So many things!
Sep. 23rd, 2005 08:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elabyFirst of all, happy birthday to my most precious person. I'll love you when you're 24 just the same as when you're 64 :)
And getting some memage out of the way!
When you see this in a friend's journal, post a poem!
No specious splendour of this stone
Endears it to my memory ever;
With lustre only once it shone,
And blushes modest as the giver.
Some, who can sneer at friendship’s ties,
Have, for my weakness, oft reprov’d me;
Yet still the simple gift I prize,
For I am sure, the giver lov’d me.
He offer’d it with downcast look,
As fearful that I might refuse it;
I told him, when the gift I took,
My only fear should be, to lose it.
This pledge attentively I view’d,
And sparkling as I held it near,
Methought one drop the stone bedew’d,
And, ever since, I’ve lov’d a tear.
Still, to adorn his humble youth,
Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield;
But he, who seeks the flowers of truth,
Must quit the garden, for the field.
‘Tis not the plant uprear’d in sloth,
Which beauty shews, and sheds perfume;
The flowers, which yield the most of both,
In Nature’s wild luxuriance bloom.
Had Fortune aided Nature’s care,
For once forgetting to be blind,
His would have been an ample share,
If well proportioned to his mind.
But had the Goddess clearly seen,
His form had fix’d her fickle breast;
Her countless hoards would his have been,
And none remain’d to give the rest.
Byron 1807
And...
When you see this in a friend's journal, quote Shakespeare!
Since all and sundry would probably kill me for quoting Laertes Angst, as I am more often wont to do, here's something you haven't heard from me ten frillion times.
Marcus:
You sad-fac’d men, people and sons of Rome,
By uproar sever’d, like a flight of fowl
Scatter’d by winds and high tempestuous gusts,
O! let me teach you how to knit again
This scatter’d corn into one mutual sheaf,
These broken limbs again into one body;
Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself,
And she whom mighty kingdoms curtsy to,
Like a forlorn and desperate castaway,
Do shameful execution on herself.
- Titus Andronicus
Poor Marcus. His family's looooooony.
Anyway, to make this post even longer (whee!) I had a lot of dreams last night. Most of them were really annoying - some scary hobo man trying to steal all the stuff out of my grandmother's house, and some lady badmouthing my dad while I'm trying to vote - but it was all kind of made up for by the fact that I had an angsty fanfic Saitou dream.
Okay, so in my dream, Saitou had just fought Shishio and got his ass majorly kicked. And here's where it departs from canon: Kenshin takes him back home to fix him up. So he's sitting around alone, sulking and being disappointed in himself, and Ayame and Suzume (who, canonically, hate his guts) bring him some ice cream. He's kind of like "WTF?" at first, but the ice cream has little toy-shaped candies in it, so he eats it. And he looks all terribly sad while eating his ice cream. Then Kenshin comes up behind him and puts his hand on his shoulder, and is all "I need you. I can't win this without you." And Saitou's all "I'm a failure, wah."
*dies* Why do I dream the most embarrassing things about characters like him, who would never be caught dead showing emotion in front of their arch enemy? At least when it's angsty Snape dreams, Snape has less self-control so even if it's whacked out, it's slightly more plausible. Silly brain, angst is for Kenshin.
Man, I have a cough-and-scratchy-throat.
I REALLY don't want to do any work this morning. I think I'll goof off until I have to go to work at 10.
And getting some memage out of the way!
When you see this in a friend's journal, post a poem!
No specious splendour of this stone
Endears it to my memory ever;
With lustre only once it shone,
And blushes modest as the giver.
Some, who can sneer at friendship’s ties,
Have, for my weakness, oft reprov’d me;
Yet still the simple gift I prize,
For I am sure, the giver lov’d me.
He offer’d it with downcast look,
As fearful that I might refuse it;
I told him, when the gift I took,
My only fear should be, to lose it.
This pledge attentively I view’d,
And sparkling as I held it near,
Methought one drop the stone bedew’d,
And, ever since, I’ve lov’d a tear.
Still, to adorn his humble youth,
Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield;
But he, who seeks the flowers of truth,
Must quit the garden, for the field.
‘Tis not the plant uprear’d in sloth,
Which beauty shews, and sheds perfume;
The flowers, which yield the most of both,
In Nature’s wild luxuriance bloom.
Had Fortune aided Nature’s care,
For once forgetting to be blind,
His would have been an ample share,
If well proportioned to his mind.
But had the Goddess clearly seen,
His form had fix’d her fickle breast;
Her countless hoards would his have been,
And none remain’d to give the rest.
Byron 1807
And...
When you see this in a friend's journal, quote Shakespeare!
Since all and sundry would probably kill me for quoting Laertes Angst, as I am more often wont to do, here's something you haven't heard from me ten frillion times.
