Thursday, December 25, 2008

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend;

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

-William Blake

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Rape is a Word With a Face

"Not rape, not quite that, but undesired nevertheless, undesired to the core. As though she had decided to go slack, die within herself for the duration, like a rabbit when the jaws of the fox close on its neck. So that everything done to her might be done, as it were, from far away."
-Disgrace, J.M. Coetzee

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Albert Camus is my hero

"Charm is a way of getting the answer 'yes' without asking a clear question."

"Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal."

"To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others."

"Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre."

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."

The Velvet Underground

This is a great song...good for studying too (because that's all I do lately!)
Femme Fatale by The Velvet Underground

Here she comes, you better watch your step
Shes going to break your heart in two, it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown

'Cause everybody knows
The things she does to please
She's just a little tease
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks

You're written in her book
You're number 37, have a look
Shes gonna play you for a fool, yes its true

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

The Spirit is the True Self -Cicero

Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.

How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.

Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.

F.I. Tyutchev
/translated by Vladimir Nabokov/

Funniest Shit Ever

This was passed along by my friend Bill. It's a mix of an actual Nick Jr. program and a rap video. Anything that perverts something intended for children is great in my book. Plus this is so damn catchy it kills me. Just look at her face!!

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

So Beautiful, it Almost Makes Me Cry

Sonnet 17
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

in which there is no I or you
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand
so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close

Pablo Neruda

Monday, December 1, 2008

Blair Waldorf is My Hero

Several posts back, I shared Chuck Bass' theme song and promo from the CW. Now Blair has one too! Thank God...

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Maddox Makes Me Laugh, Even Though He is Most Likely a Balding Pedophile Writing from His Mother's Basement

From the

When I see people wearing Crocs, I know immediately that we have nothing in common, and that we could never be friends or have any meaningful kind of relationship. They come in every color imaginable yet look bad with every other article of clothing ever created. The only thing that goes with Crocs is social ostracism.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Wuthering Heights

One of the many, many quotes that I consider to be the best ever and capture something about my soul (there are so many...they all bounce around in my head constantly, and both drive me crazy and keep me sane).

Also, before I share the awesomeness, I need to brag and say that I am going to double major in Philosophy and English Literature, and minor in Environmental Studies. Which means I'm going to have a ton of work every semester. But at least I'm working towards a goal! Yay!

Ok here you go:

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be. And if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger -- I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods; time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath -- a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind -- not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Fun stuff I found:

Definition of sapiosexuality :.



1. (n.) A behavior of becoming attracted to or aroused by intelligence and its use.

Origins: From the Latin root sapien, wise or intelligent, and Latin sexualis, relating to the sexes.

Example: Me? I don't care too much about the looks. I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil sense of humor. I want someone that I can reach out and touch randomly. I want someone I can cuddle with. I decided this all means that I am sapiosexual.

Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
Terry Pratchett

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours. --Ayn Rand (1905 - 1982), Atlas Shrugged

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Disgrace, J.M. Coetzee

I'm reading this novel for my Comparative Literature course, entitled "Colonial and Postcolonial Lit". I'm only to chapter 8, but I think this is an amazing quote:

"That's wonderful, then. I'm sorry, I just find it hard to whip up an interest in the subject. It's admirable, what you do, but to me animal-welfare people are a bit like Christians of a certain kind. Everyone is so cheerful and well intentioned that after a while you itch to go off and do some raping and pillaging. Or to kick a cat".

Monday, November 3, 2008


Here we go, the judgment day is here. Obama better get elected!!!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Chuck Bass is Smokin' Hot!

Great Quotes to Ponder

Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.

-Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Even though you may want to move forward in your life, you may have one foot on the brakes. In order to be free, we must learn how to let go. Release the hurt. Release the fear. Refuse to entertain your old pain. The energy it takes to hang onto the past is holding you back from a new life.

-Mary Manin Morrissey

What is the Absurd? It is, as may quite easily be seen, that I, a rational being, must act in a case where my reason, my powers of reflection, tell me: you can just as well do the one thing as the other, that is to say where my reason and reflection say: you cannot act and yet here is where I have to act... The Absurd, or to act by virtue of the absurd, is to act upon faith ... I must act, but reflection has closed the road so I take one of the possibilities and say: This is what I do, I cannot do otherwise because I am brought to a standstill by my powers of reflection.

