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[17 Jan 2005|12:37pm] |
ATTENTION ALL: I'M DESERTING THIS LJ NAME.
I made it when I was twelve, and going by Alex Cypress Black in the HP fandom. I no longer do that. I'm not really part of the fandom anymore, anyhow, much. And I don't like this name anymore.
My NEW name is ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) delusionalrose. Please friend that and unfriend this. I friended most of you already, except journals that were doubles, ones that were for writing purposes, ones that hadn't been updated in months, or people who I don't really talk to anymore (but if you still want to friend me, I'll surely add you back).
So, it's been two years on this name, and now I shall switch over. I take my leave.
-Alex
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[15 Jan 2005|10:23pm] |
A quick note before I go sleep:
I HAVE SPORTS NIGHT/RENT CROSSOVER BUNNIES AND IT'S ALL HAILEY'S FAULT!
But... Gah... Jeremy trying to teach Mark poker (the glasses bond, people), Maureen flirting with Natalie like mad, Maureen and Collins finally getting Dan and Casey together...
>.< I hate you. In the I love you way.
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| And the most she will do is throw shadows at you, but she's always a woman to me... |
[13 Jan 2005|12:12am] |
1. Pick one dozen movies that are ones that you have special feelings about.
2. Pick a few lines of dialogue that mean something to you.
3. As people guess the film, strike out that entry.
4. If possible, after the film is guessed, explain why that movie made the list.
I'll try to stick to Special Feelings movies, but... Yeah. Movies don't give me the warm, fuzzy, bunny feelings that plays do. So we'll see, eh? The more obvious movies I'll try to make less-famous lines, so good luck. ;D
( The Lines )
I really was going to do a Real Entry, but I'm tired and tomorrow's Thursday and I'm working on the SN fic I promised Beth and a coupla Rent fics for Hailey so I shall just say one thing: I have a burning desire to watch Stand By Me again. I found the script and read it and now I want to watch it. I should've made Mom tape it when we still had HBO, huh?
*yawn* G'night all.
EDIT TO ADD: Stolen from lonesomeoctober-
If you didn't start a Live Journal for the sole purpose of being an attention whore and having everyone pity you because of your sob stories, put this in your LJ.
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[09 Jan 2005|12:48pm] |
Firstly and most importantly: RUN, don't walk, to join my new community. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) nicetobenoticed -- I know that, the Covenites especially, everyone will love this from my flist. You get fics written/art drawn/icons or layouts made for you, AND you get a challenge to do them for others, with NO DEADLINE. C'mon -- it'll be fun! Please?
Anyhow. The next order of business. I have been relatively... different lately. I feel a lot more outgoing. Confident. Outspoken. I don't know why. And I'm a lot more willing to make a fool of myself, yes, even in public, s'long at it's for good fun.
There was more, but now I gotta go, so I'll leave you with one comment: Josh Charles is the prettiest, and quite possibly the most inheritly slashy, man in the universe. *solemn nod* And now I need to go get dressed. More tonight.
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[22 Dec 2004|03:41am] |
I am alive. And supposed to be in bed. But alive.
Quick notice: I will sell my soul write a drabble for whoever can email (blackenedred@gmail.com) or send through yousendit.com the song 'What If No One's Watching?' by Ani DiFranco to me... I read a heartbreaking RENT M/R vidfic to it and now have DPS songfic bunnies. Gah.
The bunnies are killing me. I blame Beth, for helping me make slashy comments through DPS on Saturday night.
*goes to sleep*
-Alex
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[07 Dec 2004|02:21am] |
*sigh* I'm going to update regularly starting soon. I swear.
As for now...
I'm stil alive. I finished NaNo (50040) but not my novel. I have RL friends now. I've seen RENT live (twice in fact).
Now I need to go to bed. Two things-
Click Here and show your true feelings!
What can I say? I was bored.
And, I started a RENT roleplay on greatestjournal... I'm Maureen. A friend of mine is Mark and someone else is playing Joanne, but everyone else is open (including Roger, although I'm temping him) so if you or anyone you know is interested please pass on this link:
http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=lavie_boheme
And if any of my HTML and compu-artistically enclined friends feel up to making the main comm, the OOC comm and possibly my character journal backgrounds, well... My email for the game is diva.maureen@gmail.com and we'll leave it at that. ;)
-Alex
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[06 Nov 2004|11:07pm] |
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I really should be NaNoing.
