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IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

So, here’s how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool…

Opening Credits: All American Rejects - "Move Along"

Waking Up: Matchbox 20 - "Unwell"
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Okay, so my soundtrack is the most disjointed, confusing soundtrack EVER. Although I do love the Flashback song.
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What American accent do you have?
Created by Xavier on Memegen.net

Northern. Whether you have the world famous Inland North accent of the Great Lakes area, or the radio-friendly sound of upstate NY and western New England, your accent is what used to set the standard for American English pronunciation (not much anymore now that the Inland North sounds like it does).

Take this quiz now - it's easy!
We're going to start with "cot" and "caught." When you say those words do they sound the same or different?



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1.The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?
Stephanie, saying she's taking me out to dinner

2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
Yeah

3. If you had to kiss the last person you kissed, would you?
I don't remember the last person I kissed--no significant other at the moment, so it would have been family

4. Do you take compliments well?
Not really, I'm kind of embarrassed to say

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It's hard, sometimes, to not feel like I have to justify myself to the world. To not feel like I must fight and scramble for every last bit of acknowledgment of my basic human worth, my inalienable right to feel what I feel, when I feel it, and not have to justify WHY I feel the way that I do.

I answered a survey question earlier, asking what my favorite age had been so far. I haven't had one, if you're curious, and you skipped the quiz. I haven't had a favorite age, because you could not pay me enough money to go back and relive one of those years. If you offered me my dearest wish in exchange for going back and being any previous age again, I'd turn you down. Jay answered that her favorite age was 17.

When I was 17, I started cutting.

Not often, and not a lot. But it was so easy to "nick myself shaving," or "scratch too hard at an itch," or let the knife "slip" when I was preparing food--food that I would eat alone, in an empty house.

Sometimes I wouldn't eat at all.

***

The year I was seventeen (and the last half of the year I was sixteen), my father went back to working second shift at the distillery where he's worked for the last 40 years. My mother was still working night shift in the ER, but was beginning to alternate with day shift to ease back into the world of people who were awake when the sun was up, and asleep when it was dark. Stephanie had moved to Lexington in July of my sixteenth year; Jacynthia moved in August. Andrea was in Bowling Green, Shannon and I couldn't seem to coordinate our schedules for the life of us and everything I did was wrong anyway, and I had never felt more alone.

I soldiered through until around December, probably. With Jay gone, I didn't get out to Mommy's, and with her gone... I was lost, a little. And I understood (still understand) why she didn't return often to Bardstown. I do. But at the same time, I was stuck there.

It wasn't a good year for me; I've tried to kill myself, and felt better afterwards than I did the entire year I was seventeen.

***

I remember not realizing that it wasn't normal that Daddy'd get drunk and scream and yell and hit us, not until I was eleven years old. Both of my sisters knew; I'd never known anything else. My friends' families weren't exactly normal, and I spent most of my time at home with my family anyway. But even though Dad sobered up by the time I was four, I still didn't realize how abnormal my childhood had been until I was eleven, maybe twelve, and someone told me that it wasn't. Not until years went by between one beating and the next, and my father nearly shoved me through the banister and down the stairs because I hadn't cleaned my room. Not until I became the first child in the Newton family to DUCK when Daddy raised his hand to me.

I was twelve when that happened, by the way.

***

I remember being in the first grade, having all of my writing assignments (and we did them once a week) contain these two sentences: "I hate my family. I hate my life." I remember that my teacher was concerned. I also remember that my parents did nothing about it.

I remember crying myself to sleep 5 nights out of 7 when I was ten. I remember being so miserable that I drafted my first suicide note when I was not quite eleven years old.

My sisters found the note.

Guess how much they mocked me?

If you guessed "a lot", you win.

I remember my first physical before starting sports going into the fifth grade--my mom was in the room during the first part of it, and she brought up my planned suicide as "me being overly dramatic, not serious."

I didn't write the note(s) for attention. I wrote it (them) so that I'd have things in order when I died, so that my family and friends would understand why I'd been alive one minute, and dead by my own hand, my own actions, the next.

***

(continued later.)

Gacked from Jay

Thursday, 12 April 2007 22:44
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Saw it on [livejournal.com profile] duchesspariah's LJ, wanted to fill it out.

01.Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
King Nolan did not feel--nor had he ever felt--bossed

02. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can...what do you find?
Nothing

03. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Whatever I was watching on Holy Saturday when Steph, Andrea, and I got into a fight

04. Without looking, guess what time it is?
11:00 pm

05. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
10:45 pm
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Gacked from [livejournal.com profile] steamboat28, who is a friendsfriend.

1 - List 20 things that you want to say to people, but never will.
2 - Don't say who they are.
3 - Please do not assume that anything is about you.
4 - If you are not 110% convinced... it's probably not you
20 Things to 20 People )

quiz

Monday, 9 April 2007 21:41
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The Everything Test

There are many different types of tests on the internet today. Personality tests, purity tests, stereotype tests, political tests. But now, there is one test to rule them all.

Traditionally, online tests would ask certain questions about your musical tastes or clothing for a stereotype, your experiences for a purity test, or deep questions for a personality test.We're turning that upside down - all the questions affect all the results, and we've got some innovative results too! Enjoy :-)

Personality
You are more emotional than logical, more concerned about others than concerned about self, more religious than atheist, more loner than dependent, more workaholic than lazy, more rebel than traditional, more artistic mind than engineering mind, more idealist than cynical, more leader than follower, and more introverted than extroverted.

