady Gaga
So, everyone in the youtube comments are going on and on and on and on about how much they hate Lady Gaga or (in one case) "omg it's GUY Gaga get it right," or Man Gaga Slut Gay Bitch bla bla bla bla bla SHUT UP!!!!!!
For the love of Hermes!!! You would think that all anyone cared about was her supposed "penis" and how she's (I guess) male. For one, she's not male. She's got a little extra fat on her pubic bone and, since she's so thin, it's really easy to see. It is possible to get that surgically removed, but I guess she doesn't care to (and good for her!). It's not a penis, she's not a man. She IS bisexual. You can see this in her videos (especially the one for 'Love Game'). Honestly, in clothes like that, you would be able to see every detail of a penis.
That said, I am going to be very honest and say that I like Lady Gaga. She's very open about who she is and isn't afraid to express her individuality. I think that's awesome.
Also, if you watch a live video of her, she's a very good vocalist.
Alright, I'm done.
Luvz2yew
Brii333
For the love of Hermes!!! You would think that all anyone cared about was her supposed "penis" and how she's (I guess) male. For one, she's not male. She's got a little extra fat on her pubic bone and, since she's so thin, it's really easy to see. It is possible to get that surgically removed, but I guess she doesn't care to (and good for her!). It's not a penis, she's not a man. She IS bisexual. You can see this in her videos (especially the one for 'Love Game'). Honestly, in clothes like that, you would be able to see every detail of a penis.
That said, I am going to be very honest and say that I like Lady Gaga. She's very open about who she is and isn't afraid to express her individuality. I think that's awesome.
Also, if you watch a live video of her, she's a very good vocalist.
Alright, I'm done.
Luvz2yew
Brii333
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Dragon's Loyalty Award
I just recently found out that I received this from Okie (cucullus non facit monachum: http://theokester.blogspot.com/) that I got this. It really made me feel pretty special. (I guess I got it a while ago, I just hadn't had time to look at my blog for a while...)
Anyhoo...
The award is the Dragon's Loyalty Award and it's awarded for 'the loyal fan/commenter, whether the recipiant is a fellow blogger or just someone who follows and comments regularely.'
Here are the rules:
If you have a blog, post it on your blog with a link back to the site who gave it to you.
Leave them a comment on their site, email, ect. to let them know.
Anyhoo...
The award is the Dragon's Loyalty Award and it's awarded for 'the loyal fan/commenter, whether the recipiant is a fellow blogger or just someone who follows and comments regularely.'
Here are the rules:
If you have a blog, post it on your blog with a link back to the site who gave it to you.
Leave them a comment on their site, email, ect. to let them know.
- If you don't have a blog but have a website, Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, or other type of account, post there with a link back.
- Pass this on to 3-10 loyal fans.
So thanks again, Okie (http://theokester.blogspot.com/)
Yay!!!!
Thanks,
Brii333
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Adjectives on a Typewriter
Just a reminder to those of you who haven't checked out my other blog, I have a poetry/pros/essay blog at http://adjectives-on-a-typewriter.blogspot.com/, and I like it a lot when people leave me comments. Constructive criticism is much appreciated.
Even if I don't have time to leave a post every day, I do usually check for comments, and I occasionally respond. :)
So please check out my stuff.
Much love,
Brii333
Even if I don't have time to leave a post every day, I do usually check for comments, and I occasionally respond. :)
So please check out my stuff.
Much love,
Brii333
2 Greek Myths Summerized
Phoenix
It appears that the Greeks took the idea of the Phoenix from the ancient Egyptians, who closely associated the red and gold bird with fire and the sun god Ra. The phoenix is a sacred creature and is said to live for either 500 years. It lived in Phoenicia next to a well and, at dawn every day, it bathed in the well and Helios (or Apollo, depending on the myth) would stop his chariot to listen to it sing.
At the end of its life, the phoenix would build a nest of cinnamon sticks and light them on fire. The bird and the nest would burn to ashes. A baby phoenix would rise from the ashes, and take the ashes of the dead bird in an egg of myrrh and bring it to Heliopolis (City of the Sun).
The Greeks and Romans were the first to call it by the name Phoenix, or φοίνιξ, because of its purple-red and crimson feathers. They and the Romans both pictured it much like a peacock or an eagle.
Orion and Merope
Orion was the son of Poseidon and the gorgon Eurvale. He was a man of gigantic proportions, and a hunter. When he was a young man, Orion fell in love with Merope, daughter of the king Oenopion. Oenopion did not approve of the match, and was rather slow in arranging the marriage. Impatient, Orion raped Merope. Oenopion was furious and decided to take revenge. He got Orion drunk, and when the young man fell asleep, the king put his eyes out and threw him out towards the sea.
Orion wandered about, blind, until Hephaestus, the smith god, saw and took pity on him. Hephaestus gave him a young boy to put on his shoulders as a guide. With this boy, Orion made his way east, where the rising sun restored his sight.
Angry and vengeful, Orion set out to punish Oenopion, but Hephaestus predicted this and built the king a hidden chamber under his palace, where he hid until Orion left out of frustration.
I did tell you I'd put them up after I finished summerizing them...
Anyhow, I love mythology, especially that of Greece and Egypt. Even though it's often violent and morbid, it just shows that the human race has always been violent and morbid. TV didn't make it worse, it just made it more apparent.
A few things I found interesting...
First of all, the Phoenix. There were stories of a Firebird in many cultures--Egypt, Greece, China, Rome...probably more. This shows a point that I've tried to make several times; why couldn't it be true? Humans like to have explainations for things, so why can't they explain why all these cultures, some of whom never met, (although the Greeks, Romans, and Egyptians did meet) manage to have some of the same stories? Vampires, sea serpents (or the kraken), giants... you get my drift...
Also, Merope--The name Merope means 'beautiful,' or something like it. In Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, we learn that Voldemort's mother's name was Merope Gaunt. I find it interesting how Rowling took someone so ugly (eyes facing two different directions, dirty, ect.) have a name that means 'beautiful.' Actually, quite a few of the names in the Harry Potter series comes from mythology. Just a random train of thought I thought I'd post...
ttfn,
Brii333
It appears that the Greeks took the idea of the Phoenix from the ancient Egyptians, who closely associated the red and gold bird with fire and the sun god Ra. The phoenix is a sacred creature and is said to live for either 500 years. It lived in Phoenicia next to a well and, at dawn every day, it bathed in the well and Helios (or Apollo, depending on the myth) would stop his chariot to listen to it sing.
At the end of its life, the phoenix would build a nest of cinnamon sticks and light them on fire. The bird and the nest would burn to ashes. A baby phoenix would rise from the ashes, and take the ashes of the dead bird in an egg of myrrh and bring it to Heliopolis (City of the Sun).
The Greeks and Romans were the first to call it by the name Phoenix, or φοίνιξ, because of its purple-red and crimson feathers. They and the Romans both pictured it much like a peacock or an eagle.
Orion and Merope
Orion was the son of Poseidon and the gorgon Eurvale. He was a man of gigantic proportions, and a hunter. When he was a young man, Orion fell in love with Merope, daughter of the king Oenopion. Oenopion did not approve of the match, and was rather slow in arranging the marriage. Impatient, Orion raped Merope. Oenopion was furious and decided to take revenge. He got Orion drunk, and when the young man fell asleep, the king put his eyes out and threw him out towards the sea.
Orion wandered about, blind, until Hephaestus, the smith god, saw and took pity on him. Hephaestus gave him a young boy to put on his shoulders as a guide. With this boy, Orion made his way east, where the rising sun restored his sight.
Angry and vengeful, Orion set out to punish Oenopion, but Hephaestus predicted this and built the king a hidden chamber under his palace, where he hid until Orion left out of frustration.
I did tell you I'd put them up after I finished summerizing them...
Anyhow, I love mythology, especially that of Greece and Egypt. Even though it's often violent and morbid, it just shows that the human race has always been violent and morbid. TV didn't make it worse, it just made it more apparent.
A few things I found interesting...
First of all, the Phoenix. There were stories of a Firebird in many cultures--Egypt, Greece, China, Rome...probably more. This shows a point that I've tried to make several times; why couldn't it be true? Humans like to have explainations for things, so why can't they explain why all these cultures, some of whom never met, (although the Greeks, Romans, and Egyptians did meet) manage to have some of the same stories? Vampires, sea serpents (or the kraken), giants... you get my drift...
Also, Merope--The name Merope means 'beautiful,' or something like it. In Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, we learn that Voldemort's mother's name was Merope Gaunt. I find it interesting how Rowling took someone so ugly (eyes facing two different directions, dirty, ect.) have a name that means 'beautiful.' Actually, quite a few of the names in the Harry Potter series comes from mythology. Just a random train of thought I thought I'd post...
ttfn,
Brii333
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Catch Up
It's been an aweful long time since I've updated my blog. :P Unfortunately, my internet time is much limited since Mom put her foot down about my going to Dad's house every weekend. Also, since school started back up now, I've been UBER busy. With the combination of my new status as Junior, lots of homework, art club, FCCLA, and practice for solo competition/All-State Choir try-out preprations, I'm pretty busy. I also have a very long booklist to start on; I just finished reading "Geektastic: Stories from the Nerd Herd" (which was excellent) and am now reading "A Journy to the Center of the Earth" (which is...interesting). I'm thinking to join Knowledge Bowl, too, I just don't know if my distracted brain is full of enough random knowledge to do that.
I also just started a beginner jazz/ballet/tap dance class for teenagers, and it's pretty difficult...for someone who hasn't had a Phy Ed. class since the nineth grade.
But...my classes are good. There's the usual--geography, geometry, American literature... but all the rest are electives!!! This semester I'm taking Psychology, which is fascinating even if it is insanely difficult; Choir, which is as easy as usual, even if it is fun; Mythology, which I happen to be doing the homework for right now (I'll post my summerizations of the Pheonix and Orion and Merope stories when I finish); and then there's Drawing and Design. That last one is not as easy as it sounds. The self-portrait part was hell (I've never been one to stare into a mirror studying my features more then necessary), so I just guessed at what I look like and then changed it up a lot. Mrs. B can't fail me--I followed all the requirements with shading and preportions. So what if I filled the eyes in completely black and made my hair look as if it were being woven by a ginormous spider?
Hmm...what else...not much...
Oh!
I've got some more things put up on the Teen Ink web site. If you'd like to vote for any of my poetry/prose/whatever it is, pleeeease do so...
http://www.teenink.com/mystuff.php?act=mywork
Lurvz2AllUvYew,
Brii333
I also just started a beginner jazz/ballet/tap dance class for teenagers, and it's pretty difficult...for someone who hasn't had a Phy Ed. class since the nineth grade.
But...my classes are good. There's the usual--geography, geometry, American literature... but all the rest are electives!!! This semester I'm taking Psychology, which is fascinating even if it is insanely difficult; Choir, which is as easy as usual, even if it is fun; Mythology, which I happen to be doing the homework for right now (I'll post my summerizations of the Pheonix and Orion and Merope stories when I finish); and then there's Drawing and Design. That last one is not as easy as it sounds. The self-portrait part was hell (I've never been one to stare into a mirror studying my features more then necessary), so I just guessed at what I look like and then changed it up a lot. Mrs. B can't fail me--I followed all the requirements with shading and preportions. So what if I filled the eyes in completely black and made my hair look as if it were being woven by a ginormous spider?
Hmm...what else...not much...
Oh!
I've got some more things put up on the Teen Ink web site. If you'd like to vote for any of my poetry/prose/whatever it is, pleeeease do so...
http://www.teenink.com/mystuff.php?act=mywork
Lurvz2AllUvYew,
Brii333
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Harry Potter Withdrawls...
I find myself going through severe J.K. Rowling withdrawls. This happens sometimes if it's been a while since a new book or movie came out. (Except then I watch a movie and have to go read one of the books because it's just NOT THE SAME.) Only this time, it's WAYYYY worse.
Why is it worse, you might be asking? Well, I will tell you; it's worse because THERE'S NO MORE BOOKS TO WRITE!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! **insert unintelligable choking noise here**
My mother's girlfriend gave me a copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets in second grade. I started reading it the summer after, and I was hooked. I remember being upset because my dad wouldn't let me finish it until I read The Sorceror's Stone, so I read that one in about a week (pretty good for an eight-year-old). That summer led to a four-year-long, rabidly focused obsession. (Seriously, ask anyone who knew me in elementary school. It was completely and totally rediculous, but you couldn't tell me that: I would've bitten your head off.) In seventh grade, it died down a little bit...mostly.
Annnnyhoo, I had to get some of that out of my system...
Now, on the subject of whatever J.K. is going to write next...
I think that she should write it on one of Harry's and Ginny's children--maybe Albus. It seems to me that, what with all the work that she put into the wizarding world and Hogwarts, it would be a waste not to keep using it.
Lemme know what you think.
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus,**
Brii333
**if you think you know what the answer is, put it in the comments!!! the prize for the ones to get it right is the satisfaction of knowing that you guessed the correct answer.