But I am not, even though I took a mental health night last night. Instead I am reading a new fanfic chapter, and watching the 21 Jump Street pilot. Again.
Well, actually, to be truthful, I'm looking over at the screen from time to time to drool over how pretty Johnny Depp is. Prettier in 21JS then anything else I've seen him in, particularly as a McQuaid. Or in the cop clothes or playing the sax in the pilot. Don't look at me like that. I'm tired.
...Now to finish this chapter and NaNo. Just letting you all know I'm still well with a fair amount of intelligence left. If not much.
Ow. My hip. Love you all.
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| I dreamed that love would never die... I dreamed that God would be forgiving... |
[03 Nov 2004|06:59pm] |
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Stalling before a NaNo writing.
One day I am going to write up the notes I did on this song for the singing workshop. I just refound the karaoke CD version I used, and have bargained with self that if I reach 6000 tonight, I can go in my room, lock the door, put it on and sing my heart out.
That, and I can work more on trying to get the French On My Own down without screwing up.
Bribing myself is fun.
I really need to go write now.
Because it needs to be said, and often: Love you all dearly. (And if you're not comfortable with that, care very much about you.)
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| ..."I'm half sick of shadows," said the Lady of Shallot... |
[31 Oct 2004|11:30am] |
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...Out flew the web and floated wide/The mirror cracked from side to side/"The curse has come upon me," cried/The Lady of Shallot...
Love, love, love that poem. Love, love, love, love, love the song version Lorena McKennit did.
I wish I had PaintShop. I'm dying to do icons.
Happy Halloween, m'dears! And to... well... many of you, g'luck on NaNoing starting tomorrow! I can't wait. But I must, because guess who's mother's laptop broke? Yeah, mine! And so mom needs to use this comp for work and NaNo, and I have to wait a coupla days so we can put together the old comp in my room.
Luckily, we got a monitor, a mouse, a keyboard AND a floppy disk drive... for free. Thank you, kind homeschooling mothers and mom who joins numerous groups!
I will not be on much during Nov. Will try to update once or twice. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut. You know.
I'm tired.
I have nothing to say.
Later.
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| Before I write a real entry! |
[15 Oct 2004|11:37pm] |
If you see this, post a bit of poetry in your journal.
Invictus- William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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[09 Oct 2004|02:02am] |
Need sleep. But first:
NaNo '04 journal: ratti_matti
NaNo '04 bi-weekly inspiration community: nano_muses
*points at second* All of you doing NaNo, join. I implore you. And beg you, too.
Now, gnight!
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[09 Oct 2004|01:01am] |
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First things first: Maybe it's late, but- Happy birthday, Shen! Hope it's been awesome.
Second things... well, second. Am listening to music muchly tonight. Haven't heard McKennett's Greensleeves on headphones before tonight. So much more beautifully intimate then on Ma's CD player. Though I prefer The Lady of Shallot just because it's so breathtaking. Really need to read that poem.
*needs to swipe Mom's CD when she's not paying attention*
Oh! I recalled. We got No Plot? No Problem! today. I am happy. On Chapter Two now, and planning on reading more later.
Having nothing more to say- g'night luvs.
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[08 Oct 2004|12:44pm] |
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I am bored.
I have not taken off this hat. All day. I <3 this hat. I really do.
I am going to do memes and other random things, for I have nothing else to do. I would love to do the photo one, but unfortunately, my only camera avaliable is my mom's, and she freaks if I touch her digital cam, let alone use it for THIS.
So. First:
Send me music. Anything. I'm a music freak. Send me your favorite song. Your least favorite. Your original works you have on the comp. Send me your entire music collection in a spam of mail, I don't care. Just send me some. The email's blackenedred@gmail.com and I'm waiting. Send me musicals, esp. ones I've never heard of but are good and have a plot, and I shall fall to the ground before you. Send me LM (Les Miserables), RENT or ACL (A Chorus Line, but Broadway only please, unless it's the movie's Rehersal One or I Hope I Get It) and I'll love ye for a longly time.
Nextly- write a drabble starting with a first line from one of my fics, and comment it.
Feel privlidged, for I went into my Dark Days of Fic Writting for this. Some almost have to be fandom-specific, some not, depends.
( List )
Also, I've seen this done in various forms. So here's twelve things you probably didn't know about me.
