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be_themoonlet us talk about my day, in which one of three random guys who were playing hooky while I was at Park told me to "keep running, whore!" ... on second thought, no, let us not. I am still unsure of whether my non-response was the best one. (the rest of the day was fine, though!)
we shall, however, talk about how I got my mind completely blown by Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles over the past three days, and am now flailing about how there are only TWO SEASONS and I want moooore and they can't do that not after the end of Season 2 they just can't omg NOT FAIR. I just. D: DEREK. and Cameron! and the MUSIC. "Donald, Where's Your Trousers" my heaaaart. JOHN AND SARAH <333. I cannot believe that cliffhanger they ended on, that's just mean. D: I was pretty much in shell shock after I finished the season finale, unable to get out a single coherent sentence about it. I'm still having trouble with that. you guys, John Henry and Savannah were so adorable, and Weaver was just askdhfls I looooved her and CHARLEEEEY. and John was really starting to come into his own those last six episodes.
this means, however, that I am all shell-shocked out and probably won't watch SPN until sometime tomorrow, because I have to save some for Doctor Who today (<3333).
we can also talk poetry!
Belfast Tune by Joseph Brodsky
Here's a girl from a dangerous town.
She crops her dark hair short
so that less of her has to frown
when someone gets hurt.
She folds her memories like a parachute.
Dropped, she collects the peat
and cooks her veggies at home: they shoot
here where they eat.
Ah, there's more sky in these parts than, say,
ground. Hence her voice's pitch,
and her stare stains your retina like a gray
bulb when you switch
hemispheres, and her knee-length quilt
skirt's cut to catch the squall.
I dream of her either loved or killed
because the town's too small.
We can also talk about how I wrote this up very, very late at night and got my internet connection cut off before I could post it. :P
we shall, however, talk about how I got my mind completely blown by Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles over the past three days, and am now flailing about how there are only TWO SEASONS and I want moooore and they can't do that not after the end of Season 2 they just can't omg NOT FAIR. I just. D: DEREK. and Cameron! and the MUSIC. "Donald, Where's Your Trousers" my heaaaart. JOHN AND SARAH <333. I cannot believe that cliffhanger they ended on, that's just mean. D: I was pretty much in shell shock after I finished the season finale, unable to get out a single coherent sentence about it. I'm still having trouble with that. you guys, John Henry and Savannah were so adorable, and Weaver was just askdhfls I looooved her and CHARLEEEEY. and John was really starting to come into his own those last six episodes.
this means, however, that I am all shell-shocked out and probably won't watch SPN until sometime tomorrow, because I have to save some for Doctor Who today (<3333).
we can also talk poetry!
Belfast Tune by Joseph Brodsky
Here's a girl from a dangerous town.
She crops her dark hair short
so that less of her has to frown
when someone gets hurt.
She folds her memories like a parachute.
Dropped, she collects the peat
and cooks her veggies at home: they shoot
here where they eat.
Ah, there's more sky in these parts than, say,
ground. Hence her voice's pitch,
and her stare stains your retina like a gray
bulb when you switch
hemispheres, and her knee-length quilt
skirt's cut to catch the squall.
I dream of her either loved or killed
because the town's too small.
We can also talk about how I wrote this up very, very late at night and got my internet connection cut off before I could post it. :P