Why is it worse, you might be asking? Well, I will tell you; it's worse because THERE'S NO MORE BOOKS TO WRITE!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! **insert unintelligable choking noise here**
My mother's girlfriend gave me a copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets in second grade. I started reading it the summer after, and I was hooked. I remember being upset because my dad wouldn't let me finish it until I read The Sorceror's Stone, so I read that one in about a week (pretty good for an eight-year-old). That summer led to a four-year-long, rabidly focused obsession. (Seriously, ask anyone who knew me in elementary school. It was completely and totally rediculous, but you couldn't tell me that: I would've bitten your head off.) In seventh grade, it died down a little bit...mostly.
Annnnyhoo, I had to get some of that out of my system...
Now, on the subject of whatever J.K. is going to write next...
I think that she should write it on one of Harry's and Ginny's children--maybe Albus. It seems to me that, what with all the work that she put into the wizarding world and Hogwarts, it would be a waste not to keep using it.
Lemme know what you think.
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus,**
Brii333
**if you think you know what the answer is, put it in the comments!!! the prize for the ones to get it right is the satisfaction of knowing that you guessed the correct answer.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Halestorm, Chevelle, Shinedown, Staind, Kelly
Last month, I went to go see Halestorm, Chevelle, Shinedown, and Staind all Perform live in Brookings, South Dakota. Here's my notes...
HALESTORM:: While they were the least popular band to perform at the show, They were incredibly talented and entertaining to watch. They got everyone in the stadium involved in the show, and the singer, Lzzy, was both sexy and talented. When I met them briefly while getting their autographs after the show, I discovered that they were actually really nice people, as well. While their lyrics are quite...um...naughty, I would definately reccomend getting their album.
www.halestormrocks.com
CHEVELLE:: This is actually the band I went to the concert to see; I'd never really listened to the other three before. I was slightly disappointed. They sounded nearly exactly as they had on their albums, only less exciting. While the lyrics in their songs are pretty good, the guitar, bass, and drums are all rather medeocre and they don't do much interesting on stage.
SHINEDOWN:: I hadn't really listened to Shinedown much, and I'd only heard what's on the radio. I wasn't too excited about that part, except for that I'd have something to brag about. I was immensly surprised to learn that, not only are they much better musicians then their popular songs would let on, they put on a great show!!! They had every single person in the entire stadium jumping up and down and singing along, even me (which would've been embarrassing if I hadn've been having so much fun) and my 48 year old dad. If you like Rock music and enjoy a good moshpit, I would definately reccomend Shinedown.
STAIND:: It was supposed to be the biggest band there. However, after Shinedown finished, Staind was...well, boring. I won't deny that they are excellent musicians, and the guitarist was rather entertaining to watch (he looked like he was going to break his neck from all the headbanging), but they needed to do a LOT more to live up to the expectations. I wasn't on the floor, so I got a kick out of watching everybody else crowd-surf. In my personal opinion, it's a sad occurance when it's more interesting watching the crowd then the band.
And then, yesterday, I went to the Minnesota State Fair so that I could go see Kelly Clarkson with Dad. I'm not a big fan of Kelly's earlier music, but the further she gets from her American Idol days, the better she gets, and, having liked her latest album quite a bit, was pretty excited. I was to be extremely disappointed when she cancelled due to illness. Which is lame, because I could hear the sound check from where I was eating my super-huge bucket of french fries.
My dad was more disappointed then I was, though. He's got a little bit of a crush on her.
Well...ttyl.
Brii333
HALESTORM:: While they were the least popular band to perform at the show, They were incredibly talented and entertaining to watch. They got everyone in the stadium involved in the show, and the singer, Lzzy, was both sexy and talented. When I met them briefly while getting their autographs after the show, I discovered that they were actually really nice people, as well. While their lyrics are quite...um...naughty, I would definately reccomend getting their album.
www.halestormrocks.com
CHEVELLE:: This is actually the band I went to the concert to see; I'd never really listened to the other three before. I was slightly disappointed. They sounded nearly exactly as they had on their albums, only less exciting. While the lyrics in their songs are pretty good, the guitar, bass, and drums are all rather medeocre and they don't do much interesting on stage.
SHINEDOWN:: I hadn't really listened to Shinedown much, and I'd only heard what's on the radio. I wasn't too excited about that part, except for that I'd have something to brag about. I was immensly surprised to learn that, not only are they much better musicians then their popular songs would let on, they put on a great show!!! They had every single person in the entire stadium jumping up and down and singing along, even me (which would've been embarrassing if I hadn've been having so much fun) and my 48 year old dad. If you like Rock music and enjoy a good moshpit, I would definately reccomend Shinedown.
STAIND:: It was supposed to be the biggest band there. However, after Shinedown finished, Staind was...well, boring. I won't deny that they are excellent musicians, and the guitarist was rather entertaining to watch (he looked like he was going to break his neck from all the headbanging), but they needed to do a LOT more to live up to the expectations. I wasn't on the floor, so I got a kick out of watching everybody else crowd-surf. In my personal opinion, it's a sad occurance when it's more interesting watching the crowd then the band.
And then, yesterday, I went to the Minnesota State Fair so that I could go see Kelly Clarkson with Dad. I'm not a big fan of Kelly's earlier music, but the further she gets from her American Idol days, the better she gets, and, having liked her latest album quite a bit, was pretty excited. I was to be extremely disappointed when she cancelled due to illness. Which is lame, because I could hear the sound check from where I was eating my super-huge bucket of french fries.
My dad was more disappointed then I was, though. He's got a little bit of a crush on her.
Well...ttyl.
Brii333
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Quick Catch-Up
Heeeeeeey, been awhile since I've written, don't have much to say, but I thought I'd update you on my very abnormally busy summer.
1) Play practices. The summer production of Fiddler on the Roof is amazing, I absolutely love it. I know, I know, I love the school musicals, too, BUUUT, these people don't pick favorites. And they like me. And everybody actually wants to be there and likes singing and likes acting.
2) babysitting. I hate it. Annika, the eight year old, and Natalie, the twelve year old, fight A LOT. seriously, my brother and I have NOTHING on them. they get violent. very violent. And Annika likes to stick her feet in my mouth. :P iiiickkkeeeeeeeeeeeee. well, she doesn't usually succeed, but she tries. I end up with feet on my face. **shudders** the only reason I'm still there is because I get thirty dollars a day, twice a week.
3) working at the store. My mom's jewelry store is better then babysitting, though I don't get paid quite as well in the store as I do for watching the girls. (five bucks an hour.) All my money from the store goes into first, an acoustic bass (that bass is beautiful. BEAUTIFUL. It must be mine.), which costs five hundred dollars (two hundred left to go), and one hundred dollars left to go for that awesome, three hundred dollar camera. I got a HUGE discount on both, actually. **sigh** if only I didn't love music and photography so much. maybe I could do prints and sell photos on ebay...
4) I signed up for dance lessons, which won't start until September, but I still have to figure out how I'm going to fit all this stuff, pluss art classes, plus play practices, plus vocal lessons all in.
anyhoo, that's what's up.
also, just a reminder that you guys should check out my other blog.
http://adjectives-on-a-typewriter.blogspot.com/
LUVZ2YEW
MUAH!
Brii333
1) Play practices. The summer production of Fiddler on the Roof is amazing, I absolutely love it. I know, I know, I love the school musicals, too, BUUUT, these people don't pick favorites. And they like me. And everybody actually wants to be there and likes singing and likes acting.
2) babysitting. I hate it. Annika, the eight year old, and Natalie, the twelve year old, fight A LOT. seriously, my brother and I have NOTHING on them. they get violent. very violent. And Annika likes to stick her feet in my mouth. :P iiiickkkeeeeeeeeeeeee. well, she doesn't usually succeed, but she tries. I end up with feet on my face. **shudders** the only reason I'm still there is because I get thirty dollars a day, twice a week.
3) working at the store. My mom's jewelry store is better then babysitting, though I don't get paid quite as well in the store as I do for watching the girls. (five bucks an hour.) All my money from the store goes into first, an acoustic bass (that bass is beautiful. BEAUTIFUL. It must be mine.), which costs five hundred dollars (two hundred left to go), and one hundred dollars left to go for that awesome, three hundred dollar camera. I got a HUGE discount on both, actually. **sigh** if only I didn't love music and photography so much. maybe I could do prints and sell photos on ebay...
4) I signed up for dance lessons, which won't start until September, but I still have to figure out how I'm going to fit all this stuff, pluss art classes, plus play practices, plus vocal lessons all in.
anyhoo, that's what's up.
also, just a reminder that you guys should check out my other blog.
http://adjectives-on-a-typewriter.blogspot.com/
LUVZ2YEW
MUAH!
Brii333
Sunday, June 21, 2009
New Blogger Among Us!!!!! :D
J.G. Sexton, a writer of stories he calls the 'Jason Horde Mysteries,' has joined blogger. After reading his first blog entry, which was just sort of an introduction, I've deduced that he's a pretty cool guy. You should totally go check him out... Except for Okie, cuz he already checked it out and I learned about it from him. But all the rest of my adoring fans should go look. He's holding a contest...I don't have it right in front of me, because I closed out of it. Crap.... Well, since I don't have the contest details, you should go to his blog and check it out. ;) ;) ;)
http://jasonhordemysteries.blogspot.com/
Go. I'm using my Nerdfighteria Powers of Awesome to make you click on that link.... clickey, clickeeey... You know you want to...
and be sure to mention me in a comment and say I sent you. :) Pleeeease?
Muahahahahahaa!!!!!
Brii333
http://jasonhordemysteries.blogspot.com/
Go. I'm using my Nerdfighteria Powers of Awesome to make you click on that link.... clickey, clickeeey... You know you want to...
and be sure to mention me in a comment and say I sent you. :) Pleeeease?
Muahahahahahaa!!!!!
Brii333
Saturday, June 20, 2009
TV Corporations $$$ (aka Greedy Bastards)
All I want to do is watch the first season of NCIS, so that I can see how it started out and bla bla bla. That's it. But, noooo, CBS has to be fucking greedy and say, "No, this takes moulah away from US, so you can't just watch the damn video on the internet, even though places like Hulu actually found a way to get money from it! We can't allow that!"
Okay, I just want to watch my favorite tv shows, right? Because of the digital switch, my family is television-less. All we have are my brother's ps2 and a broken vcr. (the dvd part doesn't work.) I've been stuck watching old VHS tapes like Where the Heart is and Star Trek because we have NO TV.
It's not like I watched a ton of TV before... NCIS and The Mentalist on Tuesdays and Criminal Minds on Wednesdays. Most of the time, I prefer to read. However, I'm in sore need for a trip to the bookstore, and I can't find that overdue book I owe the library, so I'm out of reading material.
So I just started looking on the internet for places I could watch the first seasons of NCIS and Criminal Minds. Can I find them? NO!!!!!!
I NEED MY MURDER SHOW FIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where else am I supposed to learn from about different types of poisons from Ducky, or get random trivia from Dr. Spencer Ried? and The Mentalist!!!!! How can I live without seeing Patrick Jane hypnotise someone every once in a while?
Okay, I'm exaggerating. I can survive without. But really!!! Do they have to make it so damn difficult????????????? For the love of Hermes!!!!!!!!!!
grrrrrrrr...
Brii333
Okay, I just want to watch my favorite tv shows, right? Because of the digital switch, my family is television-less. All we have are my brother's ps2 and a broken vcr. (the dvd part doesn't work.) I've been stuck watching old VHS tapes like Where the Heart is and Star Trek because we have NO TV.
It's not like I watched a ton of TV before... NCIS and The Mentalist on Tuesdays and Criminal Minds on Wednesdays. Most of the time, I prefer to read. However, I'm in sore need for a trip to the bookstore, and I can't find that overdue book I owe the library, so I'm out of reading material.
So I just started looking on the internet for places I could watch the first seasons of NCIS and Criminal Minds. Can I find them? NO!!!!!!
I NEED MY MURDER SHOW FIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where else am I supposed to learn from about different types of poisons from Ducky, or get random trivia from Dr. Spencer Ried? and The Mentalist!!!!! How can I live without seeing Patrick Jane hypnotise someone every once in a while?
Okay, I'm exaggerating. I can survive without. But really!!! Do they have to make it so damn difficult????????????? For the love of Hermes!!!!!!!!!!
grrrrrrrr...
Brii333
Little Brother Problems
My eleven year old brother, Sky, is driving me absolutely insane. Seriously. That kid is the biggest smart-ass I've ever met...besides for maybe my dad. The problem is, Skylar doesn't understand when it's okay to be a smart-ass, and when he needs to shut up. If he gets in trouble for something and Mom tells him to sit down (so she can yell at him, of course), he'll sit down EXACTLY where he is rather then the chair she's pointing at, so he's sat on the floor in the bathroom for long periods of time, responding to Mom with an "I can't, you told me to sit down," every time she tells him to "Come here!" **rips hair out by roots** and he does this sort of thing ALL THE TIME. He thinks it's FUNNY. It was funny the first couple of times, but now it just makes me want to take him and throw him out a window. And I'm usually a very non-violent person.