( Twelve Things )
In that spirit... What do you want to know about me? Ask away. Anything too personal will be replied to in a friends-only post.
And while I'm on that, I'm curious. What was your first impression of me? How has it held up or caved in?
*pokes writers on the f-list* Someone write me a fic with the line "You look so peaceful when you sleep, beautiful prince" in it. Pretty please? With chocolate on top? Any fandom I know, any pairing you'd like or character you'd like. I just love that line, have since I mistook a line in War by the Cardigans for it.
I really needa sleep. Soon. Not now. But soonly. Gooooodnight everyone.
-Alex-
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[07 Oct 2004|04:41pm] |
Acting is loverlygoodly soonly. I oughta eat but I'm not hungry yet, so I'll eat at five, in ninteen minutes, so I can leave at five:thirty.
Costume/fashion update: After six weeks of begging, all it took was a costume. Meaning?
I got an Eponine hat! :) Not an exact replica of course, but CLOSE ENOUGH. For me.
Now I have to go before the bro makes me murder him. And I have to eat. Because I've been too long browsing. Tis five.
-Alex
Who will write more, later-
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| I am tired. And tomorrow is Thursday. |
[06 Oct 2004|10:54pm] |
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*points at subject* Not a good combination. Why, you ask? Because we are out of the house from twelve-thirty to eight-fourty-fiveish. It's exausting, and half the stuff we do I don't really enjoy, and I don't get to eat more than a snackbar and a Capri Sun foor eight and a half hours by the time dinner is done. *sigh* And I may have to skip Acting again this week, for I feel horrid.
I have figured out what I shall be for Halloween. Or, actually, I was forced to be. At dinner. Because since my mother makes my costume, she's been asking for three weeks what I want to be. And I explain I have had naught on my mind for three weeks but NaNo and musicals and hurricanes. So she tells me to be a character from a musical.
So I reply with the first thing that comes to mind.
So, I'm going this year as Eponine. (Hey, it was On My Own which came on the headphones at that moment, it popped into my head.)
So I am looking for clear picture of the outfit she wears. Well, I look on the bright side- Out Tonight could've come on, and I might've been explaining Rent to mom right now, which is not happening this year, as the people putting it on here decided not to. Or A Heart Full of Love, and I could've been stuck in that heavy dress Cosette wears. And I don't want to think about what my mom would've choosen. Last thing I heard was Grease and Annie. Not a pretty thought.
I really love my new 'all the world's a Stage' icon. (Which I got off of someone's icon journal. iconsdeboheme, awesome icons.)
*sigh* I have nothing to say. This is not a new thing. I am just... rambling right now. I feel kinda sickish. Like last Thursday, when I overdid it on the spaghetti sauce and had to lay down and nap for two hours, totally unlike me, may I add. Hmm. Maybe I overdid the ketchup.
...I'm going to end this now before I say something completely nonsensical. Or embarrasing.
G'night and sweet dreams to all reading this at night.
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| This also has nothing important in it. Except OMGKangXiureviewedme! |
[04 Oct 2004|07:17pm] |
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Okay, I will be on later with a long also-nothing-of-worth post, but first let me squee like a fangirl for a sec.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Kang Xiu liked Write of Us. Kang Xiu. Quite possibly the best Les Mis author OF ff.net.
My muses could give out right now in that book and I would be happy to stop.
Wow! Okay, any reservations about that story? Gone. Entirely.
(Nothing against other reviewers to any story, but myall, Kang Xiu! I am a *worshipper* of Chemin. And Enjolras Will Speak Again still makes me cry. And Tears of the Revolution. And Thoughts. And That's One Gallows That Worked and it's sequal who's-name-I-can-never-recall. And that's not starting on her *others*. God, she just amazes me constantly, okay? 'Nough said.)
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[03 Oct 2004|01:23am] |
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Amazingly enough, though it's 1:30 in the morn, and I'm tired and sickly, I can still write pretty well. Although the subject matter is somewhat... odd.
Les Miserables four-fic update on ff.net-
I Have Heard the People Sing"- A parody of 'Do You Hear the People Sing'- a fan of the musical sings about their beloved show to the tune of one of it's most inspiring songs!
Note: Only old story in the update. I quite like it!
Let Him Live- [Les Miserables, the musical fic.] Feeling tired and philosical, Grantaire overhears Valjean pray for Marius and makes his own prayer for Enjolras.