– Søren Kierkegaard, Journals

Its like the whole world is this orchestra and I'm the conductor.

-Pretty Persuasion

I may forget you, but not forgive.

-Natalie Merchant

I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.

-American Psycho

She makes the depression business look surprisingly novel.
Paradise isn't lost, it was hiding all along.
There's the ones that you love,
The ones that love you,
The ones that make you come unglued.

-Marilyn Manson

I have a competition in me. I want no one else to succeed. I hate most people. There are times when I look at people and I see nothing worth liking. I've built my hatreds up over the years, little by little.

-There Will Be Blood

Friday, October 17, 2008

Best Cooking Blog

This is the best recipe database I've ever seen....with great step by step pictures. my mouth waters just looking at this stuff!!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Jewelry I Want

This is amazing jewelry which is amazingly perfect for me because it has so many of the quotes that I love so much. Plus all of it is so beautiful! PLUS, one of her rings is called "Adeline". Check it out at her website.
The spirit is the true self.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Lobster is Yummy!

A quick post before my Jane Austen seminar... I found this really cool map using stumbleupon. Click on the image to enlarge it and see all the detailed awesomeness.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Natalie Merchant is Such a Poet

It's a pity
It's a crying shame
Who pulled you down again?
How painful it must be
To bruise so easily inside

It's a pity
It's a downright crime
But it happens all the time
Wanna hide from the vicious world outside

They told you life is hard
It's misery from the start
It's dull and slow and painful

I tell you life is sweet
In spite of the misery
There's so much more
Be grateful

They told you life is hard
It's misery from the start
It's dull and slow and painful

I tell you life is sweet
In spite of the misery
There's so much more
Be grateful

They told you life is long
Be thankful when it's done
Don't ask for more
You should be grateful

But I tell you life is short
Be thankful because before you know
It will be over

Places I Love Part 2...Fairfield Hills

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I love being at college!

The campus is so looks just like Hogwarts. At night it really becomes the student's land; there are people walking around, working out at the gym, studying in the science center. The lights in the buildings are so pretty and soothing. Everything gets quiet and it doesn't feel like we have to share the campus with so many people. It just feels like my place. I can walk to the cafe and get a hot chocolate and it just makes me so happy.

I overlook the staff parking lot, and its so cool to see it empty out as the day wears on, and at night its so obvious that there aren't any adults here. Then in the morning I can hear cars pulling in slowly but surely. I look out my window and see the professors coming into work, and they just seem that much more human. Little things really make the experience more fun. Pub nights with professors are funny...but totally enjoyable. College is just such a cool world...a village just for students. We have our own pub, our own cafe, and our own beautiful campus to do what we want with.

P.S. Friday Jason and I are going to Lemongrass in Syracuse for Pad Thai! SOOO excited! Yummie.

Baby Bunny!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

The Five Stages of Drunkenness

Stage #1 -- Smart

This is when you suddenly become an expert on every subject. You
know all and greatly wish to express this knowledge to anyone who
will listen. At this stage you are also always right. And of course
the person you are talking with is very wrong. You will talk for
hours trying to convince someone that you are right. This makes for an
interesting argument when both parties are "smart". Two people talking,
in fact, arguing about a subject neither one really knows anything
about, but are convinced that they are they complete authority on the
subject makes for great entertainment for those get the opportunity to
listen in.

Stage #2 -- Handsome/Pretty

This is when you are convinced that you are the best looking person in
the entire room and everyone is looking at you. You begin to wink at
perfect strangers and ask them to dance because of course they had been
admiring you the whole evening. You are the center of attention, and all
eyes are directed at you because you are the most beautiful thing on the
face of the earth. Now keep in mind that you are still smart, so you can
talk to this person who has been admiring you about any and all subjects
under the sun.