How do I deal with this? Every time I tell or ask him ANYTHING, it's always taken so literally! I've gotten to the point where I'll even almost look forward to going to my babysitting job (where I get sat on and feet shoved in my mouth and screamed at and messes get made that I have to clean up because apparently 12-year-olds and eight-year-olds are unable to clean up after themselves) rather then stay at home! How do I get him to treat myself and my mother and Tamie with some measure of respect? He acts like he's in charge of US, rather then the other way around. And Mom LETS him!!!!!! GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just because he's the precious younger child that takes after her more then I do doesn't mean ANYTHING!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How do I deal with this? Every time I tell or ask him ANYTHING, it's always taken so literally! I've gotten to the point where I'll even almost look forward to going to my babysitting job (where I get sat on and feet shoved in my mouth and screamed at and messes get made that I have to clean up because apparently 12-year-olds and eight-year-olds are unable to clean up after themselves) rather then stay at home! How do I get him to treat myself and my mother and Tamie with some measure of respect? He acts like he's in charge of US, rather then the other way around. And Mom LETS him!!!!!! GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just because he's the precious younger child that takes after her more then I do doesn't mean ANYTHING!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
New Blog
Yeah, I just went ahead with it and did another blog, which will be full of poetry, essays, and short stories.
I wasn't sure what to call it, other then just 'Brii's Poetry and Essays,' so the subtitle is from the Cake song 'Shadow Stabbing.' ("Adjectives on a typewriter, he moves his words like a prize fighter," except I changed it to "moving words like a prize-fighter.")
Check it out!
http://adjectives-on-a-typewriter.blogspot.com/
Lovez to all of You,
Brii333
I wasn't sure what to call it, other then just 'Brii's Poetry and Essays,' so the subtitle is from the Cake song 'Shadow Stabbing.' ("Adjectives on a typewriter, he moves his words like a prize fighter," except I changed it to "moving words like a prize-fighter.")
Check it out!
http://adjectives-on-a-typewriter.blogspot.com/
Lovez to all of You,
Brii333
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Memorizing Shakespeare/Another Blog?
So...It's my goal in life to play Juliet in Romeo and Juliet someday, and so I'm working on memorizing her parts, bit by bit...Not starting at the beginning, just picking peices from all over.
I figure if I type this long speech out, I'll remember it better. I've only got like, the first eight lines.
So here you are...
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
And almost freezes up the heat of life.
I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Nurs!--What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Come, vial.
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?
No, no! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.
[lies down a dagger]
What if it be a poison which the friar
Subtly hath minist'red to have me dead,
Lest in this marriage he should be dischonored
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear it is; and yet methinks it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man.
How if, when I am laid in the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? There's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Or, if I live, is it not very like
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place--
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle
Where for this many hundred years the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packed;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort--
Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
So early waking--what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad--
O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environèd with all these hideous fears,
And play madly with my forefathers' joints,
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud,
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone
As with a club dash out my desp'rate brains?
O, look! Methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, I drink to thee.
[She falls upon her bed within the curtains]
I love this play. LOVE IT! 'Tis my favorite Shakespeare work, and is among my favorite books on my desk-shelf. (Meaning it's NOT with the rest of my books in my bookshelf, instead it's where I can just reach over and grab it.)
Well...I'll probably be putting more stuff in here from Romeo and Juliet at a later date.
Oh yes, and I'm toying with the idea of putting up another blog to put up stories and poems in. I've been putting together a list of the pros and cons of this, but I'm still not sure. I probably wouldn't update it as often as I do this one, and I would have a lot more poems then stories. I could put essays in it, which I happen to have quite a few of... But would anyone read it? That is the question...would it be worth it? And I'm also afraid of the idea of plagarism--I'm absolutely terrified of my work being stolen. I work hard at it, and I don't want to have that work exploited without my knowledge.
So what do you think? ANY advice would be wonderful, please.
xoxo,
Brii333
I figure if I type this long speech out, I'll remember it better. I've only got like, the first eight lines.
So here you are...
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
And almost freezes up the heat of life.
I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Nurs!--What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Come, vial.
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?
No, no! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.
[lies down a dagger]
What if it be a poison which the friar
Subtly hath minist'red to have me dead,
Lest in this marriage he should be dischonored
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear it is; and yet methinks it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man.
How if, when I am laid in the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? There's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Or, if I live, is it not very like
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place--
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle
Where for this many hundred years the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packed;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort--
Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
So early waking--what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad--
O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environèd with all these hideous fears,
And play madly with my forefathers' joints,
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud,
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone
As with a club dash out my desp'rate brains?
O, look! Methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, I drink to thee.
[She falls upon her bed within the curtains]
I love this play. LOVE IT! 'Tis my favorite Shakespeare work, and is among my favorite books on my desk-shelf. (Meaning it's NOT with the rest of my books in my bookshelf, instead it's where I can just reach over and grab it.)
Well...I'll probably be putting more stuff in here from Romeo and Juliet at a later date.
Oh yes, and I'm toying with the idea of putting up another blog to put up stories and poems in. I've been putting together a list of the pros and cons of this, but I'm still not sure. I probably wouldn't update it as often as I do this one, and I would have a lot more poems then stories. I could put essays in it, which I happen to have quite a few of... But would anyone read it? That is the question...would it be worth it? And I'm also afraid of the idea of plagarism--I'm absolutely terrified of my work being stolen. I work hard at it, and I don't want to have that work exploited without my knowledge.
So what do you think? ANY advice would be wonderful, please.
xoxo,
Brii333
Friday, May 29, 2009
Eric Clapton (An Essay)
Eric Clapton is an English blues-rock guitarist-singer-songwriter-composer. With a Silver Clef Award, six Grammies, and CBE of the Order of the British Empire, he has reached number four in the Rolling Stone magazine’s Top Hundred Best Guitarists list and number fifty-three on their “Immortals: Top Hundred Best Artists of All Time” list. Still, with all that, very few young people today listen to Eric Clapton, blues guitar-god and music genius. So who is the man behind the music, and what has happened in his life to make his art so influential?
Eric Patrick Clapton was born on March 30, 1945, to Patricia Molly Clapton, a seventeen year old in Ripley, Surrey, and Edward Walter Fryer, a twenty-five year old soldier from Quebec. Fryer went to war just before Clapton was born, and returned home to Canada after that. Meanwhile, Clapton grew up with his grandparents and mother, believing his grandparents to be his parents and his mother to be his older sister. Several years later, his mother married another Canadian soldier and moved to Canada, leaving her son with his grandparents.
Clapton received his first guitar for his thirteenth birthday, an acoustic Hoyer, and found the steel-stringed instrument to be very difficult. He nearly gave up, but was influenced by blues artists of the time and practiced for hours trying to learn chords and copy the style of guitarists he listened to on his tape recorder.
After school in 1961, Clapton began studies at the Kingston College of Art, but was dismissed after the first year of school because he wanted to keep his focus in music. He played in public places for tips, and joined his first band when he was seventeen, a group called “The Roosters”. He left them in 1963.
This was about when he joined The Yardbirds, where he began to listen to blues artists from Chicago, including Buddy Guy and B.B. King. He formed a distinctive style and was soon talked about all over as one of the most promising guitarists in the British music scene. They first toured England with Sonny Boy Williamson Jr., and just after Clapton left the band in 1965, The Yardbirds had their first major single, “For Your Love.” It was during this time that he gained the nickname “Slowhand,” as a joke because he was such a fast guitar player. It was also during Clapton’s time with The Yardbirds that he became good friends with George Harrison of The Beatles, a friendship that resulted in Clapton playing guitar on the Beatle’s White Album in the song “While My Guitar Gently Weeps,” and many other Clapton appearances on Harrison’s solo albums.
A year after he left The Yardbirds, Clapton started his first ‘power trio’ band, called Cream. Cream consisted of bassist Jack Bruce, drummer Ginger Baker, and Clapton himself. This is when Clapton started to hone his talents as a singer and songwriter, though most of the singing and writing was done by Bruce. It was with Cream that Clapton had his first appearance in the U.S.—“For Your Love” made it to the American Top Ten after Clapton had already left The Yardbirds. He became good friends with his ‘rival guitarist,’ Jimi Hendrix.
Cream’s music style varied, from soul-pop song “I Feel Free” to their bluesy instrumentals such as “Spoonful.” They quickly became popular, selling millions of records in both the U.S. and U.K. Although the super group was declared the “best of their day,” Cream was to be short-lived. Fighting between Bruce and Baker caused tensions among the three that led to Cream’s farewell album, aptly named “Goodbye.” In 1968, just two years after their birth and just before “Goodbye” was released, Cream disbanded. The only Cream reunions were in 1993, at their induction to the Hall of Fame, and a full-scale reunion in 2005, which consisted of four sold-out concerts in London and three more in New York.
Between 1969 and 1970, Clapton played in two more temporary bands, Blind Faith first, followed by Delaney and Bonnie and Friends. He also recorded his first, self-titled solo album, and played with several other artists, including Dr. John, Leon Russell, Billy Preston, Ringo Starr, and Plastic Ono Band.
Next, in 1970, came Derek and the Dominos. This name was reportedly an accident, when the original name Erik and the Dynamos was misread. It was during his time with Derek and the Dominos that Clapton fell in love with his good friend George Harrison’s wife, Pattie Boyd. She spurned his advances, and this was the inspiration for the Dominos album Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs. This album contained Derek and the Dominos’ explosive single, “Layla.”
Clapton’s success as a musician masked his personal life, which was made increasingly difficult by drug and alcohol addiction. In 1971, he quit touring to hide at his residence in Surrey, where he indulged in heroin, cocaine, and alcohol. He kicked the habit with the help of Pete Townsend of The Who, and by 1974 he had kicked his Heroin habit and was dating Pattie, though the two of them didn’t marry until 1979. He continued to drink heavily. Hit singles such as “I Shot the Sheriff,” “Wonderful Tonight,” and “Cocaine,” came out, and brought Clapton to number one on the charts time and time again. “I Shot the Sheriff” was particularly influential in bringing reggae music to the forefront, and brought artist Bob Marley to a bigger audience.
The eighties saw Clapton performing on Pink Floyd’s Roger Waters’ solo album The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking and producing more solo albums of his own. Journeyman included collaborative works with George Harrison, Phil Collins, Daryl Hall, Chaka Khan, Mick Jones, David Sanborn and Robert Cray.
In 1984, Clapton began a relationship with studio sound assistant Yvonne Kelly, which resulted in his ‘secret daughter,’ Ruth. Boyd and Clapton finally divorced in 1989 after another affair with italian model Lori del Santo, which resulted in another child, Conor. Boyd had been unable to bear children, and reportedly ‘criticized’ Clapton’s keeping Ruth a secret until 1991.
In August of 1990, while touring with Stevie Ray Vaughn, their helecopter crashed and two members of the road crew, plus Vaughn, died in the accident. A year later, tragedy struck again when four year old Conor fell from the 53rd story apartment window where he was living with his mother. This resulted in the song ‘Tears in Heaven,’ a song expressing Clapton’s grief, cowritten by Will Jennings. That song alone won him six grammies that year.
In 1994, Clapton had a brief relationship with Cheryl Crow, and in 1999, at the age of 54, he met 23 year old store clerk Melia McEnery, whom he married in 2002. The two had three daughters, Julia Rose (2001), Ella May (2003), and Sophie Belle (2005).
Clapton’s grandparents eventually told him the truth about his parentage, and his lack of knowledge about his father was an apparent source of anxiety for him. Then, in 2007, with the help of benevolant journalist Michael Woloshuck, he found was able to get some more information about Edward Walter Fryer, born 1920 and died 1985. A saxaphone and piano player, he was a drifter who had several wives and a few children, apparently unaware that he was the father of Eric Clapton.
Eric “Slowhand” Clapton: well known guitarist, singer, and composer. When Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, George Harrison, Stevie Ray Vaughn, John Lennon, and others fell victim to drugs and accidents, Clapton managed to survive drug addiction, alcoholism, and tragedy. His style has influenced many artists, such as Jonny Lang and Bob Marley, and he has performed with members of The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Queen, and The Who. His music will continue to be popular among blues fans, and influence other musicians in the future.
Yeah...Had to write that for my music teacher, because I was unavailable to sing with the Choir for graduation. I figured, well, since I had to write a paper anyway, I'd ask for constructive criticism.
So constructive criticism on what was wrong/write/could've-been-better would be appreciated.
thanks,
Brii333
Eric Patrick Clapton was born on March 30, 1945, to Patricia Molly Clapton, a seventeen year old in Ripley, Surrey, and Edward Walter Fryer, a twenty-five year old soldier from Quebec. Fryer went to war just before Clapton was born, and returned home to Canada after that. Meanwhile, Clapton grew up with his grandparents and mother, believing his grandparents to be his parents and his mother to be his older sister. Several years later, his mother married another Canadian soldier and moved to Canada, leaving her son with his grandparents.
Clapton received his first guitar for his thirteenth birthday, an acoustic Hoyer, and found the steel-stringed instrument to be very difficult. He nearly gave up, but was influenced by blues artists of the time and practiced for hours trying to learn chords and copy the style of guitarists he listened to on his tape recorder.
After school in 1961, Clapton began studies at the Kingston College of Art, but was dismissed after the first year of school because he wanted to keep his focus in music. He played in public places for tips, and joined his first band when he was seventeen, a group called “The Roosters”. He left them in 1963.