As for specific personality traits, you are adventurious (100%), intellectual (74%), religious (73%), innovative (71%).

Stereotypes
Punk Rock73%
Young Professional70%
College Student64%
 
Life Experience
Sex21%
Substances0%
Travel24%

Politics
Your political views would best be described as Liberal, whom you agree with around 64% of the time.
  Socioeconomic
Your attitude toward life best associates you with Working Class. You make more than 33% of those who have taken this test, and 93% less than the U.S. average.

If your life was a movie, it would be rated PG.
By the way, your hottness rank is 50%, hotter than 18% of other test takers.

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Okay, so because I'm a cultural anthropology geek, and because my main culture these days is that of the media-fandom reader/watcher/lurker, I've got [livejournal.com profile] metafandom on my friends list. Every so often, big debates get noticed on the community, they post links to them, and occasionally, I check it out on my own (or my friends' list explodes about the huge drama). Recently, they linked to a post about gen vs. ship, and what makes something gen and what makes it a ship story/vid/art, etc. My friends list hasn't exploded, per se (not like during the "warnings" debate--any one of like, six, that I've seen since listing [livejournal.com profile] metafandom, or the BNF thing), but there's still been enough discussion of it that I feel like making my own response.
My Response )


Now that my gen warnings thing is finished, I do have one thing I'd like to see more of: people using the LJ tags for their fan works! Because if I read one of your stories and I loved it, I want to be able to easily devour the rest of your entire body of work and leave you adoring comments about temples and love children and sending you cookies if only you'll write more. And if you use the tags, I can do so. (If you don't use the tags, I'm forced to resort to stalking you, and nobody really wants that.)
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Before I begin, I would just like to thank Stefanie for alerting me to the fact that the University of Minnesota's mascot is the Golden Gopher; [livejournal.com profile] minervacat for writing the wonderfully entertaining story "Steal the Thunder from the Sky" in which the Golden Gophers were mentioned and beloved by Jack O'Neill; [livejournal.com profile] duchesspariah for celebrating with me; and God, for granting the prayers of all the True Blue UK Wildcat fans.


Tubby Smith, the head coach of the University of Kentucky men's basketball team for the last 9 seasons, has accepted the head coaching position at the University of Minnesota. Orlando "Tubby" Smith was the assistant coach under Rick Pitino, and led the Wildcats to an NCAA basketball championship in 1998. The Comeback Cats beat Utah after a double-digit deficit going into halftime. Most of these players were recruited by former UK head coach Rick Pitino.
This was the last championship title we won while under Tubby's coaching.
We have now spent the longest amount of time the program has ever gone without a Final Four appearance. But now, the winds of change, they are a-blowin, and a breath of life is once more blowing through the Cats fans who have despaired at ever getting rid of Ten Loss Tubby.
Free at last, free at last, thank GOD ALMIGHTY, WE ARE FREE AT LAST!!

Ha ha, Gophers. SUCKERS!! Have fun shelling out $2.5 million a year to a man who hasn't brought the winningest team in the nation to the Final Four in the last 9 years.


I pretty much knew he was leaving after our second-round tournament matchup against Kansas. Tubby's m.o. before that game had been to pace up and down the court, yelling at and encouraging his players. He'd strip off his jacket, yank his tie to half-mast, and run frustrated fingers through his hair, in an effort to will his players to win when we were doing poorly, and to keep them going strong when we were ahead. (It didn't work, usually; during the '06-'07 season, the Cats became masters at the art of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.)
However, when playing Kansas, Tubby sat sedately in his chair. No pacing, no visible frustration, the jacket stayed on and the hair and tie stayed neat. He was either planning to leave, or commit suicide-by-proxy when legions of UK fans killed him for the disgrace of not even trying to coach his players to victory during the NCAA tournament.

But now, he will stop bringing shame to the Wildcat legacy. And it is shame, have no doubt. UK basketball has one of the proudest traditions of winning, of being a national powerhouse, especially in the Southeastern Conference. And having established this tradition, it is not uncalled for that the fans expect our coaches to continue to uphold our tradition of excellence. The fact that Tubby has not held up his end of the bargain he entered into with the fans at the end of the 2005-2006 season ("We'll never have another season like this one"--13 regular season losses in '05-'06; we lost 12 in the 2006-2007 season. Woo. Big improvement there.) is the reason that UK fans will be celebrating Minnesota's new head coach.
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Monday, 5 March 2007 01:22
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, you're now logged in!


Below you'll find your test result. After, continue on to your
homescreen to discover what we're about.










Wandering Ninja

You scored 7 Honor, 1 Justice, 8 Adventure, and 7 Individuality!

No home. No house. No clan. No ties. You have your honor and the open road and you are satisfied. Who you serve is your decision, but it's the challenge that guides you.

Keep your sword close at hand. You'll do just fine.














My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 99% on Ninjinuity
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You scored higher than 99% on Knightlyness
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You scored higher than 99% on Cowboiosity
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You scored higher than 99% on Piratical Bent




Link: The Cowboy-Ninja-Pirate-Knight Test written by fluffy71 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test
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Tuesday, 27 February 2007 23:45
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Made this for [livejournal.com profile] miriel, partly because she posted a request to her livejournal for a ninja!Miko icon to this effect, and partly because she was having a rough night and I wanted to make her feel better.

Here's the original.



