what's new pussycat?

Felix is gone.

Felix was our adopted cat. He showed up at our house about two weeks ago and then just hung around. We ended up feeding him once he became really whiny. On Thursday we finally decided to take him to the vet to scan his microchips. Turns out, he had been missing for 3 months. His real name is boots. But given his colouring, Felix is a much better, albeit incredibly unoriginal, name.

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Ok, It is now Sunday. I started writing this on Saturday. A lot can happen in a night. Guess who I found sitting at my backdoor this morning. That's right, Felix is back.

der schwanensee

Home alone. Listening to Tchaikovsky. Lovely.

I'm on a classical binge.

funeral blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden

the first cut is the deepest

I've been a bit uninspired lately. Life is busy (and by life I mean school) and I'm just plodding on through. But I thought that I should make a post at least once during September.

However, the other day I had a small nostalgic moment. For once, it's not school related. I was cutting up an apple. I think it was a Granny Smith, because green apples are infinitely superior. Then, this rather random memory suddenly popped into my head of me as a small girl watching my mum cut up an apple. It reminded me of my belief that mothers have that perfect way of cutting up an apple. First into quarters and then getting rid of the core in one swift cut. I always thought that when I was older (or maybe a mother), I'd be able to do it too.

Turns out I can't. But I suppose there's still time.

all i want

I want to f l y.


I want to put on my blue, suede shoes and dance.

I want to run around with sparklers.

I want forty-one.

I want to lie in the sun and daydream.

I want to bake cupcakes and l i c k the bowl.

I want to read all the books hidden under my bed.

I want to go on picnics and pick flowers.

I want borrow Bresson’s camera.

I want to p l a y mario kart.

I want people to burst in to spontaneous song in the street.

I want to star gaze.

I want to listen to music all day.

I want to steal Donne’s words, Wilde’s wit and Camus’ clarity.

I want to sip tea and recite poetry.

I want a single day of perfect understanding.

I want to wear my pyjamas all day.

I want to sing in the r a i n.

I want to hide notes in babushka dolls.

I want to find love letters in antique desks.

I want to do cartwheels down grassy hills.

I want to be ambitious.

I want to be content.

I want to write poems about blue birds and nothing in particular.

I want to crack a crème brulé.

I want to click my heels together three times.

I want o n e more hour in every day.

middle distance runner

Well I'm so sad tonight
And the words won't come out right
It's been a long day on the track
And its stamina that I lack

So won't you run to me tonight?
Tonight we could pretend that we're just lovers
But I'll only ever be a middle distance runner

Well my heart is beating hard
And I'm off with a shot at the start
And my legs tremble from strain
But by the finish line I'll drain

So won't you run to me tonight?
Tonight let's not talk about next summer
Cause I'll only ever be a middle distance runner

Well I'm so proud tonight
Of the woman you've become
And I'm just too tired to fight
So my darling, I'll succumb

But you'll have to run to me tonight
Tonight I will love you forever
But I'll only ever be a middle distance runner

Sea Wolf

listen.

http://www.myspace.com/seawolf

roll over beethoven

I'm bored. I should be doing my history IA, but I just can't bring myself to do it right now. So I'll do something a bit mindless instead.

~ Choose a singer/band/group
~ Answer using ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group
~ Tag 6 more people (let them know they've been tagged)

Those who wish to procrastinate are automatically tagged.

And I choose The Beatles. By the way, a prize to the first person to correctly count the number of The Beatles titles in this blog.

1. Are you male or female?
I am the Walrus

2. Describe yourself.
Oh! Darling

3. What do people feel when they're around you?
I Want to Tell You

4. How would you describe your previous relationship?
I’ll Cry Instead

5. Describe your current relationship.
Ain’t Nothing Shakin’

6. Where would you want to be now?
Strawberry Fields

7. How do you feel about love?
All You Need is Love

8. What's your life like?
Take Out Some Insurance on me Baby

9. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
I Wish I could Shimmy Like my Sister Kate

10. Say something wise.
One and One is Two

The Beatles wrotes some very strange songs, with even more bizzare titles. I'm upset that I wasn't able to use;

~ Baby, Let's Play House
~ Leave my Kitten Alone
~ Lend me Your Comb
~ Maxwell's Silver Hammer
~ Run For Your Life
&
~ Ps. I Love You

But alas ... 'The End'