This was about when he joined The Yardbirds, where he began to listen to blues artists from Chicago, including Buddy Guy and B.B. King. He formed a distinctive style and was soon talked about all over as one of the most promising guitarists in the British music scene. They first toured England with Sonny Boy Williamson Jr., and just after Clapton left the band in 1965, The Yardbirds had their first major single, “For Your Love.” It was during this time that he gained the nickname “Slowhand,” as a joke because he was such a fast guitar player. It was also during Clapton’s time with The Yardbirds that he became good friends with George Harrison of The Beatles, a friendship that resulted in Clapton playing guitar on the Beatle’s White Album in the song “While My Guitar Gently Weeps,” and many other Clapton appearances on Harrison’s solo albums.
A year after he left The Yardbirds, Clapton started his first ‘power trio’ band, called Cream. Cream consisted of bassist Jack Bruce, drummer Ginger Baker, and Clapton himself. This is when Clapton started to hone his talents as a singer and songwriter, though most of the singing and writing was done by Bruce. It was with Cream that Clapton had his first appearance in the U.S.—“For Your Love” made it to the American Top Ten after Clapton had already left The Yardbirds. He became good friends with his ‘rival guitarist,’ Jimi Hendrix.
Cream’s music style varied, from soul-pop song “I Feel Free” to their bluesy instrumentals such as “Spoonful.” They quickly became popular, selling millions of records in both the U.S. and U.K. Although the super group was declared the “best of their day,” Cream was to be short-lived. Fighting between Bruce and Baker caused tensions among the three that led to Cream’s farewell album, aptly named “Goodbye.” In 1968, just two years after their birth and just before “Goodbye” was released, Cream disbanded. The only Cream reunions were in 1993, at their induction to the Hall of Fame, and a full-scale reunion in 2005, which consisted of four sold-out concerts in London and three more in New York.
Between 1969 and 1970, Clapton played in two more temporary bands, Blind Faith first, followed by Delaney and Bonnie and Friends. He also recorded his first, self-titled solo album, and played with several other artists, including Dr. John, Leon Russell, Billy Preston, Ringo Starr, and Plastic Ono Band.
Next, in 1970, came Derek and the Dominos. This name was reportedly an accident, when the original name Erik and the Dynamos was misread. It was during his time with Derek and the Dominos that Clapton fell in love with his good friend George Harrison’s wife, Pattie Boyd. She spurned his advances, and this was the inspiration for the Dominos album Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs. This album contained Derek and the Dominos’ explosive single, “Layla.”
Clapton’s success as a musician masked his personal life, which was made increasingly difficult by drug and alcohol addiction. In 1971, he quit touring to hide at his residence in Surrey, where he indulged in heroin, cocaine, and alcohol. He kicked the habit with the help of Pete Townsend of The Who, and by 1974 he had kicked his Heroin habit and was dating Pattie, though the two of them didn’t marry until 1979. He continued to drink heavily. Hit singles such as “I Shot the Sheriff,” “Wonderful Tonight,” and “Cocaine,” came out, and brought Clapton to number one on the charts time and time again. “I Shot the Sheriff” was particularly influential in bringing reggae music to the forefront, and brought artist Bob Marley to a bigger audience.
The eighties saw Clapton performing on Pink Floyd’s Roger Waters’ solo album The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking and producing more solo albums of his own. Journeyman included collaborative works with George Harrison, Phil Collins, Daryl Hall, Chaka Khan, Mick Jones, David Sanborn and Robert Cray.
In 1984, Clapton began a relationship with studio sound assistant Yvonne Kelly, which resulted in his ‘secret daughter,’ Ruth. Boyd and Clapton finally divorced in 1989 after another affair with italian model Lori del Santo, which resulted in another child, Conor. Boyd had been unable to bear children, and reportedly ‘criticized’ Clapton’s keeping Ruth a secret until 1991.
In August of 1990, while touring with Stevie Ray Vaughn, their helecopter crashed and two members of the road crew, plus Vaughn, died in the accident. A year later, tragedy struck again when four year old Conor fell from the 53rd story apartment window where he was living with his mother. This resulted in the song ‘Tears in Heaven,’ a song expressing Clapton’s grief, cowritten by Will Jennings. That song alone won him six grammies that year.
In 1994, Clapton had a brief relationship with Cheryl Crow, and in 1999, at the age of 54, he met 23 year old store clerk Melia McEnery, whom he married in 2002. The two had three daughters, Julia Rose (2001), Ella May (2003), and Sophie Belle (2005).
Clapton’s grandparents eventually told him the truth about his parentage, and his lack of knowledge about his father was an apparent source of anxiety for him. Then, in 2007, with the help of benevolant journalist Michael Woloshuck, he found was able to get some more information about Edward Walter Fryer, born 1920 and died 1985. A saxaphone and piano player, he was a drifter who had several wives and a few children, apparently unaware that he was the father of Eric Clapton.
Eric “Slowhand” Clapton: well known guitarist, singer, and composer. When Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, George Harrison, Stevie Ray Vaughn, John Lennon, and others fell victim to drugs and accidents, Clapton managed to survive drug addiction, alcoholism, and tragedy. His style has influenced many artists, such as Jonny Lang and Bob Marley, and he has performed with members of The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Queen, and The Who. His music will continue to be popular among blues fans, and influence other musicians in the future.
Yeah...Had to write that for my music teacher, because I was unavailable to sing with the Choir for graduation. I figured, well, since I had to write a paper anyway, I'd ask for constructive criticism.
So constructive criticism on what was wrong/write/could've-been-better would be appreciated.
thanks,
Brii333
Sunday, May 24, 2009
A Slightly More Coherent Star Trek Review (actual criticism)
ok, i had to come back later when I was more coherent and actually say something constructive...
WARNING: SPOILERS (only a few...I promise. ;) )
Star trek fulfilled my expectations as a Trekki and I thought that the way the new actors did the part was definately to rival the originals. if i'm being honest, the new Kirk was better then Shatner. (Sorry, man, but I didn't think you were that great of an actor.) I thought that the romance between Spock and Uhura was awesome, and totally unexpected, while I found Kirk's fling with the green-skinned chick pretty funny. I thought they made his original role as a lady's man fit in pretty well, also. Scotty was hilarious, McCoy was just as funny. I did think that their villain, an angry Romulan with a desire for revenge, was a bit flat and kind of cliche. Other then that, everything was excellent. All of the fears I'd had walking into the theater were gone within two minutes of the movie.
well, that was a semi-coherent almost-review of Star Trek... I hope they do more, to be honest. It was awesome. (Spock, Spock, Spock, Spock, Spock!!! EEK!!)
Lovez to Yew,
Brii333
WARNING: SPOILERS (only a few...I promise. ;) )
Star trek fulfilled my expectations as a Trekki and I thought that the way the new actors did the part was definately to rival the originals. if i'm being honest, the new Kirk was better then Shatner. (Sorry, man, but I didn't think you were that great of an actor.) I thought that the romance between Spock and Uhura was awesome, and totally unexpected, while I found Kirk's fling with the green-skinned chick pretty funny. I thought they made his original role as a lady's man fit in pretty well, also. Scotty was hilarious, McCoy was just as funny. I did think that their villain, an angry Romulan with a desire for revenge, was a bit flat and kind of cliche. Other then that, everything was excellent. All of the fears I'd had walking into the theater were gone within two minutes of the movie.
well, that was a semi-coherent almost-review of Star Trek... I hope they do more, to be honest. It was awesome. (Spock, Spock, Spock, Spock, Spock!!! EEK!!)
Lovez to Yew,
Brii333
STAR TREK! omg STAR TREK!!!!!!!!
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!! OMG!!!!!
Star Trek...Was... Amazing!!! Just...Just...Pure godliness. I mean, the orignal movies were good, I'll give you that, but...but...wow. Just...wow. I'm speechless. O, Gods of Star Trek, you have done absolutely FABULOUSLY!
I think my favorite characters were probably Spock and McCoy (Bones). Spock was so awesome, I can't even describe how awesome! I am going to be Spock when I grow up. No lie.
Also, due to my strange liking of nerds and the fact that I am a tremendous nerd, I think that the guy who played Spock made him REALLY cute. :) Same with Kirk, although he's not really my type...
PROOF of his cuteness...
Star Trek...Was... Amazing!!! Just...Just...Pure godliness. I mean, the orignal movies were good, I'll give you that, but...but...wow. Just...wow. I'm speechless. O, Gods of Star Trek, you have done absolutely FABULOUSLY!
I think my favorite characters were probably Spock and McCoy (Bones). Spock was so awesome, I can't even describe how awesome! I am going to be Spock when I grow up. No lie.
Also, due to my strange liking of nerds and the fact that I am a tremendous nerd, I think that the guy who played Spock made him REALLY cute. :) Same with Kirk, although he's not really my type...
PROOF of his cuteness...
For those who haven't seen the movie: Top photo-Captain Kirk is on the right, Spock on left
Yeah, I know, the bottom picture isn't him dressed as Kirk, but lets be honest--the uniforms suck. Seriously. They don't look good on anyone. Except for the girls, cuz they're made to look kind of slutty.
Now Spock... Not so cute as a human, I don't think. But he makes a very good half-Vulcan. :) minus the haircut. Of course, without the traditional Vulcan hair-do, it wouldn't have really been the same, so I guess it works.
Okay, Billie. Make fun of me for my tremendous nerdi-ness now.
Love From Your Local Nerd, (live long and prosper...)
Brii333
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Hyper, Giggley, Sunburn, STAR TREK!
Haahaahaahaaaaaaa!!! I'm really hyper, really giggley, really sunburned, and really going to see Star Trek in one hour and nineteen minutes in counting! ACK!
STAR TREK! Star Trek, Star Trek, Star Trek, oh, how I have failed you. Rather then going to see you IMMEDIATELY, I waited a two weeks (until after I was really sunburned). TWO WEEKS! GAH! Though I did not fail X-Men quite so badly, I am sorry, O Gods of Formerly-Realy-Bad Science Fiction, for failing epically to pay homage to you by watching your new movie.
Though I am definately willing to admit that the original Star Trek is really bad and really amusing, I do like it anyway, and I am a big fan of the Starship Voyager series. (heeheehee, I think my favorite episode of the orignal is the one where there are these weird little flying aliens that attatch themselves to the back of your neck and take you over, and it looks kind of like they took plastic vomit and frizbee-ed it across the screen.) (Frizbee-ed? Frizbee-ed? What the hell? Is that even a word? Oh well.)
OMG you have NO idea what I found earier....IT WAS THE ENTIRE SCRIPT FOR THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE!!! On the INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Say whaaaat??? That is so cool, that you don't even know. heeheehee...
Anyhoo...I'm going to go continue bouncing around the house like a leming off a cliff and leave you.
Squeak Squeaker Squeak Squeaken*,
Brii333
*Translation: I owe you a new acorn**.
**I was speaking squirrel
STAR TREK! Star Trek, Star Trek, Star Trek, oh, how I have failed you. Rather then going to see you IMMEDIATELY, I waited a two weeks (until after I was really sunburned). TWO WEEKS! GAH! Though I did not fail X-Men quite so badly, I am sorry, O Gods of Formerly-Realy-Bad Science Fiction, for failing epically to pay homage to you by watching your new movie.
Though I am definately willing to admit that the original Star Trek is really bad and really amusing, I do like it anyway, and I am a big fan of the Starship Voyager series. (heeheehee, I think my favorite episode of the orignal is the one where there are these weird little flying aliens that attatch themselves to the back of your neck and take you over, and it looks kind of like they took plastic vomit and frizbee-ed it across the screen.) (Frizbee-ed? Frizbee-ed? What the hell? Is that even a word? Oh well.)
OMG you have NO idea what I found earier....IT WAS THE ENTIRE SCRIPT FOR THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE!!! On the INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Say whaaaat??? That is so cool, that you don't even know. heeheehee...
Anyhoo...I'm going to go continue bouncing around the house like a leming off a cliff and leave you.
Squeak Squeaker Squeak Squeaken*,
Brii333
*Translation: I owe you a new acorn**.
**I was speaking squirrel
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Gah!
Yeah, um... I think I need to learn how to mind my own buisiness. Because my inability to do so got me into a teensy little bit of trouble yesterday.
I think I've complained about them before--my fourth hour "Clase de Espanol." Grrrrr... I get sick of the tasteless jokes. Okay, some of them are funny, I'll give you that, but most of them are just hurtful and cruel and uncalled for. There are only a few in that entire classroom that understand that everybody is entitled to live without harrassment from everybody else, so they can live their life as they want to without worrying about whether their latest action is going to have this tidal wave of ridicule and alienation thrust upon them.
I guess I don't have anything specific against Senora F., but I don't think she treats the entire class fairly, and I need to learn how to shut my mouth and keep my opinions to myself. It's like the moment I have an opinion, I have to state it.
Stupid Me with my Stupid Mouth.
I think I've complained about them before--my fourth hour "Clase de Espanol." Grrrrr... I get sick of the tasteless jokes. Okay, some of them are funny, I'll give you that, but most of them are just hurtful and cruel and uncalled for. There are only a few in that entire classroom that understand that everybody is entitled to live without harrassment from everybody else, so they can live their life as they want to without worrying about whether their latest action is going to have this tidal wave of ridicule and alienation thrust upon them.
I guess I don't have anything specific against Senora F., but I don't think she treats the entire class fairly, and I need to learn how to shut my mouth and keep my opinions to myself. It's like the moment I have an opinion, I have to state it.