The women in the icon are as follows:

Women 1-4: Manami Hara, first as herself, and then as Dr. Miko Kusanagi on Stargate: Atlantis--the screencaps are from Episode 1x17: Letters From Pegasus.
Woman 5: Hello Kitty.
Woman 6: A performer in costume as Tomoe-gozen, a legendary female samurai.
Woman 7: Aya Ueto, as Azumi in the film "Azumi" (or perhaps "Azumi 2: Death or Love"--the screencap wasn't clear as to which film)
Woman 8: an unknown woman from this website.
Woman 9: Kelly Hu, as Lady Deathstrike in the film "X2: X-Men United".




And now, here's the one that can be used on Livejournal.




Save it to your computer, then upload it from a file--it can't be uploaded from a URL.

Anyway, if you take it, please credit it to me.
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I want to take some time and go over what I talked about with Shannon (therapist Shannon, not [livejournal.com profile] nightly_path Shannon) on Monday.
Because it's my journal, and since I don't keep a written journal anymore, this all has to go somewhere.

Last Monday, I'd had a bitch of a week--the only thing I'd made it out of my dorm for was to go to Individual/DBT the previous Monday, and work on Tuesday and Thursday, and a trip to UK Clinic on Friday. Work was the highlight of that week.

Now, here's some background.

Over the course of my life, I've had five different therapists. The first was... Jenny? Jamie? Amy? (moving on, because her name wasn't the point) in middle school. I went to her intending to get some kind of help for my rage; we ended up talking about time management and turning in homework on time. We did this not because she was a bad therapist who didn't stay on topic; we did this because Laura was bad at being honest about her reasons for being in therapy. I think I freaked out before I could explain why I was there, so that when she asked, the thing about homework is what popped out.
Needless to say, I didn't get much out of those sessions.

My next therapist was Sr. Mary Ninette in high school. A lot of people didn't like her; I liked her just fine, by the end of things. I started going to her because I was having an emotional breakdown in the middle of class March 3, 2004. Within the first five minutes of being in her office, I'd blurted out that I was bi, that I was depressed, that I couldn't relate to my family, that I couldn't sleep, and that I hated being alone. All within the first five minutes. I continued to see Sr. Ninette for the rest of high school, until I graduated in May of '05.

My third therapist was Dr. Cohen-Archer. (I always called her Dr. Cohen-Archer, never Colby (her first name) or even Dr. Colby.) She was pretty good at getting me to talk about the important issues, the things I didn't even really realize were still bothering me until we devoted three sessions to discussing them.

Next on the list is Dr. Tabony--I always called her Becky. I started seeing her in September of 2006, and continued seeing her for the next three months. I started because I had these feelings of failure, feelings that I couldn't really place, couldn't find a cause for. We talked about invalidation a lot--it was the first time I'd ever heard the term in that context, and it really seemed to fit. I stopped seeing her just before Christmas, because I was scheduled to start DBT/Individual at the Harris Clinic in January, and it seemed logical to start seeing the same people for everything.
DBT is intended for people suffering from Borderline Personality Disorder. (No, not a borderline "personality disorder" like Anti-Social Personality Disorder; BPD is the name of the disorder, and is a mental illness all on it's own.) It's also for people who grew up in an invalidating environment (which tends to exacerbate BPD).

I'm seeing Shannon now as my individual therapist, and she's one of the group leaders for DBT as well. And she brought up something interesting last time. Last week was a much better week for me, as far as things like getting to class and enjoying my life went.

Anyway, because that line of thought leads to me getting sidetracked and not telling the story I want to tell.

When I sit down in a therapy session, I talk about events. I talk about stuff going on externally. I give great after-action reports, play-by-play analysis, but I don't interpret. I leave the facts as I see them for the therapist to interpret, and let them draw their own conclusions. If they verbalize their conclusions, I'll tell them if they're right or wrong, but I rarely offer any insight of my own.

I do this for a very simple reason: it's not that I want them to do all the work, just that... I live my life stuck in what DBT refers to as "Reasonable Mind". Unless you force me to deal with them, I hate to talk about emotions, because I'm bad at it. If you've ever had a deep IM conversation with me, then you already know it takes me a fairly long time to respond with articulate emotional analysis to something happening to me ([livejournal.com profile] duchesspariah, I'm looking at you here). (Case in point: I started this entry at 2314 February 21; it's now 0130 February 22, and I'm not even halfway finished with this post. It's not even because I'm not interested, or not paying attention. It just takes me SO LONG to find the words I'm looking for that will describe what's going on inside my heart.)

(went to bed and work. back at 1627)

I don't talk about my depression very often, and maybe I should, and maybe I shouldn't; that's really a discussion for another day. But I don't talk about it because, at the core, I don't know how. I mean, I know the words to describe what I feel, but... I don't know how to make people understand what I went through/am going through in a way that doesn't sound trite and melodramatic. (Melodramatic more than trite, honestly.) It's one situation where my ability and gift for writing fails me, because if I can't think of a way to say something original and still true, I won't say it at all. (In therapy, I resort to analogies and metaphor a lot, because those are the only words I have to express something I don't like to talk about.) Another reason I don't talk about depression is because yes, I am ashamed of it. I do feel like I don't have the right to feel this way, like I'm just being a sissy and a whiny baby who should suck it up and deal with it already. And I also feel like no one would really care. Like no one would notice. (This is not just me being dramatic--this is me coming from a place where I tried to commit suicide and NO ONE IN MY FAMILY NOTICED/CARED/TOOK IT SERIOUSLY.)

