As you can see, UNREALIST is now part of prodigal-angel.net, because
I've got too much free space on my hosting account to throw it on a freesite with content
advertising *shudder*
UNREALIST is my personal site and fanlisting collective. I host
three fanlistings here, two of which are OFFICIAL and approved by TFL.org, and you can
also see the many differemt fanlistings which I have joined. I also have quizzage, funny
quotes, personal bio, cosplay (eventually), photos, a blog (with RANTS! shudder),
and original fiction and poetry (hosted on my deviantart account). I will also have
quizzes and sewing tips and patterns for those of us who are hopeless romantics without
much cash or time.
Enjoy your stay, and mind the ghoulies. ;-)
The new layout features an image by Victoria Frances scanned by Aethereality.net, fonts from 1001 Free Fonts, and brushes by Lush Brushes. Micro-buttons from this site.The
graphic effects were created with Paint Shop Pro 5. It is green because green is my
favorite color, specifically this green which I lovingly call "puke green." The
title is Acidic Lucia, in honor of Sir Walter Scott's Bride of of Lammermoor and
its operatic counterpart. Long live the Victorian madwoman!
Oh yeah. I knew I needed it out of the way, so I studied and took it. It wasn't...bad. I just did that thing where I know absolutely everything and put in the paper with no sense or order. Yeah... I was like "and that's because this person believed this which is romantic because romantics believe this and..." UGH. I hate having to write academically within a given time frame. I cannot use academic language. I just sound stupid. "He elucidates blah blah blah" I'll probably get an A providing she can read my horrible handwriting. (I probably wrote more than most people will too, so there are ink blots EVERYWHERE.). Kudos to me for knowing certain people's political backgrounds.
I'd mention more about the test but that's considered academic dishonesty.
I had a piece of ham. It made me happy. I saw a puppy. It was cute. ^ | | My current level of thought processing. Sleep. Sleep is good.
A girl just walked past with a shaved head and slight mohawk. I don't know why, but it made me sad. Anyway, I'm not one to talk, sitting here in a long bohemian skirt with a ruffled gothic stained-glass print blouse under a false pair of stays. I 'm nervous about showing my ankles, to be quite honest (OMG ankle pr0n!!).
Oh yeah, I talked to a squirrel today, and it started squeaking back. I'm serious. It didn't run or anything--it was talking to me. Maybe this means I can get the birds to help me with my midterms, or call the crabs to take me to the bank? Alas, my Disney moments.
Made last entry friends only. I figure the rest of you are probably fed up with my using the f-word (the eight letter one that has to do with the ERA) so much anyway. So..midterms. I have the study guides for three classes (Romantic Era, North Renn, Japan Art), but Shakespeare is being elusive. The professor talks about Elizabethan linguistics, rolls a film, and has us read, but nothing in terms of test preparation has been mentioned.
So here is my exam schedule then: S- Finalize study guides for classes, finish reading Tenant of Wildfell Hall M - Take Romantic Era midterm in the late afternoon, early evening T - ?? (maybe opportune time to write that paper for Independent study) W - North Renn Midterm in Class (Shakespeare??) TH - Japan Art Midterm in Class F - Meet w/ Dr. Hutton and hand in paper on Tenant of Wildfell Hall SAT - FALL BREAK! (translation: redo Art Hist notebook that got bahleeted D-:)
Also, I found a 1986 film called Gothic about the ghost story contest between Byron, the Shelleys, and Polidori. It looks awesome, and I definitely am going to watch it friday evening hopefully.
Please allow me to introduce myself...I'm a man of wealth and taste..
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Livejournal wasn't working for me earlier today. Alas. Am finally getting a break after a week of crazy. I had an excellent lunch, attended a seminar, and then spent about 45 minutes sitting in nature by the stream at our school, listening to the birds sing and the wind whistle through the trees. Just like I like it, darnit.
