We're the Bright Unconquered Suns
May. 18th, 2004 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundrielSo, yeah. Olive and I are going downtown this evening. The closer finals week gets, the less I can stand being here. It's not that I don't like it, I just want to be elsewhere, specifically Home. Didn't help that Mom was over this last weekend. Great to see her, but hard to see her go. We both wanted to run away. She didn't want to go back to home and work and I didn't want to go back to the dorm and school. But, y'know, just a few more weeks.
We had fun though. Went and saw Van Helsing which wasn't great, but I found entertaining. Possibly just because I'm weird. Thought it was hilariously funny when I probably shouldn't have. Oh well. I was pleasantly surprised when Dr. Frankenstein appeared in the first ten minutes and was Samuel West(!!). I had no idea he was in it, small part though it was. Good to see him working.
Anyway. So Olive and I are going to go see a movie, but I don't know what. We've both nixed Troy. She doesn't want to see it and I'm not in the mood for...that. (Orlando Bloom's a WEENIE.) So I don't know what we're going to do. Wouldn't mind seeing Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again.
Oh yeah, and I finished the first season of Farscape and bought the second season. Mom watched the season one finale (which is one of those uber-cliffhangers) with me and when it was over she's like, "Put the next one in! You can't just leave me hanging like that." It's a great show.
Also, behind the cut is a small little thing I wrote. Probably written during Sociology, actually. It's not great. It's not even that good. But there are parts of it I really like, and for now that's all that matters. :)
When she was a child, she used to make wishes. At birthdays, at holidays, at night, whenever she could. Every night, the first star to break through the darkness got a wish. An unhappy childhood, an unfortunate existence, was not the reason for all of her hope. Her life was happy, she was always content. The wishes were just insurance.
How do you insure insurance?
As an adult, she has learned not to put her hopes and dreams, her life in the hands of superstition. It is fickle, cold and cruel. Where are all her wishes now? They lie withered and dying, brittle as autumn leaves littered across the ground. They have forsaken her and left her empty, her hope abandoned.
When she was a child, she made wishes. Now, she only wishes on fallen stars.
We had fun though. Went and saw Van Helsing which wasn't great, but I found entertaining. Possibly just because I'm weird. Thought it was hilariously funny when I probably shouldn't have. Oh well. I was pleasantly surprised when Dr. Frankenstein appeared in the first ten minutes and was Samuel West(!!). I had no idea he was in it, small part though it was. Good to see him working.
Anyway. So Olive and I are going to go see a movie, but I don't know what. We've both nixed Troy. She doesn't want to see it and I'm not in the mood for...that. (Orlando Bloom's a WEENIE.) So I don't know what we're going to do. Wouldn't mind seeing Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again.
Oh yeah, and I finished the first season of Farscape and bought the second season. Mom watched the season one finale (which is one of those uber-cliffhangers) with me and when it was over she's like, "Put the next one in! You can't just leave me hanging like that." It's a great show.
Also, behind the cut is a small little thing I wrote. Probably written during Sociology, actually. It's not great. It's not even that good. But there are parts of it I really like, and for now that's all that matters. :)
When she was a child, she used to make wishes. At birthdays, at holidays, at night, whenever she could. Every night, the first star to break through the darkness got a wish. An unhappy childhood, an unfortunate existence, was not the reason for all of her hope. Her life was happy, she was always content. The wishes were just insurance.
How do you insure insurance?
As an adult, she has learned not to put her hopes and dreams, her life in the hands of superstition. It is fickle, cold and cruel. Where are all her wishes now? They lie withered and dying, brittle as autumn leaves littered across the ground. They have forsaken her and left her empty, her hope abandoned.
When she was a child, she made wishes. Now, she only wishes on fallen stars.