In addition to not talking about it, if you meet me in person, most people wouldn't ever guess that I'm depressed. I can't even begin to number the people who've told me "You don't seem depressed." or some variation on that theme. And I see their point; I don't seem depressed. I've created a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy and I'm caught in a Catch-22: People don't believe me when I say that I'm depressed because I don't act depressed; I don't act depressed because no one believes me when I say that I am.

The reason I do it is because I spent a good five years wearing my broken heart on my sleeve, and no one noticed, no one bothered, no one cared. I didn't know how to ask for help--I was only 9, at the beginning--and no one paid any attention to know that I needed it. And for five years, the pattern went on. Eventually, I got so tired of having all my cracks and breaks and wounds showing, being ignored or brushed aside, and I was exhausted from the energy I was expending trying to go on despite the pain. So I started to act as if it was all okay, act as if I was better, act as if everything would be okay if I could just pretend hard enough that it was never wrong in the first place. And since this coincided with starting high school, it worked. I was around different people, people who didn't know in the first place that I'd been so low, and they never noticed any difference. But it's just a mask. Unfortunately, it's a mask I've been wearing so long that the lie is easier than the truth. I don't remember how to be that honest about my feelings anymore.

It's a pretty big roadblock in the whole therapy thing; since I talk about events instead of emotions, most therapists decide that I'm better before I actually am. It's not their fault in the least; they aren't mind readers, and I'm not talking about the issues. It's a waste of their time and mine if the only thing I'm getting out of a session is 50 minutes of talking about my weekend.

So. Starting now, I'm going to try to act in a more honest manner, to actually talk about my feelings in therapy. Because otherwise, what am I doing there?
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Because I just finished reading [livejournal.com profile] telesilla's "Five Tracks on Rodney McKay's iPod", it got me in the mood to do this little quiz.
*puts iPod on shuffle, presses play*

Ten Songs on Laura's iPod: A Glimpse at Me through My Music

1. All-American Rejects "Dirty Little Secret"
Back in August of '05, I wrote an entire blog entry for this song for my Discovery Seminar class--you can read it here if you're so inclined.
It's on my iPod because it's a fun song, because you can be angry or snide or hurt or happy and still sing this song. It's on my iPod because I'm tired of people doing things that make me angry and hurt, tired of people who use me and then pretend that nothing's wrong. It reminds me of mistakes I've made in the past, mistakes I've avoided, and mistakes I never want to make.
Also, it's fun to scream these lyrics.

2. Darryl Worley "I Just Came Back from a War"
[livejournal.com profile] duchesspariah introduced me to this song not too long ago--it reminded her so strongly of Rankar Sirach that she sent it to me on Google Talk (since I'm the one who writes Rankar Sirach). And it's heartbreaking and sad, and a little angry too, and it's just like him. I Just Came Back from a War is the song that goes through his head every single time he sees or thinks about the people he went to other countries to fight and kill and maybe even die for on the news, knowing that his sacrifice doesn't mean anything to them, just because of who he is.
This song is for me, too. When people who haven't seen me for years remark that I've changed, they hardly recognize me, and they aren't just talking about physically. I'm a lot different that the girl I was a few years ago, because I've been through things that are like wars at home, against myself and against other people.

3. Zager & Evans "In the Year 2525"
This song is NOT recent--the album I downloaded it from is called "Radio Hits of the 60's". I heard it on the radio in my dad's car while we were talking about many things, including NPR, global warming, and how much we hate this administration. This is my "I'm a very liberal Democrat and I want to do something to change the world before it's too late" anthem.

4. David Arkenstone "Storm Cry"
Celtic music. I like to listen to this when I read any of my Celtic-themed fantasy books ("The Watchers Trilogy", "Chronicles of the Cheysuli"), or any story with really extensive world building. I don't know why I listen to Celtic for world-building, but this is one of the songs that I listen to when I want to think, when I want to write, when I want to lose myself in words. I do know why I listen to this song for that--it's completely instrumental, so there're no words to distract me from the picture the words in my head are building.
Also, the name of this song is appropriate for me.

5. Panic! at the Disco "Build God, Then We'll Talk"
Fuck, I love the name of this song. Steph bought me the Panic! CD for Giftmas, and a significant majority of the song's titles are tongue-in-cheek or blatantly sarcastic/provoking. If you look back through my entries since Giftmas, this song pops up in my "Music" entry more than any other--partly because I'm on a Panic! kick at the moment, and partly because really, Build God, Then We'll Talk. Is there a better song name out there on the planet for me?
I spent a really long time believing what my parents and teachers told me I was supposed to believe, until I suddenly didn't believe it anymore. And I've admittedly got a bit of a grudge against the Roman Catholic Church in particular and organized religion in general, and I like to argue with people who try to convert me.

6. Miranda Lambert "Mama, I'm All Right"
I've got two moms--Mom, the woman who gave birth to me, and Mommy, the woman I chose and who chose me. Mom doesn't understand me, a lot of the time, and it hurts me (a lot more than I let on) that she doesn't understand what I've been through, why I can't stand for her to treat me like I'm her little girl when she stopped paying attention when I was in junior high. And it's not that I want to hold it against her--I am aware that six years have passed since my junior high graduation, thanks--it's that she completely skipped the phase in my development that had the strongest influence on who I am today. It's like she's trying to force me into a pattern I don't fit, because she missed all the edge pieces and some of the middle pieces of my puzzle.
Mommy... I don't see her a lot. We have been known to not see eye to eye. But Mommy met me for the first time (this time) when I was already 15 years old. There's not such a huge difference in Laura at 15 and Laura at 20, and she's managed to keep up. She doesn't baby me--at all. I'm 20, I should be able to handle it, and she expects me to do so. She doesn't let me hide from anything, because that way lies madness. She's protected me, and she's taken care of me, though.