Stage #3 -- Rich

This is when you suddenly become the richest person in the world. You can
buy drinks for the entire bar and put it on your bill because you surely
have an armored truck full of your money parked behind the bar. You can
also make bets in this stage. Now of course you still know all, so you
will always win all your bets. And you have no concern for how much
money you bet because you have all the money in the world. You will also
begin to buy drinks for all the people in the bar who are admiring you
because you are now the smartest, prettiest, and richest person on the
face of the earth.

Stage #4 -- Bulletproof

You can now pick fights with the people you have been betting money with
because you cannot be hurt by anything. At this point you would go up to
the boyfriend of the woman who had been admiring your beautiful self
all evening and challenge him to a battle of wits for money. You have no
worry about losing this battle of wits because you know all, have all
the money to cover this bet, and you obviously win a fight that might
erupt if he looses.

Stage #5 -- Invisible

This is the final stage of drunkenness. At this point you can do
absolutely anything because no one can see you. You can get up and dance
on a table; you can strip down to your underwear, to impress the people
who have been admiring you all evening, because the rest of the people
in the room cannot see you. You are also invisible to the person whom
you have picked a fight with earlier in the evening. You can walk through
the streets singing at the top of your lungs (because of course you are
still smart and know the tune perfectly) and no one will think anything
of it because they can't see you. All your social inhibitions are
gone. You can do anything, because no one will know.

And you certainly won't remember !

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Sunday, September 7, 2008

My Nola Bear is a Democat!

Radio Show!

My boyfriend and I have a radio show on our college station! It airs Thursdays at noon, and anyone can listen online at, so you better tune in! Our show is called "It's Always Sunny in Clinton" and should be a blast.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Fairy Name Generator

Your fairy is called Gossamer Demonglitter
She is a wicked and mischievous child.
She lives in spiderwebbed wonderlands and insect grottos.
She is only seen in the light of a shooting star.
She wears tiny black spiders on her dresses. She has red wings like a brightly coloured butterfly.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Vote Obama

It's so important that we all go out and vote. Especially the young people. We are the people who can get Obama elected. Don't be hungover on election day. Don't be too lazy or too busy. Go VOTE! And if you're at college out of state, get an absentee ballot! Do it! We can't afford to have McCain get elected...and he will if we don't make an effort.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

I need your opinion!

Ok, so I've narrowed it down from 400 billion options to four. What do you think? I really like the Louis Vuitton ones....I know its a bit Paris Hilton-y, but I think they're cute.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Floating over a sea of Vicodin

I have the best parents ever. Tonight Daddy went and got me the Chicken Marsala I like because I asked for it and it's soft enough to swallow.
Mommie ordered me a book all about Elliott Smith to entertain me in my sick bed. How thoughtful is that? Aww I love them both so much.

And tomorrow I get to see Jason!

My throat got ripped out

So, getting your tonsils out SUCKS!! But the funny thing is, I can't decide which I'm more excited about....having the pain go away, or eating. Obviously the two are linked....but ultimately I'm more excited for real food. I want Quesadillas, Pad Thai, and Pizza. My three favorite foods!

I get to see Jason really soon which will be awesome. I need to cuddle with him.

I watched the whole first season of 30 Rock and now I'm working on the second. Ever since The Royal Tenenbaums I've loved Alec Baldwin. It's a great show.

My room still smells really good because of my beautiful flowers. If it weren't for Vicodin I'd be dead.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Yay Miley!

What a cutie pie...

Monday, July 14, 2008

White Oleander

Janet Fitch's book "White Oleander" is completely incredible. It speaks to my soul, and interestingly, I feel hugely attached to BOTH Ingrid and Astrid. They have such different motivations, but they both make total sense to me. I think this is because I am often conflicted in my head and in my personality. If I had to pick one, though, I must say I am attracted to Ingrid's pure, beautiful cruelty.

I regret nothing. The question of good and evil will always be one of philosophy's most intriguing problems, up there with the problem of existence itself. I'm not quarreling with your choice of issues, only with your intellectually diminished approach. If evil means to be self-motivated, to live on one's own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil. Because we dare to look through our own eyes rather than mouth cliches lent us from the so-called Fathers. To dare to see is to steal fire from the Gods. This is mankind's destiny, the engine which fuels us as a race.
-Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Wednesday, July 2, 2008