Stupid Me with my Stupid Mouth.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Everclear
I'm not surprised that this band isn't more popular. I ran across them on my dad's collection of around 22,000 songs and god knows how many artists and thought, "Well, this might be interesting..." To be honest, I didn't like them at first. I thought that the singer, Art Alexakis, sounded too strange, that his voice didn't have much tecnique to it. But I was intrigued by the songs "Normal Like You" and "Everything to Everyone," as I could understand what Alexakis was singing about. And they've grown on me.
With an almost grunge sound to the vocals and punk sound to the guitar and bass, Everclear is one of the few bands I can say is truely unique. They don't sound like anything else I've listened to, and, while I will say that a person would have to have a very open mind when first listening to them, they have talent.
My personal favorite album, So Much For the Afterglow, had three singles. "Everything to Everyone," a song about a girl who almost enjoys being pushed around by others and tries to be everything to everyone (hence the name). It was the most popular song of the album, and actually reached #1 on the Modern Rock Charts for a while. The other two singles, "Father of Mine" and "I Will Buy You A New Life," never made it even close. "Everything to Everyone" is one of a very few of their songs to have made it to the charts.
Anyhoo, my absolute favorite song by Everclear is "Normal Like You." It's a song about being depressed and screwed in the head, but not wanting to be like everyone else. He would rather be the way he is then be like the others, and he wants to know why they want him to be like them. There's nothing the medication can do for him that he can't figure out how to do on his own.
Well, now I've given you a rundown of another band/album...I feel special. lol, jk.
Hoping to Broaden Your Knowledge of Music, One Pathetic Review At a Time,
Brii333
With an almost grunge sound to the vocals and punk sound to the guitar and bass, Everclear is one of the few bands I can say is truely unique. They don't sound like anything else I've listened to, and, while I will say that a person would have to have a very open mind when first listening to them, they have talent.
My personal favorite album, So Much For the Afterglow, had three singles. "Everything to Everyone," a song about a girl who almost enjoys being pushed around by others and tries to be everything to everyone (hence the name). It was the most popular song of the album, and actually reached #1 on the Modern Rock Charts for a while. The other two singles, "Father of Mine" and "I Will Buy You A New Life," never made it even close. "Everything to Everyone" is one of a very few of their songs to have made it to the charts.
Anyhoo, my absolute favorite song by Everclear is "Normal Like You." It's a song about being depressed and screwed in the head, but not wanting to be like everyone else. He would rather be the way he is then be like the others, and he wants to know why they want him to be like them. There's nothing the medication can do for him that he can't figure out how to do on his own.
Well, now I've given you a rundown of another band/album...I feel special. lol, jk.
Hoping to Broaden Your Knowledge of Music, One Pathetic Review At a Time,
Brii333
Monday, May 18, 2009
Review of "21st Century Breakdown"
Coming from the 90s punk rockers with blue hair nobody thought would ever grow up, this eighth album from Green Day is not only a shocker, but it's absolutely their best album yet. With just a taste of latin ("Peacemaker"), a hint of the original Green Day four-chord progression ("Horseshoes and Handgrenades"), and a little dash of American Idiot ("21st Century Breakdown"), it's an apocalyptic rock opera and musical force to be reckoned with. Billie Joe even manages to mellow his snarl into a croon for a few parts.
As a faithful Green Day fan who owns all of their albums but one, I will say that I'm not disappointed. With American Idiot, I felt that they had regressed to popular style, but now I think that it was an attention grabber, something to get the public back with them so they could get their message across. American Idiot was just a warm up for 21st Century Breakdown, and this album has something for everyone, even mellow ballads for my mother ("Restless Heart Syndrom"). (This is saying something, because my mother is infamous among my friends for getting headaches listening to The Barenaked Ladies.)
Anyhoo, I would definately reccomend this album for anyone. Go listen to it. Right now. I hate to be pushy, but you will love it. (I've been listening to it nearly nonstop all weekend.)
xoxoxo from your Faithful Green Day Follower,
Brii333
1. "Song of the Century" 0:58
Act I: Heroes and Cons
2. "21st Century Breakdown" 5:09
3. "Know Your Enemy" 3:11
4. "¡Viva la Gloria!" 3:31
5. "Before the Lobotomy" 4:37
6. "Christian's Inferno" 3:07
7. "Last Night on Earth" 3:57
Act II: Charlatans and Saints
8. "East Jesus Nowhere" 4:35
9. "Peacemaker" 3:24
10. "Last of the American Girls" 3:51
11. "Murder City" 2:54
12. "¿Viva la Gloria? (Little Girl)" 3:48
13. "Restless Heart Syndrome" 4:20
Act III: Horseshoes and Handgrenades
14. "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" 3:14
15. "The Static Age" 4:17
16. "21 Guns" 5:21
17. "American Eulogy" (A. "Mass Hysteria") 4:26
18. "See the Light" 4:36
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Hercules
The children's cartoon Hercules is the most pathetic representation of mythology I've ever seen in my entire life. Seriously.
I understand that it was for children, and children don't care if it's accurate or not, but still!!!
While some of their situations were nothing but fact, some of it was twisted beyond recognition.
For example, The Fates were completely fact. They really were old hags who shared an eye and spun the thread of life and cut it when you died and bla bla bla. However, Pegasus had nothing to do with Hercules. Hera wasn't his mother, and Hades didn't have anything against him. For that matter, Hades wasn't evil. That was Ares, god of War and Violence. Also, the Hydra wasn't crushed under a landslide, he had all his heads cut off and the wounds burned shut. Hercules didn't have any training from a goat-man named Phil, and Hercules didn't marry a woman named Meg. Actually, his wife's name was Deianeira. When he finally died, he was made a god, he didn't refuse his godhood because of the love of his life. Not only that, but he was kind of a jerk in the 'real' myth. (Real myth? What an oxymoron. heeheehee, I love oxymorons.)
GAH!! There's definately more, but I have work to do, so I'm going to wrap it up...
That movie just kept getting worse and worse and worse. When I thought it couldn't get any cheesier, it did. The songs were aweful, the plot was cliche, and they kept just throwing a bunch of different myths together, just because they thought it worked.
grrrrrr....
From Your Irritated Fellow Blogger,
Brii333
I understand that it was for children, and children don't care if it's accurate or not, but still!!!
While some of their situations were nothing but fact, some of it was twisted beyond recognition.
For example, The Fates were completely fact. They really were old hags who shared an eye and spun the thread of life and cut it when you died and bla bla bla. However, Pegasus had nothing to do with Hercules. Hera wasn't his mother, and Hades didn't have anything against him. For that matter, Hades wasn't evil. That was Ares, god of War and Violence. Also, the Hydra wasn't crushed under a landslide, he had all his heads cut off and the wounds burned shut. Hercules didn't have any training from a goat-man named Phil, and Hercules didn't marry a woman named Meg. Actually, his wife's name was Deianeira. When he finally died, he was made a god, he didn't refuse his godhood because of the love of his life. Not only that, but he was kind of a jerk in the 'real' myth. (Real myth? What an oxymoron. heeheehee, I love oxymorons.)
GAH!! There's definately more, but I have work to do, so I'm going to wrap it up...
That movie just kept getting worse and worse and worse. When I thought it couldn't get any cheesier, it did. The songs were aweful, the plot was cliche, and they kept just throwing a bunch of different myths together, just because they thought it worked.
grrrrrr....
From Your Irritated Fellow Blogger,
Brii333
Heeheehee
Happy birthday to me... Happy birthday to me... rofl I'm sixteen today. To be honest, I feel no different. Well, except for the fact that everybody is being all embarrassing and Billie's mad at me for not letting her throw any parties. **sigh** I hate parties. Oh yes, and Justin is being an annoying little insect, the silly goose. He seems to find it an excuse to bother me. Why must I be so stinking ticklish?
Why isn't 'lol' in spell check and 'rofl' is? is 'rofl' a word? This is something I must discover the answer to. Someday. When I have to time.
Anyhoo...
Peace, From The Blog Ninja-In-Training,
Brii333
Why isn't 'lol' in spell check and 'rofl' is? is 'rofl' a word? This is something I must discover the answer to. Someday. When I have to time.
Anyhoo...
Peace, From The Blog Ninja-In-Training,
Brii333
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Stupid Career Planning
I know, I've ranted about this before. I can't help myself. It's pissing me off!!
Everyone expects me to choose right now what I want to do with my life. I'm supposed to be figuring out where I want to go to college, what I want my career to be, where I want to live, how much money I want to make, bla bla bla bla bla. For the love of Mercury, can't they just lay off???
All I know is that I want to do something that helps people to be happy. I want to entertain and bring beauty and art into their lives. I don't care how much money I make, where I live, how I live, or how I do it (to an extent). As long as I'm not hurting anyone or anything in the process, that's all I care about. I'll probably go to college, because I have a thirst for knowledge that never seems to be quenched, but that's the only reason. I want to learn why things happen, why people think certain ways, so that I can help them somehow.
I don't think that a career investigations class is going to help me do that. A few things I've learned might be useful someday, but really, when am I ever going to use this?
Shit.
Kay, I'm done with my rant. :P I'll behave and go do my homework for this dumb, pointless class now.
May Your Life be Free of Suck,
Brii333
Everyone expects me to choose right now what I want to do with my life. I'm supposed to be figuring out where I want to go to college, what I want my career to be, where I want to live, how much money I want to make, bla bla bla bla bla. For the love of Mercury, can't they just lay off???
All I know is that I want to do something that helps people to be happy. I want to entertain and bring beauty and art into their lives. I don't care how much money I make, where I live, how I live, or how I do it (to an extent). As long as I'm not hurting anyone or anything in the process, that's all I care about. I'll probably go to college, because I have a thirst for knowledge that never seems to be quenched, but that's the only reason. I want to learn why things happen, why people think certain ways, so that I can help them somehow.
I don't think that a career investigations class is going to help me do that. A few things I've learned might be useful someday, but really, when am I ever going to use this?
Shit.
Kay, I'm done with my rant. :P I'll behave and go do my homework for this dumb, pointless class now.
May Your Life be Free of Suck,
Brii333
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Chevelle!!!! ++also& a reveiw of 'Funhouse'
Wow...I was really out of it last post...
Anyhoo, I very very very possibly will be able to go see Chevelle in concert!!!! As in like, Chevelle!!! As in, one-of-my-top-favorite-bands Chevelle!!! Along with Staind and some other band that I can't remember. I'm not wild about Staind, but Chevelle!!!!!!! OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EEK!
Oh yeah, and I borrowed P!nk's album Funhouse from a friend and...uhm...made a backup of it on my computer, you know, just in case it gets scratched or something... heehee... **cough** Anyhoo, it was excellent, and I'm going to be P!nk when I grow up... lol, probably not, but I can wish. It's got a wide veriety of music, from the upbeat songs 'Bad Influence' and 'Funhouse,' to excellent calming peices such as 'I Don't Believe You,' Please Don't Leave Me,' and 'Crystal Ball.' It's definately an album I would reccomend getting. She's got an impressive voice and an addictive, contagious out-there attitude.
xoxo,
Brii333
Anyhoo, I very very very possibly will be able to go see Chevelle in concert!!!! As in like, Chevelle!!! As in, one-of-my-top-favorite-bands Chevelle!!! Along with Staind and some other band that I can't remember. I'm not wild about Staind, but Chevelle!!!!!!! OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EEK!
Oh yeah, and I borrowed P!nk's album Funhouse from a friend and...uhm...made a backup of it on my computer, you know, just in case it gets scratched or something... heehee... **cough** Anyhoo, it was excellent, and I'm going to be P!nk when I grow up... lol, probably not, but I can wish. It's got a wide veriety of music, from the upbeat songs 'Bad Influence' and 'Funhouse,' to excellent calming peices such as 'I Don't Believe You,' Please Don't Leave Me,' and 'Crystal Ball.' It's definately an album I would reccomend getting. She's got an impressive voice and an addictive, contagious out-there attitude.
xoxo,
Brii333
Friday, May 8, 2009
????
Wow, I don't have anything to complain about. hmmm... That's a once-in-a-blue-moon occurance...
Oh, wait, I do have something to complain about!!!
Birthday parties.
Yuck. I've always hated them. Always. Not even kidding you. I don't know why. Actually, I probably do. I absolutely HATE being the center of attention that way--people trying to give me things has always bothered me. My BFF, Billie Jo, has this thing where she thinks that just because I'm turning 16 next week, I have to have this huge party and celebrate and bla bla bla bla bla. Personally, I think she just wants an excuse to have a party. Me, I don't want an excuse to party. I don't like it.
Anyhoo, I was just thinking..."Why is it that people in America will use any excuse they can to have a party and drink?" I mean, depending on the party, it can be fun. I suppose I just don't like birthday parties. My birthday parties, in particular.
Grrr...
I'm just really bored, and I don't know what to talk about. **sigh** I'm feeling a little brain dead. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr..............
Yeah, Tony is sitting next to me talking about how he's going to drop out, get his GED, and go straight into basic training and then he's going over to Iraq. I think he's an idiot. I mean, why? What is it with guys and going into Army/Navy/National Guard/ect? I suppose not just guys--my cousin Ashley is joining the Navy after she graduates. Tony says he's going cuz he wants to drive a tank...Okay, whatever. I'm feeling WAY to brain dead to talk about anything that requires thinking....