7. Everclear "White Men in Black Suits"
I am a loser geek, crazy with an evil streak. She is just a girl, she is doing what she can. She is such a pretty girl, happy in an ugly place, watching all the pretty people doing lots of ugly things.
This is my "You know what? I'm a little crazy. And if I can deal with it, then you can't give me any shit over it. It's all I can do to make it out alive, but I'm trying, and succeeding more often than not" general fuck you to the world. So I'm weird, kind of geeky, and I don't fit the image you held of me before (or maybe I fit perfectly into the slot you've made for me). I'm going to live the way I want to live, and you can stay along for the ride or not.

8. Lynyrd Skynyrd "Free Bird"
Why yes, I am from the South, however did you guess? Any playlist of mine would not be complete without Free Bird. It's a boat song, it's a Mr. Z song, it's a ME song. I've got such vivid memories of May of 2000, sitting in my desk by the window in Mr Z's room, my hand flying across the page as I kept pace with the guitar solo during freewriting time. I ended up with two and a half pages the first day he played this song during Journal time, my relatively neat handwriting degenerating into a hastily-dashed scrawl as the music flowed around me and the words came like there was a direct line from my thoughts to my pen. I can't even really articulate what this song means to me, just that there's so much of my life that's tied up with this song and with my memories of it.

9. Snow Patrol & Martha Wainwright "Set the Fire to the Third Bar"
Slow, kind of sad, still beautiful. "You're beautiful when you cry" is what this song brings to mind right now. It makes me think of missing people, the people who made me whole not being here anymore, or never being here in the first place. In a distant way, it makes me think of looking for my soulmate: "I touch the place where I'd find your face." This song is gray, on the seldom occasions when I see sounds in color. It's winter bleeding into spring, when you still feel the bite of the wind every time you step outside. When snow and ice and rain are all equally likely on a given day.
This song is February, to me--lousy weather, stupid Valentine's Day, and Imbolc - one of the few bright points of the month for me. It's starting to see the sun through clouds, but knowing the clouds are still there.

10. Heather Alexander "Wind's Four Quarters"
There was a period during my junior year when I listened to this song all the time when I was on the computer downstairs; it's comforting, even though it's nothing like soothing. It's filk, too, so it tells a story at the same time as it's music. More specifically, it's filk written by Mercedes Lackey and sung by Heather Alexander, and it's a Shin'a'in prayer to the Goddess. If it weren't for the fact that it's a prayer to a fictional character, I would almost use it for myself. (Well, that, and I don't actually want my aching heart sheathed in ice, and don't think wishing death on my foes would be a productive avenue of prayer.)


So there you go. You may or may not have learned anything about me from the 10 random songs from my iPod, but I had fun in the process, so it's good enough for me.
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The full text of the straw that broke the camel's back; Or, Why Laura Is No Longer A Catholic, in 800 Words Or Less.

(Article by Andrew Sullivan. Appeared in TIME magazine December 12, 2005.)

THE VATICAN’S NEW STEREOTYPE
Why its new rules barring gay priests turn Jesus’ teaching on its head


The one consolation that gay Catholics have long had is that the church hates only sin, not sinners. Yes, many of us are far from perfect, and like most married, heterosexual Catholics, we have been known to have sex without making a baby. But we were, as the Vatican assured us in official documents in 1975 and '86, "made in the image and likeness of God." The condition of homosexuality was, for many, "innate" and not in itself a sin. Gay people were "often generous and giving of themselves," said the Vatican, and the notion that gays could not lead celibate lives was an "unfounded and demeaning assumption." The bar on any gay sexual intimacy was still firm--but it was the same bar that prohibited heterosexual couples from using contraception, or single people from masturbating, or any other non-procreative sexual act. It was a coherent, if difficult, doctrine--and not bigotry.

In this confined and often suffocating place, it was still possible, though never easy, to breathe the love of God as a gay Catholic. Our love of the church helped us overlook its institutional rejection of the relationships we built and the families who embraced us as equals. For many of us, the presence of gay priests also gave immense comfort. Of my three confessors in adult life, all turned out to be gay, although I had no idea in advance. I have known many gay priests, and I'm in awe of their service--to the poor and needy, to the lonely and uneducated, to prisoners and parishioners who have all found grace through their ministry and sacrifice. Often, their outsider experience helped them relate better to the marginalized or the lonely or those taken for granted.

Recall the image of Mychal Judge, the chaplain for New York City's firefighters, carried away from the World Trade Center in the arms of the brave men he ministered to. Judge, a proudly gay man, gave his life for those he served. Under new rules from Pope Benedict XVI issued last week, Father Judge would never have been ordained. Nor would thousands of other gay priests and bishops and monks and nuns who have served God's people throughout the ages.

In the past, all that mattered for a priest, as far as sexual orientation was concerned, was celibacy. If a priest kept his vows, it didn't really matter if he were refusing to have sex with a man or with a woman. All that mattered was that he kept his vows and had sex with no one.
But that has just changed. Even if a gay priest remains completely celibate, his sexual orientation is now regarded, according to a Vatican expert, as a threat to "priestly life." A gay celibate priest, according to the new rules, is incapable of "sexual maturity coherent with his masculine sexual identity." He has "a problem in the psychic organization" of his sexuality, barring him from priestly responsibility. Gay seminarians can be spotted and rooted out because they allegedly have "trouble relating to their fathers; are uncomfortable with their own identity; tend to isolate themselves; have difficulty in discussing sexual questions; view pornography on the Internet; demonstrate a deep sense of guilt; or often see themselves as victims." No serious psychological data are provided to verify those assertions (and many would surely apply to countless heterosexuals as well). What the new Pope has done is conflate a sin with an identity. He has created a class of human beings who, regardless of what they do, are too psychologically and thereby morally "disordered" to become priests.

