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Elly
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This journal is friends only, has been for some time. If you're interested in the extremely ordinary account of a college student's life, then this is the place for you. If you're looking for deep existential thoughts or profound insights, then this is not the place for you. I like shopping (Anthropologie! Burberry! Coach!), I like TV (Mad Men, Lost, Dexter, 30 Rock), I like living on the east coast (Philadelphia, New York, Boston), I like meeting hot celebrity men (Hugh Jackman, Chris Meloni, Ben Whishaw, Dean Winters).

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listening to: My Boy Builds Coffins -- Florence and the Machine
 
 
Elly
13 February 2010 @ 11:25 pm


♥ Happy (Early) Valentine's Day, Everyone! ♥

I hope everyone's day goes lovingly well (whether alone or with someone special) and that everyone collapses in candy-induced comas tomorrow night :) I'm doing this a bit early because I found loads of hilarious Lost-themed Valentines, and also because tomorrow I'm going to put up my playlist from this epic 13,000 word story I wrote which prominently features two couples. So my valentine to all of you is coming later tomorrow, officially, and this is just a preview!

Love to you all! You guys are great ♥

--Elly
 
 
listening to: Just Say Yes -- Snow Patrol
 
 
Elly
15 January 2010 @ 11:30 am
First HQ Deathly Hallows trailer is here!!





Look at that, we only have to wait until November 2010.

:/

Scorecard of things that are going on next fall: Towers of Midnight, the second-to-last WoT book, comes out; Deathly Hallows is released.

Oh, also, I did a post late last night giving away some free music. Check it out!
 
 
listening to: Sun Won't Shine -- Emelo
 
 
Elly
23 September 2009 @ 08:19 pm
Title: Different Sides
Author: Ellyrianna
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing(s): Gojyo/Hakkai
Summary: Post-journey. Gojyo's still surprised every time he sees Hakkai sleeping in bed beside him. "We live our lives on different sides, but we keep together, you and I."

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listening to: Satellite -- Guster
 
 
Elly
24 April 2009 @ 06:11 pm
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known,-- cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honor'd of them all,--
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains; but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
to whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,--
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labor, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me,--
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads,-- you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends.
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

--"Ulysses," Alfred Lord Tennyson
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listening to: Boats & Birds -- Gregory and the Hawk
 
 
 
Elly
18 April 2009 @ 12:06 pm
National Poetry Month, week three.

(One poem I liked from AP English for every week of April.)


I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.


Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

--Theodore Roethke, "The Waking"
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listening to: House by the Sea -- Iron & Wine
 
 
Elly
10 April 2009 @ 12:35 pm
National Poetry Month: Week Two

(One poem I liked from AP English for every week of April.)


Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?

--"Those Winter Sundays," Robert Hayden
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Elly
01 April 2009 @ 10:11 pm
National Poetry Month: Week One

(One poem that I liked from AP for every week of National Poetry Month.)


I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.

--"Design," Robert Frost
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listening to: Telescope Eyes -- Eisley
 
 
Elly
23 January 2009 @ 11:01 pm
Title: Aubade
Author: Ellyrianna
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing(s): Gojyo/Hakkai
Summary: Morning interlude after Sanzo leaves in Even a Worm.

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listening to: World on Fire -- Sarah McLachlan
 
 
Elly
21 January 2009 @ 06:47 pm
So in the past year or so I've started watching Charmed reruns on TNT. And I completely admit that the effects are corny, Phoebe's ever-changing hairstyles are insane, and that Paige dresses like a hooker, I still kind of love it.

But what is so weird is that pretty much the entire time I've been watching it (and I've seen the whole series once through, going on the second time around now), I never thought Cole was remotely attractive -- until like three days ago. All of a sudden, when Phoebe asked him to come to Prue's funeral and he looked so sexy in black, I was just like "GUH."

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Anyone else experience this same phenomenon?
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listening to: Rangers -- A Fine Frenzy