And now, well now that I've listened to Never There by Hoobastank, Invincible by Pat Benatar, and Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones, I think I'm Miltonian-Byronic Satanic tragic heroed out for one afternoon. Fairwell happy fields, hail slumber, hail internal world and thou profoundest SLEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
I wish I could say that I'm filled with excitement and teaming with desire to create art through portraying memorable characters, but I'm not. Don't get me wrong, "Vital Signs" is an excellent play, but it's a postmodern minimalist play that ends on a note of hopeless cynicism. I'm a neo-romantic here having to say things about how I believe I'm biologically being prepared to die and my non-existance is something I look forward to---I'm not happy. But the selection sucks. I found out the same company could have gotten us "Agnes of God," which is AWESOME and also a female-centric cast play. I will play well my part, therein all honor yada yada, but I hope the musical is something with a message of empowerment and hope.
And HUGE SETS and AWESOME COSTUMES, and MAGICAL LEPRECHAUNS near ANCIENT RUINS in MYSTICAL IRELAND. Yeah, I'm incurable. But Rainbow is on the selection list and is right down that alley.
Stuffs ta do: ( A woman's work is never done.. ) ...*rereads* At some point this next week, I would also like to finish some sewing projects, update my website, work on my creative fiction, and bake cookies for the cast (note to me: buy ribbon). ..and sleep, maybe.
Gloria by Laura Branigan (yeah, sad I know, I keep changin the lyrics XD)
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( Please read the comments under the cut that I made to save your friend's page ) She loves Louisa May Alcott, might I add. When I told her it was tradition in my family that "Little Women" was passed on from mother to daughter (I'm NAMED after Jo), she told we shared a wonderful connection (and Alcott is, by golly). She signed a copy of her book "Outrageous Acts & Everyday Rebellions" to my aunt, mother, and any new faces (I told her to say that because I want her writing passed on to my children or my nieces/nephews). Then I got up the courage to do something I've dreamt of for years:
"Ms. Steinem, I know this seems like an odd request, but will you sign my grandmother's copy of Etiquette by Emily Post? She kind of hated the thing, and I've rediscovered it." ( SHE SIGNED MY ETIQUETTE PRIMER. ) Of course, I don't need her signature to have that choice or express it to others, but flashing her siggy to those who have told me I'm "undoing 200 years of women's lib" because I don't wear pants certainly is helpful.
C'mon, ladies and gents: We're all feminists. I just happen to like tea and table-setting. I am my own housewife, you see. I don't need a man to "take care of me" or to cook and clean for the sake of another---I am breadwinner and gracious hostess all-in-one, and I do it for ME and MY guests. And I will take pride in my self-efficiency and joy in the strides of others toward achieving that same sense of liberation. We're not in this to mock our differences, but to embrace the inter-connectivity of humanity. The treatment of men affects me, as does the treatment of people of color, even though I belong to neither sphere. And I fight for their rights as well as my own, as well as the rights of women who think I'm "prudish" and "anti-feminist" for dressing modestly. Victorian aesthetic =\= Victorian social values in the 2000s. I may carry myself with grace and modesty, but I am as fiery as a Romantic poet and sure as hell not silent.
I did not get closure today. To add irony to Byrony, I simply have continued to the next stage of my "heroic quest." And that's fine, because I am taking with me a fire and spark that will guide me on my journey--a new sense of who I am and what I believe, rekindled and nourished by my community and my peers. I conclude with this encouragement from Ms. Steinem: Do something outrageous everyday. That can change the world.
Not that I didn't have a good time mind you, but people get way too bitchy and competitive and I just needed to go on livejournal and browse egl for a break. Someone posted the veoh link to TV Kawaii's fashion spots and that cheered me up. ( On losing all my computer files due to my pin drive internally combusting )
Upside: I went to Target to get a new pin drive (which I have done--I named it "Lord Byron"), and saw this cute grey dress on the clearance rack. It said S, but the dress was huge (petticoat fits under it) and had shirring in the arms and under the bust. Sure enough, it fit, and for 4 bucks my mother was okay with my buying it.
Downside: I hate September. I can't wait for October to come, because I have way way way too much to do and can't afford to borrow money from other people to pay for unintentional expenses. I love workstudy, but I'm seriously thinking of getting a job near campus or something. I am not going to be "that girlfriend of mine who always owes me money." Ain't happening.
Oh, and I have the best little sisters ever (at Salem, it's a campus tradition for a Junior to adopt first years): They got me a PIRATE Build-a-Bear! When I hug it, it says "We love you, you're the best big sister ever!" *SOOOOOB* I'm so busy this weekend. Hurry up October!
accomplished
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disney
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