There is a simple principle here. The message of Jesus was always to ignore the stereotype, the label, the identity--in order to observe the soul beneath, how a person actually behaves. One of his most famous parables was that of the Good Samaritan, a man who belonged to a group despised by mainstream society. But it was the despised man who did good, while all the superficially respected people walked on by. Jesus consorted with all of society's undesirables--with tax collectors, collaborators with an occupying power, former prostitutes, lepers. His message was that God's grace knows no boundaries of stigma, that with God's help, we can all live by the same standards and receive the grace that comes from his love.

The new Pope has now turned that teaching on its head. He has identified a group of people and said, regardless of how they behave or what they do, they are beneath serving God. It isn't what they do that he is concerned with. It's who they are. They are the new Samaritans. And all of them are bad.



I came home sometime around the 19th of December last year, having taken off for Christmas under the excuse that my "dorm was closing for the holiday." (It didn't, I just didn't want to work. I wanted to go home, and be with my family.) When I arrived home, my issue of TIME magazine was waiting for me on top of the kitchen TV, where Mom keeps my mail that comes to the house. I open it up, browse the table of contents, and find the above article. I literally could not believe it. I had to put the magazine down, fix myself a cup of hot tea, come back, and read the article again, just to be sure that it was real. Andrea noticed my upset and asked me what was wrong, and I handed her the article to read as I waited for the feeling to come back into my body after my shock.
And then, filled with that oh-so-dangerous rage that makes me go still inside, makes me calm and cold and ready to commit horrifying acts on your person with precision and a smile, I picked up a Sharpie pen, boxed in the article, and left it, along with a note, on my mother's dresser. The note explicitly informed my mother that no, I would not be attending Church with her anymore. I would not belong to a group who told me ad nauseum that I was lesser, that I was sub-human, that I was unworthy of serving God, that I was morally and psychologically disordered and expect me to smile and thank them for helping me find my way to a God who, if his servants were to be believed, thought that I was about as worthwhile and lovable as a barrel of toxic waste.
Fuck. That. Shit.
I served as a Eucharistic Minister on Christmas Eve that year and didn't believe a word of anything the priest or I said. "Body of Christ." 'Bullshit. Stale wafer,' I thought. 'Hope you choke on it.' I looked around the Church where I'd been baptized, had my first Eucharist, confessed my sins, and confirmed my faith, and wondered why I'd wasted my time for so long in a church and a belief system that didn't think that I was good enough to lead, good enough to serve.
I said goodbye to Catholicism for the final time on December 24, 2005. And I haven't looked back.
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Wednesday, 27 December 2006 18:56
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What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Inland North
 

You may think you speak "Standard English straight out of the dictionary" but when you step away from the Great Lakes you get asked annoying questions like "Are you from Wisconsin?" or "Are you from Chicago?" Chances are you call carbonated drinks "pop."

The Midland
 
The Northeast
 
The West
 
Philadelphia
 
The South
 
Boston
 
North Central
 
What American accent do you have?
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I actually get a lot of "Are you from the Midwest?" and "When did you move to Kentucky?"
I also mess up Linguistics experiments, because I'm from central KY (which is more Southern than anything) and yet I don't talk like someone from around here. "Cot" and "caught"? I can hear (and pronounce) the difference between them. I was in a spelling bee once and the judge asked me to spell "hornet," except I had to ask for it in a sentence because she pronounced it "harnit."
However, it's not a soda, or a pop. It's a coke. It may not be made by the Coca Cola Company, but it's a coke.
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Friday, 22 December 2006 02:19
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My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Marchioness Laura the Sanguine of Happy Bottomshire
Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title