Wow, this is one of my most boring, scatterbrained posts yet. **yawn** I'm going to pretend I'm paying attention to class for a while so I can take a nap...
xoxo,
Brii333
Oh, wait, I do have something to complain about!!!
Birthday parties.
Yuck. I've always hated them. Always. Not even kidding you. I don't know why. Actually, I probably do. I absolutely HATE being the center of attention that way--people trying to give me things has always bothered me. My BFF, Billie Jo, has this thing where she thinks that just because I'm turning 16 next week, I have to have this huge party and celebrate and bla bla bla bla bla. Personally, I think she just wants an excuse to have a party. Me, I don't want an excuse to party. I don't like it.
Anyhoo, I was just thinking..."Why is it that people in America will use any excuse they can to have a party and drink?" I mean, depending on the party, it can be fun. I suppose I just don't like birthday parties. My birthday parties, in particular.
Grrr...
I'm just really bored, and I don't know what to talk about. **sigh** I'm feeling a little brain dead. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr..............
Yeah, Tony is sitting next to me talking about how he's going to drop out, get his GED, and go straight into basic training and then he's going over to Iraq. I think he's an idiot. I mean, why? What is it with guys and going into Army/Navy/National Guard/ect? I suppose not just guys--my cousin Ashley is joining the Navy after she graduates. Tony says he's going cuz he wants to drive a tank...Okay, whatever. I'm feeling WAY to brain dead to talk about anything that requires thinking....
Wow, this is one of my most boring, scatterbrained posts yet. **yawn** I'm going to pretend I'm paying attention to class for a while so I can take a nap...
xoxo,
Brii333
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Pedifiles? Right...
I just heard the news that, apparently, people are saying the Matthew Shepherd Act, which would include the LGBT community in protection against hate crimes, would be giving protection to pedifiles. Okay, so now people who don't want to get beat up for their sexual orientation are pedifiles?
We don't go after children. Get your fucking facts strait.
Here's the difference... Pedifiles are sick individuals who like small children. Gays are people who happen to prefer people of the same gender. That's not wrong. I like girls, does that mean I'm going to go seek out some little kid? No! I've never dated anyone younger then me, male or female. And some gay people I'm friends with are the sweetest people you'll ever meet.
For the love of all that is holy!
From One Who Is Trying Really Hard Not To Throw Something Through The Computer Screen,
Brii333
We don't go after children. Get your fucking facts strait.
Here's the difference... Pedifiles are sick individuals who like small children. Gays are people who happen to prefer people of the same gender. That's not wrong. I like girls, does that mean I'm going to go seek out some little kid? No! I've never dated anyone younger then me, male or female. And some gay people I'm friends with are the sweetest people you'll ever meet.
For the love of all that is holy!
From One Who Is Trying Really Hard Not To Throw Something Through The Computer Screen,
Brii333
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Research Paper on Controversy of Bullfighting for Spanish Class
Bullfighting
By Brianna F.
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The matador faces the bull, his cape fluttering slightly in the breeze. The enormous black bull charges forward, aiming for the vivid, flapping movements of the cape’s fabric.
This is a bullfight.
Bullfights have been occurring in quite a few countries—It is traditional in Spain, France, and Portugal, while Mexico, Colombia, Venezuela, Peru, Guatemala, and, more recently, the U.S. have all had bullfights occurring regularly for years.
Considered an art form by many, the bullfight is a deadly, dangerous dance between a man, called the matador, and the bull. The bull is a minimum of four years old and is usually several tons. The matador executes many passes with a cloak, appearing graceful and confidant while establishing dominance over the animal, which grows steadily angrier. The dance ends with the matador killing the bull with a thrust of his sword into the space between the shoulder blades, which severs the aorta. Sometimes this fails, and the matador has to use another sword to sever the spinal chord, just at the base of the neck.
This is all towards the end of the bullfight. Before this, the bull is stabbed with barbed spikes and taunted so that the matador may see how well the bull performs. Sometimes, if a bull is unwilling to fight, the president of the bullring will grant the bull a pardon, and it will be spared.
There is a lot of controversy surrounding the bullfight. Those who side with the bullfight claim that it is traditional and the bull would have been killed for food anyway. Others state that while this may be true, the bullfight is barbaric, cruel, and torturous for the bull, which has no choice in the matter.
In order to make an educated decision, we must look at the history of bullfighting.
Bullfighting can trace its roots back to bull worship and sacrifice, which was iconic of the ancient Roman ‘mystery religion’ in the act of Mithras. It is often linked to Rome, because of the many man-versus-beast fights that took place. One theory is that it was started by Emperor Tiberius Claudius I when he introduced a very short-lived ban on the Gladiator games.
As bullfighting developed into the Hispanic culture, it started being shown in the public plazas of towns and villages. Originally on horseback, it evolved into the more dangerous man-on-foot version we see today. The modern style of bullfighting was introduced by a daring man by the name of Juan Belmonte, who is seen as the greatest bullfighter of all time. Belmonte would, in a very daring and dangerous fashion, remain within inches of the bull during the entire fight. Though he himself was gored on more then one occasion, matadors usually try to imitate his style. Bullfighting is still very similar to the way it was at this time.
Bullfighting was banned several times in Europe’s history, first in 1567 by Pope Pius V, then several times in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. The bans never lasted more then a few years and were always abolished later governments.
Many Hispanic cultures look at bullfighting as their signature art form, a chance for the bull to show its bravery and strength before it dies. If the kill is messy, the crowds will look upon the matador with disfavor and he will be disgraced. They do not want the bull to suffer a cruel and painful death.
However, several organizations look at the entire fight as one long, cruel, painful torture for the bull. The entire point of the bullfight is to stress, exhaust, and injure the bull before killing it. The League Against Cruel Sports states that it is “A cruel blood-sport that causes enormous suffering to an animal.” Many other groups agree. Many hold rallies outside of bullrings, protesting the torture and death of the animals awaiting their fate inside.
So, is bullfighting simply a sport and art form, or is it a cruel, needless torture for another living creature? The Bullfight is a source of vicious controversy. It has a different meaning to animal rights activists then to those in Spain. It is one of those instances where the conflicting cultures simply cannot agree, and the differences clash so profoundly that it cannot be ignored. As a tradition which has been taking place for centuries, should we ban the bullfight and take away a source of pride for one group of people to pacify another? This is the decision that must be made.
______________
Bibliography
“A Noble Death.” Prospect. September 2008. May 4, 2009.
http://www.prospect-magazine.co.uk/article_details.php?id=10357
Bullfighting FAQ. “Frequently Asked Questions.” Tim Hardman. May 4, 2009.
http://coloquio.com/toros/timfaq.html
League Against Cruel Sports. “What is Bullfighting?” League Against Cruel Sports.
2006. May 4, 2009. http://www.league.org.uk/content.asp?CategoryID=1938
Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia. “Bullfighting.” Wikipedia. May 5, 2009.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bullfight
By Brianna F.
______________
The matador faces the bull, his cape fluttering slightly in the breeze. The enormous black bull charges forward, aiming for the vivid, flapping movements of the cape’s fabric.
This is a bullfight.
Bullfights have been occurring in quite a few countries—It is traditional in Spain, France, and Portugal, while Mexico, Colombia, Venezuela, Peru, Guatemala, and, more recently, the U.S. have all had bullfights occurring regularly for years.
Considered an art form by many, the bullfight is a deadly, dangerous dance between a man, called the matador, and the bull. The bull is a minimum of four years old and is usually several tons. The matador executes many passes with a cloak, appearing graceful and confidant while establishing dominance over the animal, which grows steadily angrier. The dance ends with the matador killing the bull with a thrust of his sword into the space between the shoulder blades, which severs the aorta. Sometimes this fails, and the matador has to use another sword to sever the spinal chord, just at the base of the neck.
This is all towards the end of the bullfight. Before this, the bull is stabbed with barbed spikes and taunted so that the matador may see how well the bull performs. Sometimes, if a bull is unwilling to fight, the president of the bullring will grant the bull a pardon, and it will be spared.
There is a lot of controversy surrounding the bullfight. Those who side with the bullfight claim that it is traditional and the bull would have been killed for food anyway. Others state that while this may be true, the bullfight is barbaric, cruel, and torturous for the bull, which has no choice in the matter.
In order to make an educated decision, we must look at the history of bullfighting.
Bullfighting can trace its roots back to bull worship and sacrifice, which was iconic of the ancient Roman ‘mystery religion’ in the act of Mithras. It is often linked to Rome, because of the many man-versus-beast fights that took place. One theory is that it was started by Emperor Tiberius Claudius I when he introduced a very short-lived ban on the Gladiator games.
As bullfighting developed into the Hispanic culture, it started being shown in the public plazas of towns and villages. Originally on horseback, it evolved into the more dangerous man-on-foot version we see today. The modern style of bullfighting was introduced by a daring man by the name of Juan Belmonte, who is seen as the greatest bullfighter of all time. Belmonte would, in a very daring and dangerous fashion, remain within inches of the bull during the entire fight. Though he himself was gored on more then one occasion, matadors usually try to imitate his style. Bullfighting is still very similar to the way it was at this time.
Bullfighting was banned several times in Europe’s history, first in 1567 by Pope Pius V, then several times in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. The bans never lasted more then a few years and were always abolished later governments.
Many Hispanic cultures look at bullfighting as their signature art form, a chance for the bull to show its bravery and strength before it dies. If the kill is messy, the crowds will look upon the matador with disfavor and he will be disgraced. They do not want the bull to suffer a cruel and painful death.
However, several organizations look at the entire fight as one long, cruel, painful torture for the bull. The entire point of the bullfight is to stress, exhaust, and injure the bull before killing it. The League Against Cruel Sports states that it is “A cruel blood-sport that causes enormous suffering to an animal.” Many other groups agree. Many hold rallies outside of bullrings, protesting the torture and death of the animals awaiting their fate inside.
So, is bullfighting simply a sport and art form, or is it a cruel, needless torture for another living creature? The Bullfight is a source of vicious controversy. It has a different meaning to animal rights activists then to those in Spain. It is one of those instances where the conflicting cultures simply cannot agree, and the differences clash so profoundly that it cannot be ignored. As a tradition which has been taking place for centuries, should we ban the bullfight and take away a source of pride for one group of people to pacify another? This is the decision that must be made.
______________
Bibliography
“A Noble Death.” Prospect. September 2008. May 4, 2009.
http://www.prospect-magazine.co.uk/article_details.php?id=10357
Bullfighting FAQ. “Frequently Asked Questions.” Tim Hardman. May 4, 2009.
http://coloquio.com/toros/timfaq.html
League Against Cruel Sports. “What is Bullfighting?” League Against Cruel Sports.
2006. May 4, 2009. http://www.league.org.uk/content.asp?CategoryID=1938
Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia. “Bullfighting.” Wikipedia. May 5, 2009.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bullfight
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
P!nk
The music artist P!nk. I think that she's mis-labled.
This is my whole problem with all these stupid genres. I hate them, with a passion.
Anyhoo, P!nk is labeled as pop. Okay, the label 'pop' SO does not fit, because her voice is so big. That's the only word I can think of that fits. And her lyrics have more meaning to them then any pop song could ever have.
I like how Tony (kids sitting at the computer next to me) labels her--really Kinky Rock. Kind of like how MSI are kind of tehno-electronica-pussy-punk.
Great. Now he's giving me crap for taking his label name. whatever. fuck you, too, Tony.
anyhoo, now i got that out of my system. i feel better.
peace,
Brii333
stupid labels.
This is my whole problem with all these stupid genres. I hate them, with a passion.
Anyhoo, P!nk is labeled as pop. Okay, the label 'pop' SO does not fit, because her voice is so big. That's the only word I can think of that fits. And her lyrics have more meaning to them then any pop song could ever have.
I like how Tony (kids sitting at the computer next to me) labels her--really Kinky Rock. Kind of like how MSI are kind of tehno-electronica-pussy-punk.
Great. Now he's giving me crap for taking his label name. whatever. fuck you, too, Tony.
anyhoo, now i got that out of my system. i feel better.
peace,
Brii333
stupid labels.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Stupid Family and More Points on Bullfighting
Okay, they aren't stupid. I love them to peices. I'm actually just complaining about my father.
He's such a workaholic! I suppose I understand that he needs to work a lot right now, because his buisiness is moving to a different building and they're expanding and all that stuff, but you think he could take a little bit, like an hour, to spend time with his daughter he sees twice a month.
It hurts, you know? I mean, am I really that annoying? Unloveable, even? This sort of thing has been happening since I can remember; Dad goes to work, comes home, goes on his computer and works some more, takes his turn on the back-and-forth game of Civilization he's had going on for forever, sometimes watches Red Dwarf or Monty Python, and goes to bed.
I come here because I love my father, and I miss him, but I hardly ever actually see him! It gets really lonely.
And them I'm lonely at Mom's because everybody's got their thing and I'm the odd one out. Even when my best friend Billie comes over because Mom and Billie are like this (twists two fingers together). Not that that's a bad thing, Billie needs Mom there, but I get so lonely. I've got no one.
It might help if I could stop being such a bitch. Like, I'm not exactly Super-Bitch or anything, but I could be a lot nicer. I'm a very bitter and jealous creature, and I need to fix that.