Note: Though it's musical-fic, the characterization is still rather book-like for R. I enjoyed writing this.
The Tears Dry- AU. Enjolras, having been saved on the barricade, remembers his fallen friends, including his savior. [Songfic to 'Without You' from Rent. Slash- EnjolrasGrantaire.]
Note: First fic I've written showcasing my oldest and first Enjolras persona, Marlon Enjolras (second featuring him). As for the fic- It's okay. It's not complete trash but nothing worth cooing over.
Write of Us-The true reason Hugo wrote of a man devoted to someone who never gave him a spare look- because he too knew the pain, even if his did not last as long as R's. [Slash- Victor HugoOMC, implied slash in the book]
Note: I managed to scare myself here. No, I don't know how this happened. I think Marlon was bugging me to give a reason for his name. This is the weirdiest thing I've written to date, I swear. And my first RPS.
Also, since I never promoted it-
Red and Black- One was red, and one was black, but neither cared to admit how well they matched. (Slash- unnamed EnjolrasGrantaire)
Note: My first LM fic, and one I think is really good. Managed to get me on an excellent writer's favorite author list, anywho! Just one question: I'm not going to tell you which it is, but does this seem like a one-shot drabble, or the start of a longer fic?
Right. Now, to sleep. I must sleep. After getting some crackers, to settle my jumpy/sloshy stomach. Night night!
-Alex-
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| Random thoughts. Mostly LM- and Enjolras-players-related. Nothing of importance. |
[02 Oct 2004|06:16pm] |
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Feeling much happier. And tired-er.
Brother needs to learn to *not* interrupt me while listening to MICHAEL (Maguire, that is) sing DYHTPS or I WILL use the scary-deep growl-big sister voice on him.
Have not much to say. Want to write, but every plot I get is for a crazier fanfic then the last. So far I've come up with Victor Hugo/OMC-Implied Enjolras/R, finding a way to work Jimena/Stanton, and other completely OOC plots.
*gaspfaintunabletospeakness* I see the hype.
LM fans who have not heard the CSR:
http://www.geocities.com/Broadway/Stage/5599/sounds.html
Go down to 'Let us die...' Anthony CSR. Listen to the whole thing.
I get the hype over his 'Let others riiise' now.
*puts on continous loop*
Actually, the only thing I have heard from him that I haven't liked is that in look down, he goes: Where are the SWELLS who run this show? He yells the word. I prefer the...sorta...I dunno. I just like Michael's better.
But still. His Let other riiise - to take our plaaace - untiiil the Earth is free!. Whoayeah.
*Michael Maguire is still the most beautiful Enjolras ever, though, even if he doesn't do the note nearly as well. At least not on the TAC*
The 1972-1988 Broadway musical songbook I got from the library has a pic of him on the barricades over the Les Mis summary. Yes, it's black and white, but the library still will have to *wrestle* that thing away from me.
This is obsessive for me, if it isn't for everyone else, so yeah. Has Alex become a teenager forreal? We shall see.
Have nothing more to say of even slight sense. Am silently singing along to LM. Yes, I realize it's impossible. I'm still doing it. I suppose it's mouthing, actually.
*sighs* If I am bored much longer, I will give into my muses, I know I will.
*goes to convince self to work on ATB*
-Alex
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[02 Oct 2004|04:01pm] |
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(Warning: Absolutely no content of worth. Just a mini-rant)
I hate being sick. I hate missing my show. And I have not been this sick in over a year, I swear, why -now-?
God, that chicken smell is going to make me throw up. Again.
And WHY won't my brother go to sleep so I can at LEAST put on my music?
*curls into a ball and falls asleep*
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| Do you hear the people sing? Singing the songs of angry men! |
[20 Sep 2004|05:38pm] |
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Or, likely, do you hear the Alex sing? Singing the songs of Les Mis men!
Because that's what I'm doing lately. Singing. The songs. That the Les Mis guys sing. Especially Enjolras, because yeahhesEnjolrasandEnjolrasisgreatandgodlybowdown. Or Grantaire. Because who can resist Grantaire?
I am bored. Very hungry. And working on atthebarricade (ATB shorthand). So there's not much else to say.
I'm rereading my Les Mis R/E fics. I've read a lot of the ones of FF.net a million times, and they *still* make me squee and gah. Or cry. Depends on which one.
Right. To go one with ATB. Because I'm happy about it, expect a post when it's set up.
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