Gacked from Fi.
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Tuesday, 28 November 2006 20:17
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Ah, finally. I stayed up until 6:30 or 6:45 typing up my Anthro paper, finished as much as I could, turned out the lights, slipped out of my jeans, and collapsed for the next hour and a half, until 8:20. At which time I hurriedly stripped out of my old clothes, changed into new clothes, shoved my feet into my shoes, grabbed my hoodie, my keys, my wallet, and my backpack, and headed out the door.
Once on campus, I made a beeline to Intermezzo for the buying of coffee--Hazelnut coffee with Irish Cream and French Vanilla creamer, plus some milk and two packets of sugar. I started drinking as soon as I finished stirring, was drinking as I paid for it, drank while walking to CB's computer lab, and guzzled the remaining four ounces of liquid before plopping my ass down at a computer terminal to edit and print my paper.
From there, to Anthro itself, where we took a few brief notes on applied anthro, and then we watched a movie about a Canadian man's struggle to fund HIV/AIDS research and treatment in sub-Saharan Africa.
Here are a few of the facts that stood out to me about The Value of Life: HIV/AIDS Revisited in Africa:
[*]Six thousand five hundred (6,500) people DIE EVERY DAY in Africa of HIV/AIDS or AIDS-related illnesses (typically TB or a similar infection, after HIV/AIDS destroys their immune system)
[*]In RWANDA, five hundred thousand (500,000) people have HIV/AIDS
[*]Of the five hundred thousand (500,000) infected people, only seventy-five thousand (75,000) will receive treatment, either because they cannot afford the Anti RetroVirals (ARVs) or because their government refuses to acknowledge that HIV/AIDS is a problem.
[*]In 2003, there were eleven million (11,000,000) orphans in Rwanda. This number is expected to more than double to twenty-four million (24,000,000) in 2010.
[*]In SOUTH AFRICA, five million (5,000,000) people have HIV/AIDS.
[*]Six hundred (600) people DIE EVERY DAY from HIV/AIDS or HIV/AIDS related illnesses.
[*]For years, President Umbeki refused to acknowledge the existence of a link between HIV, AIDS, and the appalling death toll in his country. As a result of this refusal, he denied the right to distribute ARVs to humanitarian groups. For two years (from 2001 to 2003), the United Nations did NOTHING to stop this atrocity.
[*]Two hundred fifty (250) children are born with HIV every day, because their mothers cannot afford the drugs that prevent the transmission of the disease from their body to that of their unborn child.
[*]There is one (1) death from HIV/AIDS or HIV/AIDS related diseases every minute (60 seconds).
[*]In KENYA, seven hundred (700) people DIE EVERY DAY from HIV/AIDS or HIV/AIDS related illnesses.
[*]There are two million, two hundred thousand (2,200,000) orphans in Kenya.
[*]Until 2002, the government denied that HIV/AIDS was a problem.
[*]Eighty percent (80%) of the population is HIV positive.
[*]In UGANDA, the infection rate has been reduced from twenty percent (20%) to six percent (6%)
[*]In the 1980s, the president of Uganda recognized the threat of HIV/AIDS and brought the problem to public attention, leading to the improvement in the number of HIV/AIDS victims in the country.
[*]There are two million, two hundred thousand (2,200,000) orphans in Uganda, out of a total of twenty-five million (25,000,000) people in the country.
[*]Of all the HIV/AIDS humanitarian aid money raised by the UNITED STATES, two billion dollars ($2,000,000,000) is mandated for abstinence education. Not medicine, which is proven to save lives and improve the quality of life of those suffering from HIV/AIDS. ABSTINENCE EDUCATION gets TWO BILLION DOLLARS ($2,000,000,000) instead of MEDICINE and RESEARCH.





On a brighter note, as of posting time at 8:16 pm EST, my SGA is 95% complete.

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Tuesday, 21 November 2006 14:38
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Laura discovered time travel

Laura is now selling the drug that allowed it for 1 million dollars a pill
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"I'll use the proceeds from the sale of the Time Traveling pills to send myself to Atlantis," Laura claims.
Because omg, I'm such a fangirl.


4 DAYS, 4 DAYS, LA LA LA LA LAA LA!
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Italian midterm? WILL KICK MY ASS SO HARD MY WHOLE FAMILY WILL FEEL IT.><

You scored as Utilitarianism. Your life is guided by the principles of Utilitarianism: You seek the greatest good for the greatest number.



The said truth is that it is the greatest happiness of the greatest number that is the measure of right and wrong.

--Jeremy Bentham



Whenever the general disposition of the people is such, that each individual regards those only of his interests which are selfish, and does not dwell on, or concern himself for, his share of the general interest, in such a state of things, good government is impossible.

--John Stuart Mill



More info at Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page...

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Utilitarianism

80%

Justice (Fairness)

75%

Existentialism

65%

Kantianism

55%

Divine Command

50%

Hedonism

50%

Apathy

45%

Strong Egoism

25%

Nihilism

0%

What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)
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forgiveness

Wednesday, 1 November 2006 16:15
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There are some things I can't forgive, for any reason.

What can't you forgive?
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My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
druidspell goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as pirate hooker.
30toseoul gives you 16 red cinnamon-flavoured nuggets.
agroovytaco gives you 5 dark blue chocolate-flavoured gumdrops.
duchesspariah tricks you! You get a block of wood.
impextoo tricks you! You lose 13 pieces of candy!
m_ann_geek gives you 15 tan banana-flavoured nuggets.
mistful gives you 4 blue cola-flavoured wafers.
phoenixsansfyr gives you 4 softly glowing pineapple-flavoured wafers.
rageprufrock tricks you! You lose 8 pieces of candy!
seperis gives you 6 brown strawberry-flavoured gumdrops.
skoosiepants tricks you! You lose 13 pieces of candy!
druidspell ends up with 16 pieces of candy, and a block of wood.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.
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The Joe Flanigan/John Sheppard meta on whether or not JF is a good actor (because people rant that he's not) is copy/pasted almost entirely from my comments on [livejournal.com profile] seperis's livejournal entry on the same subject.

The topic of JF being a bad actor normally comes up in conjunction with the topic of David Hewlett (Rodney McKay, henceforth referred to whenever possible as DH) being a great actor [as if one cannot be good if the other is good; or as if they are mutually exclusive; or as if to make DH seem better, one must denigrate his costars, namely JF]

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Now, on to the squee!
There were a lot of things that I absolutely loved, and there are lots of spoilers (Stargate: Atlantis 3x10), so if you haven't seen the episode and you intend to do it, STOP READING RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!

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Okay, to start off with a little bit about me.
I read a lot, but I mostly read fantasy. I like historic fiction, speculative fiction, alternate history/present/future stories, and children's books from the Victorian era. This is only the smallest sampling of books that I've read and remembered, because frankly, I can't remember all the books that I've read.
So. On with the show.