I feel better now. If you made it this far into my teen-angst rant, thanks for listening.
I'm going to go work on my stupid bullfighting project for Spanish Class.
Can't get away from the stupid bullfighting. **sigh** although, Okie (another blogger) did make a very interesting point on it. (Comment In Previous Blog Post)
Now, Okie, my problem with bullfighting in general is not just the torture part, it's that they kill the animal. I don't kill animals or even eat them, because I believe that they have souls that are just as complex as a person's and it is morally wrong to kill them. If the bulls had a choice in the matter, that would be different, but we can't communicate with them to ask, and so we shouldn't use them for this "art form."
It was nice to hear someone elses opinion on it, though. :) Thank you for the comment.
xoxoxo,
Brii333
QUOTE OF THE DAY
The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.
~Erma Bombeck
Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go by any rules. They're not like aches or wounds; they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald
He's such a workaholic! I suppose I understand that he needs to work a lot right now, because his buisiness is moving to a different building and they're expanding and all that stuff, but you think he could take a little bit, like an hour, to spend time with his daughter he sees twice a month.
It hurts, you know? I mean, am I really that annoying? Unloveable, even? This sort of thing has been happening since I can remember; Dad goes to work, comes home, goes on his computer and works some more, takes his turn on the back-and-forth game of Civilization he's had going on for forever, sometimes watches Red Dwarf or Monty Python, and goes to bed.
I come here because I love my father, and I miss him, but I hardly ever actually see him! It gets really lonely.
And them I'm lonely at Mom's because everybody's got their thing and I'm the odd one out. Even when my best friend Billie comes over because Mom and Billie are like this (twists two fingers together). Not that that's a bad thing, Billie needs Mom there, but I get so lonely. I've got no one.
It might help if I could stop being such a bitch. Like, I'm not exactly Super-Bitch or anything, but I could be a lot nicer. I'm a very bitter and jealous creature, and I need to fix that.
I feel better now. If you made it this far into my teen-angst rant, thanks for listening.
I'm going to go work on my stupid bullfighting project for Spanish Class.
Can't get away from the stupid bullfighting. **sigh** although, Okie (another blogger) did make a very interesting point on it. (Comment In Previous Blog Post)
Now, Okie, my problem with bullfighting in general is not just the torture part, it's that they kill the animal. I don't kill animals or even eat them, because I believe that they have souls that are just as complex as a person's and it is morally wrong to kill them. If the bulls had a choice in the matter, that would be different, but we can't communicate with them to ask, and so we shouldn't use them for this "art form."
It was nice to hear someone elses opinion on it, though. :) Thank you for the comment.
xoxoxo,
Brii333
QUOTE OF THE DAY
The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.
~Erma Bombeck
Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go by any rules. They're not like aches or wounds; they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
La Corrida de Toros
We're learning about bullfighting in Spanish class. Now, I'm into animal rights--I don't go overboard, but I believe they need to be treated with as much respect as you would treat a human being with. I try not to make a fuss.
So I kept my mouth shut taking notes. I kept my mouth shut when they were talking about stabbing the bull in the neck with barbed spikes. I kept my mouth shut when they were talking about a 'quick kill' and how the matedor isn't supposed to make it hard for the bull. when they brought up a video of a bullfight, that's when I couldn't take it anymore.
How is that art? Senora F. was saying that it's not a fight, it's an art form, but I don't see stabbing an animal in the neck and then making it charge at something over and over and over again right before you KILL it entertainment. We didn't have to watch the kill, because we ran out of time, but if she brings that video up again today, I'm walking out. I don't care how much crap I get for it. I don't find watching animals in pain entertaining, and I certainly don't find it art.
You know they used to do that sort of thing with people? Put them in a big arena with a hungry lion and watch them fight to the death and whoever wins, wins? The Romans called that an art form, a sport. We call it barbaric.
How is a bullfight any different? Except that it's a lot rarer for the human to die. Is that how it's less barbaric, the human doesn't die?
I can't stand it.
Brii333
So I kept my mouth shut taking notes. I kept my mouth shut when they were talking about stabbing the bull in the neck with barbed spikes. I kept my mouth shut when they were talking about a 'quick kill' and how the matedor isn't supposed to make it hard for the bull. when they brought up a video of a bullfight, that's when I couldn't take it anymore.
How is that art? Senora F. was saying that it's not a fight, it's an art form, but I don't see stabbing an animal in the neck and then making it charge at something over and over and over again right before you KILL it entertainment. We didn't have to watch the kill, because we ran out of time, but if she brings that video up again today, I'm walking out. I don't care how much crap I get for it. I don't find watching animals in pain entertaining, and I certainly don't find it art.
You know they used to do that sort of thing with people? Put them in a big arena with a hungry lion and watch them fight to the death and whoever wins, wins? The Romans called that an art form, a sport. We call it barbaric.
How is a bullfight any different? Except that it's a lot rarer for the human to die. Is that how it's less barbaric, the human doesn't die?
I can't stand it.
Brii333
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
wow...
okay, Mrs. M gave me a long list of words and I used them to write a poem; turtle, cup, under, broken, sky, gleam, peaches, table, warm, step, water, photograph, hero, gold, feather, reply, line, silent.
here it is...
The hero stands before the crowd,
A gleam in his eye,
Beautiful, with hair dark gold, like peaches.
He, who's cup has always been full,
His foot rests upon the
Broken villain.
Our villain, who has been
Quiet as a turtle in his shell,
Found, when he let loose his voice
Those who, like he, were trapped
Under the hard step of man
Followed hiim to the table in
An attempt to reach their
Place in the sky.
And now, they see their villain
In a newspaper photograph,
With the hero's foot upon his throat,
His gold hair feathering in the wind,
Pressing our shamed leader's
Face into the dirty water.
Our reply is to simply,
Silently line up to
Warmly, quietly help our
Hero to his feet again.
kay, yeah, I know it sucks. but I had a list of words and a challenge to fufill. MUAHAHAHAHAA!!! and I win. Just because it's a terrible excuse for an attempt to tell a story in kind of sort of a poem form...
xoxoxoxoxo ♥♥♥
Brii333
here it is...
The hero stands before the crowd,
A gleam in his eye,
Beautiful, with hair dark gold, like peaches.
He, who's cup has always been full,
His foot rests upon the
Broken villain.
Our villain, who has been
Quiet as a turtle in his shell,
Found, when he let loose his voice
Those who, like he, were trapped
Under the hard step of man
Followed hiim to the table in
An attempt to reach their
Place in the sky.
And now, they see their villain
In a newspaper photograph,
With the hero's foot upon his throat,
His gold hair feathering in the wind,
Pressing our shamed leader's
Face into the dirty water.
Our reply is to simply,
Silently line up to
Warmly, quietly help our
Hero to his feet again.
kay, yeah, I know it sucks. but I had a list of words and a challenge to fufill. MUAHAHAHAHAA!!! and I win. Just because it's a terrible excuse for an attempt to tell a story in kind of sort of a poem form...
xoxoxoxoxo ♥♥♥
Brii333
Monday, April 20, 2009
Your Super Power
How can one so small
Cause so much pain?
Your super power--causing tears--
Is driving me insane.
Your blows are low
But cut like knives...
How could your words cause
so much mis'ry in our lives?
A moon with a dark side
You cannot hide,
This tormentor I feel empathy for,
Though, still, I'm not sure why.
I remember you happy,
Smiling and glad.
What happened to
Those times we had?
Trade butterflies for
Broken glass,
Good memories for
A tainted past.
A bitter taste lingers,
Sweet yet sour--
Lingering aftermath of
Your dark super power.
uhm...yeah. I wrote that poem in about two minutes, so it took a lot of editing to sound even remotely right. I had to mess around with the word 'misery' and change it to 'mis'ry' so it would sound right. :/
anyhoo, it goes with a poem that I wrote over a year ago, titled
Broken Glass and Butterflies
Embedded deep into my arm,
The shards of glass that sparkle burn.
The rest is strewn across the floor,
From a window that is no more,
Shattered by your baseball bat,
But the pain that I feel doesn't hurt like that.
The pain is deep within my soul
Where tears that never end do fall.
Where have the days behind us gone?
Where did the light go? Where is the sun?
What happened to your smiling face?
What is this thing that's taken your place?
It's sucked away the good in life,
So all that's left is pain and strife.
Is this what hell's like? What is heaven?
Did we do something wrong to some heavenly brethren?
Why is it that I want to die?
Where have my tears gone? Why can't I cry?
I've scrubbed my body, hands, and face.
I still feel dirty, and not in my place.
Can I trade lives with someone else?
Anyone, anyone but myself?
As you can see, I've come a long way in the past year.
Constructive Criticism Welcome,
Brii333
Cause so much pain?
Your super power--causing tears--
Is driving me insane.
Your blows are low
But cut like knives...
How could your words cause
so much mis'ry in our lives?
A moon with a dark side
You cannot hide,
This tormentor I feel empathy for,
Though, still, I'm not sure why.
I remember you happy,
Smiling and glad.
What happened to
Those times we had?
Trade butterflies for
Broken glass,
Good memories for
A tainted past.
A bitter taste lingers,
Sweet yet sour--
Lingering aftermath of
Your dark super power.
uhm...yeah. I wrote that poem in about two minutes, so it took a lot of editing to sound even remotely right. I had to mess around with the word 'misery' and change it to 'mis'ry' so it would sound right. :/
anyhoo, it goes with a poem that I wrote over a year ago, titled
Broken Glass and Butterflies
Embedded deep into my arm,
The shards of glass that sparkle burn.
The rest is strewn across the floor,
From a window that is no more,
Shattered by your baseball bat,
But the pain that I feel doesn't hurt like that.
The pain is deep within my soul
Where tears that never end do fall.
Where have the days behind us gone?
Where did the light go? Where is the sun?
What happened to your smiling face?
What is this thing that's taken your place?
It's sucked away the good in life,
So all that's left is pain and strife.
Is this what hell's like? What is heaven?
Did we do something wrong to some heavenly brethren?
Why is it that I want to die?
Where have my tears gone? Why can't I cry?
I've scrubbed my body, hands, and face.
I still feel dirty, and not in my place.
Can I trade lives with someone else?
Anyone, anyone but myself?
As you can see, I've come a long way in the past year.
Constructive Criticism Welcome,
Brii333
Sunday, April 19, 2009
More Poetry
So our assignmnt on friday was to write three more poems--one about a month of the year, one speaking to something not human, and one made up almost entirely of questions.
Enjoy.
In April
Raindrops fall like jewels,
In April,
Saviors with power to heal.
Soft mist condensing on my face,
Cool and kind on my skin, it feels
almost soft, and with light steps,
twirls down, for the dead ground to feed.
Drama
You call to me like a siren's song,
I know I can't resist for long.
But, let's say for argument's sake,
To leave you behind is the choice I make.
I believe great longing I would feel,
to return to the song and the stage and the real
Love for pretending I know that is I,
The Sanctuary it brings me, inside.
So I know that Drama is where I must go,
To the rhythm of the steady flow
From the scene to the act to the musical.
So Many Questons Ask the Same Stupid Thing
Will I ever be able to
Be like you?
Can't I be pretty,
Small, and dainty, too?
A fragile Beauty
the world want to see--
Can I ever live up to
What I'm 'sposed to be?
The world's expectations
Are so hard to own.
Why can't I be the way
I've always been shown,
With delicate hands,
and a tiny waist?
Why can't all these eyes
Just give me my space?
I know that a Beauty
I never will be,
So why do I try to
Be what they want to see?
I can't seem to help
This obsession of mine,
Though I know it's what's
Killing me, deep down inside.
Hoping to Hear Consructive Criticism,
Brii333
Enjoy.
In April
Raindrops fall like jewels,
In April,
Saviors with power to heal.
Soft mist condensing on my face,
Cool and kind on my skin, it feels
almost soft, and with light steps,
twirls down, for the dead ground to feed.
Drama
You call to me like a siren's song,
I know I can't resist for long.
But, let's say for argument's sake,
To leave you behind is the choice I make.
I believe great longing I would feel,
to return to the song and the stage and the real
Love for pretending I know that is I,
The Sanctuary it brings me, inside.
So I know that Drama is where I must go,
To the rhythm of the steady flow
From the scene to the act to the musical.
So Many Questons Ask the Same Stupid Thing
Will I ever be able to
Be like you?
Can't I be pretty,
Small, and dainty, too?
A fragile Beauty
the world want to see--
Can I ever live up to
What I'm 'sposed to be?
The world's expectations
Are so hard to own.
Why can't I be the way
I've always been shown,
With delicate hands,
and a tiny waist?
Why can't all these eyes
Just give me my space?
I know that a Beauty
I never will be,
So why do I try to
Be what they want to see?
I can't seem to help
This obsession of mine,
Though I know it's what's
Killing me, deep down inside.
Hoping to Hear Consructive Criticism,
Brii333
Friday, April 17, 2009
Day Of Silence
http://www.dayofsilence.org/
Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am participating in the Day of Silence (DOS), a national youth movement bringing attention to the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender people and their allies. My deliberate silence echoes that silence, which is caused by anti-LGBT bullying, name-calling, and harassment. I believe that ending the silence is the first step toward building awareness and making a commitment to adress these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today.