Marcus:
You sad-fac’d men, people and sons of Rome,
By uproar sever’d, like a flight of fowl
Scatter’d by winds and high tempestuous gusts,
O! let me teach you how to knit again
This scatter’d corn into one mutual sheaf,
These broken limbs again into one body;
Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself,
And she whom mighty kingdoms curtsy to,
Like a forlorn and desperate castaway,
Do shameful execution on herself.
- Titus Andronicus
Poor Marcus. His family's looooooony.
Anyway, to make this post even longer (whee!) I had a lot of dreams last night. Most of them were really annoying - some scary hobo man trying to steal all the stuff out of my grandmother's house, and some lady badmouthing my dad while I'm trying to vote - but it was all kind of made up for by the fact that I had an angsty fanfic Saitou dream.
Okay, so in my dream, Saitou had just fought Shishio and got his ass majorly kicked. And here's where it departs from canon: Kenshin takes him back home to fix him up. So he's sitting around alone, sulking and being disappointed in himself, and Ayame and Suzume (who, canonically, hate his guts) bring him some ice cream. He's kind of like "WTF?" at first, but the ice cream has little toy-shaped candies in it, so he eats it. And he looks all terribly sad while eating his ice cream. Then Kenshin comes up behind him and puts his hand on his shoulder, and is all "I need you. I can't win this without you." And Saitou's all "I'm a failure, wah."
*dies* Why do I dream the most embarrassing things about characters like him, who would never be caught dead showing emotion in front of their arch enemy? At least when it's angsty Snape dreams, Snape has less self-control so even if it's whacked out, it's slightly more plausible. Silly brain, angst is for Kenshin.
Man, I have a cough-and-scratchy-throat.
I REALLY don't want to do any work this morning. I think I'll goof off until I have to go to work at 10.
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Date: 2005-09-23 01:09 pm (UTC)Yay for fanfic dreams!
I love you!@
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Date: 2005-09-23 01:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-23 01:19 pm (UTC)Thanks :) I hadn't read all of it before. It's very nice.
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Date: 2005-09-23 01:37 pm (UTC)Illian - ... don't look at me!
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Date: 2005-09-23 01:37 pm (UTC)Kyrielle - I think I swoon often enough for the both of us, don't you? -_-
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Date: 2005-09-23 01:40 pm (UTC)Illian - I don't do that whole swooning thing.
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Date: 2005-09-23 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-23 01:34 pm (UTC)I'd be grateful to have bad fanfic dreams. *snerk*
Okay, so in my dream, Saitou had just fought Shishio and got his ass majorly kicked. And here's where it departs from canon: Kenshin takes him back home to fix him up.
Aw ...
So he's sitting around alone, sulking and being disappointed in himself, and Ayame and Suzume (who, canonically, hate his guts) bring him some ice cream.
AWWWWW .....
He's kind of like "WTF?" at first, but the ice cream has little toy-shaped candies in it, so he eats it. And he looks all terribly sad while eating his ice cream.
*snerkgiggle* You should SO draw this (at the risk of being gatotsued). I can just picture Saitou, sitting there all morose, eating ice cream with little toy candies in it. *dies*
Then Kenshin comes up behind him and puts his hand on his shoulder, and is all "I need you. I can't win this without you." And Saitou's all "I'm a failure, wah."
Something Kenshin might think of doing but would never do. And likewise, something Saitou would never do in a million years. While eating his ice cream, no less. I dunno, every time I think about him sitting there eating his toy-candy filled ice cream and indulging in self-flagellation, I just go into a fit of giggles.
Gods, you have the best dreams. Or at least the funniest.
Hope your scratchy throat is just an allergy and not the start of a cold.
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Date: 2005-09-23 06:08 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked them ^_^ I'm sure you'll come up with something awesome!
I'd be grateful to have bad fanfic dreams. *snerk*
For some reason, I seem to have them every once in a while. It's very odd O.o;; My brain is trying to tell me to write people OOCly.
AWWWWW .....
"Daikirai, daikirai! Aw, you look sad. Have some ice cream."
*snerkgiggle* You should SO draw this (at the risk of being gatotsued). I can just picture Saitou, sitting there all morose, eating ice cream with little toy candies in it. *dies*
Hahaha... I'd never be able to draw it as serious as it was in the dream. I'd have to make it silly and cute if I wanted to do it with any skill.
Something Kenshin might think of doing but would never do. And likewise, something Saitou would never do in a million years. While eating his ice cream, no less.
I KNOW. I was so embarrassed for him to have dreamed that e_e *giggles* And Kenshin, while very empathetic and all that, I imagine would just be like "He can handle it" when it comes to Saitou. Anyone else, I'd think he would try to comfort.
I dunno, every time I think about him sitting there eating his toy-candy filled ice cream and indulging in self-flagellation, I just go into a fit of giggles.
Me too, now ;) That has to be the best phrasing EVER. *dies*