1. One book that changed your life:
Good Lord, how do I choose? Tamora Pierce's Circle of Magic: Tris' Book, because it deals with how you never really know your kin, and how you can save your friends and your home, and still lose part of yourself. C.E. Murphy's Urban Shaman, because you can only run so far from yourself before you hit another battlefield. Mercedes Lackey's Arrows of the Queen because that's the book that really got me started on fantasy. How to Write Sci-Fi and Fantasy by Orson Scott Card, for the fact that I learned more about world-building and setting up a plot from this book than I learned from any creative writing class.

2. One book you've read more than once:
I've read LOTS of books more than once, but here's a short list:
The Bookstore Mouse by Peggy Christian. It was just so well-thought out, and written and printed in a great style.
The Juniper Game by Sherryl Jordan, which is probably the book that I've read most often--at least fifteen times.
The Circle of Magic and The Circle Opens quartets by Tamora Pierce. I've actually learned as much about control and ways to work energy through those books as I have from Mommy.
Magic's Price by Mercedes Lackey, because it broke my heart.

3. One book you would want on a desert island:
Something from the Nightside, Agents of Light and Darkness, Nightingale's Lament (all by Simon R. Green). I love the universe, I love the characters, and I love the way that the author writes--dark and funny, and the focus is on the mystery and the characters.
The Black Jewels Trilogy by Anne Bishop, because I get more out of those books every time that I read them.
The Tir Alainn Trilogy, also by Anne Bishop, for the same reasons I want the BJT.
The Jungle Book and related tales by Rudyard Kipling. Yes, he was a condescending ass, and gave us the lovely concept of "white man's burden", but the man had a real talent for storytelling.
Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll, even though I did my senior research paper on these books. I could still read them over and over.
Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie. There's something about this book that grabs me every time.

4. One book that made you laugh:
Agents of Light and Darkness, because the interaction between John and Suzie cracks my shit up.
Street Magic by Michael Reaves--the main characters interactions with one another were excellent, and I'd never read anything like it when I picked it off my sister's shelf at 11.
Gypsyworld by Julian F. Thompson--they're kidnapped and taken to an alternate reality by gypsies, for god's sake.

5. One book that made you cry:
Julie Reece Deaver's Say Goodnight, Gracie
Death Be Not Proud: A Memoir by John Gunther
Magic's Price, Arrow's Fall, Burning Brightly, Take A Thief all by Mercedes Lackey. Especially Burning Brightly.
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells. The movie was good. The book is ten thousand times better.

6. One book you wish had been written:
A book written by me--the story of Avali, Soldar, et al, preferably.

7. One book you wish had never been written:
Mein Kampf. A lot of things could have potentially not happened, had that book never been written.

8. One book you are currently reading:
Patricia McKillip's Od Magic. I'm not sure if I like the book, but it challenges me; I don't particularly like the style so far, but I want to know what happens.

9. One book you have been meaning to read:
Wars of the Irish Kings by David W. McCullough
This Land Was Theirs by Wendell H. Oswalt
Any of my books by Llewellyn or Scott Cunningham.
Divine Right's Trip by Gurney Norman, my creative writing professor. He gave me the book as a gift after our session talking about my stories, and I'd really like to read what he's written.

10. One book you wish you had never read:
All of Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time saga. I despise Robert Jordan, because in my opinion, he's sold his integrity as a writer to make money (not a bad goal) at the expense of the quality of his writing.

11. One author you believe everyone should read at least once:
Orson Scott Card, Laurell K. Hamilton, Jennifer Roberson, Kelly Armstrong, C.E. Murphy, Chris Crutcher, Lewis Carroll, C.S. Lewis

12. Five to ten books you would recommend to others:
Hart's Hope by Orson Scott Card--most people have never heard of this book, but it's a really worthwhile investment if you do read it
The Changeling Sea by Patricia McKillip, because it's a beautiful story
A City in Winter by Mark Helprin--I read it without knowing that there was a book before it, so it stands on its own fairly well.
Earth's Children series by Jean M. Auel. The books are long, and they're filled with detail, but the author painstakingly researched the series, and the work really shines through.
If I Pay Thee Not in Gold by Piers Anthony and Mercedes Lackey--This is one of the few fantasy stories by Piers Anthony that I enjoyed.
Tatham Mound by Piers Anthony--I really enjoyed this look at speculative Native American history.
Urban Shaman and the sequel Thunderbird Falls by C.E. Murphy
Staying Fat for Sarah Burnes by Chris Crutcher
Good In Bed by Jennifer Weiner
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells

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Monday, 14 August 2006 15:32
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Instructions: Name 10 of life's simple pleasures that you like the most, and then pick 10 people to do the same. Try to be original and creative; try not to use something that someone already used.

1. A marathon of Stargate: Atlantis watching with Jay
2. Being able to write well, and being able to read the work of others who write well
3. The sound of Celtic music, surrounding and uplifting me until I can hardly tell what's more real: life or the music
4. That moment when things fit together in my mind to form a new and more complete picture of the way things are
5. Spending an entire day in a bookstore with people who enjoy books as much as I do
6. A caramel macchiato at just the right temperature, with just the right amount of flavoring, finished just as class is starting
7. Days and nights when I don't have to fight the temptation to make it all go away in the most permanent fashion possible
8. Starting my day off with good fanfiction, so that I know that at least one thing is guaranteed to go right that day
9. Being able to make a substantial deposit at the bank
10. Falling asleep with someone you love and trust nearby, and waking up with them still being there

(If you want to do this, more power to you)

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