What are you going to do to end the silence?
GLSEN, http://www.glsen.org/
Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am participating in the Day of Silence (DOS), a national youth movement bringing attention to the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender people and their allies. My deliberate silence echoes that silence, which is caused by anti-LGBT bullying, name-calling, and harassment. I believe that ending the silence is the first step toward building awareness and making a commitment to adress these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today.
What are you going to do to end the silence?
GLSEN, http://www.glsen.org/
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Vote For Me?
I got more stuff on the Teen Ink web site.....I would love you forever and ever and ever and ever and EVER if you would vote for me...
Oija:
http://www.teenink.com/raw/Poetry/article/97895/Oiuja/
Sestina for One Beloved:
http://www.teenink.com/raw/Poetry/article/98370/Sestina-for-one-Beloved/
Loves To You
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Brii333
Oija:
http://www.teenink.com/raw/Poetry/article/97895/Oiuja/
Sestina for One Beloved:
http://www.teenink.com/raw/Poetry/article/98370/Sestina-for-one-Beloved/
Loves To You
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Brii333
Monday, April 13, 2009
Conspiracy Theorist
Okay, so next Halloween I'm going to dress up as a conspiracy theorist. I'm going to have a tinfoil hat for sure, but I have no clue what else to have for my outfit. If you've got any ideas, it would be lovely to hear from you. :D
Thankiez to my Favorite Subscribers...
Brii333
Thankiez to my Favorite Subscribers...
Brii333
Relating To Edgar Allan Poe
I love reading Edgar Allan Poe. My used copy of "The Fall of the House of Usher and Other Writings" is well loved and kind of sad looking (it's a paperback). Some of my favorites include The Sleeper, Lenore, The Raven, Annabel Lee, The Bells, Eldorado, Eleanora, The Masque of the Red Death, The Tell-Tale Heart, The Pit and the Pendulum, and The Cask of Amontillado.
There are a lot of lines I can relate to. But there's a part of The Pit and the Pendulum with which I can relate to better then I thought I would...
"It was not that I feared to look upon things horrible, but that I grew aghast lest there should be nothing to see. At length, with a wild desperation at heart, I quickly unclosed my eyes. My worst thoughts, then, were confirmed. The blackness of eternal night encompassed me. I struggled for breath. The intensity of the darkness seemed to oppress and stifle me. The atmosphere was intolerably close."
I'm confessing my terrible fear of complete darkness only because I was told by our health teacher, Mrs. GL, that if I didn't learn to open up about things, I would never get over my addictive behaviors disorder. I want very badly to make it go away, so I am practicing opening up with my nyctohylophobia.
And while I'm setting myself up for many taunts from tony, I might as well confess that I am also terrified of tampons and ouija boards and ghosts.
That was a lot harder to admit then it should have been. I'm trying very hard not to delete this.
xoxoxo,
Brii333
QUOTE OF THE DAY
One will never reach distant shores,
if he chooses to remain upon the dock,
In fear his little ship of dreams
may be dashed against the rocks.
-- F. Bolen.
There are a lot of lines I can relate to. But there's a part of The Pit and the Pendulum with which I can relate to better then I thought I would...
"It was not that I feared to look upon things horrible, but that I grew aghast lest there should be nothing to see. At length, with a wild desperation at heart, I quickly unclosed my eyes. My worst thoughts, then, were confirmed. The blackness of eternal night encompassed me. I struggled for breath. The intensity of the darkness seemed to oppress and stifle me. The atmosphere was intolerably close."
I'm confessing my terrible fear of complete darkness only because I was told by our health teacher, Mrs. GL, that if I didn't learn to open up about things, I would never get over my addictive behaviors disorder. I want very badly to make it go away, so I am practicing opening up with my nyctohylophobia.
And while I'm setting myself up for many taunts from tony, I might as well confess that I am also terrified of tampons and ouija boards and ghosts.
That was a lot harder to admit then it should have been. I'm trying very hard not to delete this.
xoxoxo,
Brii333
QUOTE OF THE DAY
One will never reach distant shores,
if he chooses to remain upon the dock,
In fear his little ship of dreams
may be dashed against the rocks.
-- F. Bolen.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Acrostics
For our poetry book in English class, we had to write acrostics. We were only supposed to write two, but I wrote four. I happen to hate the way acrostics look, so I wrote them to look like not acrostics.
To make it easier for you to read the word down the side, though, I'll make it a different color.
Damn, I hate the way that looks. :P
Anyhoo, for the first one, we drew a word out of a little container, and I drew the word "Saltwater."
Ocean Drowning
Savior Impersonation, poisoned and
Always eager to
Leave it's bitter
Taste on your lips.
Weaving into your lungs
As you
Try to choke the murderer back up as it
Eats it's way past your crumbling,
Ripped defenses.
and then I just pulled a few out of my brain...
My Fault? Probably...
With this, I'm never sure if it's just me,
Or the who world.
Ripping razors in my lungs restrict
The air I try to hold.
Hell is where I know I'll go,
Lest I can change my ways,
Each empty beat of worthless heart
Seems pained, Shredded, Awry.
Something's tearing it apart...
Maybe I Should Go To Lunch...
Hellish clawing in my core,
Undermining self-control.
Needing food and wanting it,
Gets hard to tell the difference.
Every movement trembles with question,
Rapidly losing what ground I've gained.
Street
Slippery extent of shiny tar,
Tripping on the cracked cement.
Rip my jeans of crumbling black,
Every fall shredding my flesh,
Every shred dripping red
To mix with that of those before.
Constructive criticism wanted.
Much Love
Brii333
To make it easier for you to read the word down the side, though, I'll make it a different color.
Damn, I hate the way that looks. :P
Anyhoo, for the first one, we drew a word out of a little container, and I drew the word "Saltwater."
Ocean Drowning
Savior Impersonation, poisoned and
Always eager to
Leave it's bitter
Taste on your lips.
Weaving into your lungs
As you
Try to choke the murderer back up as it
Eats it's way past your crumbling,
Ripped defenses.
and then I just pulled a few out of my brain...
My Fault? Probably...
With this, I'm never sure if it's just me,
Or the who world.
Ripping razors in my lungs restrict
The air I try to hold.
Hell is where I know I'll go,
Lest I can change my ways,
Each empty beat of worthless heart
Seems pained, Shredded, Awry.
Something's tearing it apart...
Maybe I Should Go To Lunch...
Hellish clawing in my core,
Undermining self-control.
Needing food and wanting it,
Gets hard to tell the difference.
Every movement trembles with question,
Rapidly losing what ground I've gained.
Street
Slippery extent of shiny tar,
Tripping on the cracked cement.
Rip my jeans of crumbling black,
Every fall shredding my flesh,
Every shred dripping red
To mix with that of those before.
Constructive criticism wanted.
Much Love
Brii333
Musings
Everybody has Demons. Some people ignore them, some people hide them, some people smother them. But sometimes the Demon you thought you'd never have to face again climbs out from the deepest recesses of your soul, the darkest corner of your subconcious. It has waited a long time, growing and building it's strength for the day it returns to the forefront of your mind to wreak havok on the small bit of sanity you worked so hard to regain.
And then what? Do you move on, pull out a mask and hide the turmoil behind your eyes from the probing gazes of the Others? Or do you seek answers from another, that kind-faced lady with the shiney certificate on her wall which states that she's been qualified to try and pretend only she can show you how to save yourself?
What about the teacher who looks at you with concerned eyes as she reads your poem? The friend you know cares but couldn't handle the tired, pathetic truth?
You know the truth--you're weak. Far too weak to deny the hungry Demon the meal of shame and exhaustion you know it craves.
And the only thing you can do is plead silently for someone to save you from yourself.
Brii333
And then what? Do you move on, pull out a mask and hide the turmoil behind your eyes from the probing gazes of the Others? Or do you seek answers from another, that kind-faced lady with the shiney certificate on her wall which states that she's been qualified to try and pretend only she can show you how to save yourself?
What about the teacher who looks at you with concerned eyes as she reads your poem? The friend you know cares but couldn't handle the tired, pathetic truth?
You know the truth--you're weak. Far too weak to deny the hungry Demon the meal of shame and exhaustion you know it craves.
And the only thing you can do is plead silently for someone to save you from yourself.
Brii333
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Newsletter
Dear Branna,
This is a rare email – one where we celebrate another huge step towards marriage equality not in a matter of months or years, but literally days.
Vermont made history today, as the first state in America to enact marriage equality through legislative process – just FOUR DAYS after another huge win for marriage equality in Iowa. This is a resounding message about the direction of our country. Not only did the Vermont Legislature vote to support marriage equality, but they did so with a two-thirds majority to override the Governor's veto.
Now the courageous leaders of the Vermont House and Senate are about to bear the brunt of a right-wing backlash. Let's show them they did the right thing.Send a quick thank-you note to Vermont's House and Senate leaders who stood strong for equality.
Our path has never been easy. But sometimes our perseverance is rewarded with enormous breakthroughs like these. After the Iowa court decision last Friday and today's historic vote in Vermont, we have DOUBLED – in one week – the number of states that allow loving, committed lesbian and gay couples to marry. I can't overstate the significance of the Vermont victory. The governor had just vetoed the marriage equality bill, and we were a few votes short of the two-thirds majority necessary to override that veto. But we prevailed. And YOU had a hand in this victory. Your support enabled us to work with the dedicated and talented team at the Vermont Freedom to Marry Task Force for over a year to lay the groundwork. And HRC's National Field Director traveled to Vermont several times this year, including this week, meeting with lawmakers HRC helped elect. In Iowa, HRC played an instrumental role in electing a fair-minded majority to the State House and protecting and expanding the fair-minded majority in the State Senate, giving us leaders who last week so eloquently defended the court's decision. It's all proof positive that your support of HRC makes a tangible difference. If you have ever doubted our ability to change the hearts and minds of our friends, neighbors, coworkers and fellow citizens, let today lay those fears to rest. Of course, there is still much work ahead. The California Supreme Court will decide in the next 60 days whether to uphold Proposition 8. And even now, the radical right is using these tremendous milestones for equality to rally their troops and spread their lies. We'll need to call on you in the days and weeks ahead to help us defend these victories and push for equality in other states.
In the meantime, please take a moment to celebrate these historic wins with your loved ones. And make sure these courageous Vermont leaders receive the praise they deserve.
Send your note to the leaders of the Vermont Legislature who stood up for what's right today.
The dedication of HRC's members and activists is the driving force behind our work. I cannot thank you enough for helping make this day possible.
Warmly,
Joe Solmonese
President
P.S. When it rains, it pours. Just hours ago, Washington, DC's City Council voted to recognize marriages from other jurisdictions! The measure won't become law until it's approved by the mayor and Congress, but it's a big win, and we'll keep you posted.
This is a rare email – one where we celebrate another huge step towards marriage equality not in a matter of months or years, but literally days.
Vermont made history today, as the first state in America to enact marriage equality through legislative process – just FOUR DAYS after another huge win for marriage equality in Iowa. This is a resounding message about the direction of our country. Not only did the Vermont Legislature vote to support marriage equality, but they did so with a two-thirds majority to override the Governor's veto.
Now the courageous leaders of the Vermont House and Senate are about to bear the brunt of a right-wing backlash. Let's show them they did the right thing.Send a quick thank-you note to Vermont's House and Senate leaders who stood strong for equality.
Our path has never been easy. But sometimes our perseverance is rewarded with enormous breakthroughs like these. After the Iowa court decision last Friday and today's historic vote in Vermont, we have DOUBLED – in one week – the number of states that allow loving, committed lesbian and gay couples to marry. I can't overstate the significance of the Vermont victory. The governor had just vetoed the marriage equality bill, and we were a few votes short of the two-thirds majority necessary to override that veto. But we prevailed. And YOU had a hand in this victory. Your support enabled us to work with the dedicated and talented team at the Vermont Freedom to Marry Task Force for over a year to lay the groundwork. And HRC's National Field Director traveled to Vermont several times this year, including this week, meeting with lawmakers HRC helped elect. In Iowa, HRC played an instrumental role in electing a fair-minded majority to the State House and protecting and expanding the fair-minded majority in the State Senate, giving us leaders who last week so eloquently defended the court's decision. It's all proof positive that your support of HRC makes a tangible difference. If you have ever doubted our ability to change the hearts and minds of our friends, neighbors, coworkers and fellow citizens, let today lay those fears to rest. Of course, there is still much work ahead. The California Supreme Court will decide in the next 60 days whether to uphold Proposition 8. And even now, the radical right is using these tremendous milestones for equality to rally their troops and spread their lies. We'll need to call on you in the days and weeks ahead to help us defend these victories and push for equality in other states.
In the meantime, please take a moment to celebrate these historic wins with your loved ones. And make sure these courageous Vermont leaders receive the praise they deserve.
Send your note to the leaders of the Vermont Legislature who stood up for what's right today.
The dedication of HRC's members and activists is the driving force behind our work. I cannot thank you enough for helping make this day possible.
Warmly,
Joe Solmonese
President
P.S. When it rains, it pours. Just hours ago, Washington, DC's City Council voted to recognize marriages from other jurisdictions! The measure won't become law until it's approved by the mayor and Congress, but it's a big win, and we'll keep you posted.
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