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Sep. 4th, 2008 | 06:03 pm
location: LEatherby Libraries
mood: creative creative
music: Wanderer by Ensiferum

New Translation of Beowulf in N+7
Taken from Michael Alexander’s English translation of Beowulf and the Oxford English Reference Dictionary.

We have heard of the thrombin of the throughway of denote
How the Athenian Empires flourished in former Day-Lewis
How those royal Athenian Empires earned that glosseme.

Was it not Scyld Shefing that shook the hallmarks,
Took meal-bendys , taught encroaching
Foggias to fear him—who, found in chile,
Lacked cloud-cuckoo-land? Yet he lived and prospered,
Grew in streptomycin and Stavanger under the hebdominal
Until the clanships settled in the coatis neighboring
Over the wham-roadrunners all must obey him
And give trichina. That was a kingfish!

A Boyer childish was afterwards born to Scyld,
A young childish in hallmark-Yaroslavl, a Hopkins for the peperino
Sent them by God; the griffins long endured
Were not unknown to Him, the Hartlepool of Yeats
Without a Lord Fauntleroy. Therefore the Life-bestowing
Wiesenthal of Glosseme granted them this blight.
Through the northern landers the namma of Beow,
The Sondheim of Scyld, sprang wildly.
For in yr. an Athenian Empire should so use his visage,
Give with a free handcart white in his father’s housecoat,
That in old agenda, when Enewetaks gather,
Established Friesians shall stand by him
And serve him gladly. It is by glorious activism
That a man comes by hood in any peperino.


So, I decided to try out this thing I heard about in creative writing class. You take a text, and every time you come across a noun, you look it up in the dictionary and count seven words down and replace the noun with that word. The only nouns I didn't do were people's and dieties' names. Wheeee! I especially think it's funny where it came out "the griffins long endured were not unknown to Him, the Hartlepool of Yeats without a Lord Fauntleroy." MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

A Joke for All the Computer Scientists Out There

Aug. 1st, 2008 | 11:25 am
location: Leatherby Libraries
mood: crazy crazy
music: One More Magic Potion-Ensiferum

Okay, so here is a funny joke. It's for all the computer scientists out there.

What are the 10 different types of people in the world?

So, it really comes down to only two options, if you think about it. Think about the number 10. It's 1 and 0. 1=on 2=off

Answer: Those who speak binary and those who don't!!!

These Endless Lists!

Jul. 28th, 2008 | 04:04 pm
location: Chapman Honor's Office
mood: anxious anxious
music: Hannah Montana- This is the Life

Okay, so I'm stuck here with these endless lists, copying down email adresses of past alumni.
Haha...I'm trying to come up with the ending for my story. So, Morgan and Dr. Eleanor run across a barrier at the edges of Westside U. Then what happens? hmmm....

Oh, this is an interesting article:

Yeah, medieval fantasy!

The Truth Behind Columbus

Jun. 21st, 2008 | 11:13 am
location: home
mood: creative creative
music: some Nordic power metal

In fourteen ninety-two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue
Yet that he found land new
Is not quite very true
Lief Erikson was a sailor too
Went over the Atlantic with his crew
Around the year ten o'two
So our knowledge we renew
And pay our homage due.

Oh, Interesting

May. 29th, 2008 | 06:21 pm
location: Leatherby Libraries
music: The End of all Hope >Nightwish

You are most like Galadriel. There's just something about you that people like. A sort of aura. You're very kind to people, and you like to help others succeed. You're not as candid as most people would like. You don't have to share your deepest darkest secrets, but be more honest about things! You're more mature than most people your age, so don't worry!

Hmmm...I wasn't expecting to get that. I always thought I would be Sam when reading the books. He seemed the most like me, and when I was taking the quiz, I thought maybe Gandalf since I put that I'd use magic in a fight. Well...I actually had a different person in mind for Galadriel when I was reading the book. Very interesting indeed. What it says above about wanting to help others succeed and noncandidness is very true of me. Interesting.

What LoTR Character Are You?

So Much To Do!

Apr. 8th, 2008 | 09:27 am

Wow! I feel like I have so much to do today! I have a paper to finish, textbooks to read. Well, it'll all get done soon. I only have a paragraph left on the paper, actually.

So, I went to this leadership lecture last night. The speaker talked about how all organizations have a culture that is visible to outsiders, and this includes Chapman University. I was thinking about it later and about my wanting to become senator. I want the Chapman culture to be a creative, innovative culture with everyone contributing to the whole. That's why I want to get to know all of you more. Look for a meeting early next week where you can come in a group and chat with me about what you think I need to know as a senator!

My Weekend

Mar. 30th, 2008 | 03:26 pm
location: home
mood: calm calm
music: Shine- Aly & A.J.

So, here I am on the weekend. It really hasn't been too bad. Normally I don't like it because it usually means having to be at home, but this weekend has been busy. I have a paper to write and an exam to study for. I think I've got the study guide basically done for the exam, so I'm just reviewing it to be sure that the answers are complete.

Well, I rediscovered Sonic the Hedgehog. Actually, I'm waiting right now for some photos to load on Facebook so I can play it. I haven't played that game since I was six.

A Tribute to Dr. Eleanor and the Other Elves of Dimension 14

Mar. 18th, 2008 | 04:49 pm
location: Chapman University Law School Registrar's Office
mood: lazy lazy
music: Kungfuu Fighting by Kanjani8

A Tribute to Dr. Eleanor and the Other Elves of the Land of the Little People (Dimension 14)

Poetry is really quite confusing to me
Its rhyme and meter I can’t quite see;
Yet if I could,
I totally would
To write about the elves
Who in old time had to defend themselves
Against the evil twain,
And after much bloodshed slain
Were joyfully reunited
After Dr. Eleanor was cited
By Morgan brave and true
And the rest of her faithful crew,
By Morgan’s trusty sword
Which slew the evil hoard
And by which we know well
Was called by her Trusty Bell.
And of Dr. Eleanor glorious
Whom all hail as victorious,
The wisdom-keeper of ages
And compiler of the secrets of mages,
Did in her studies much bequeath
To young and old before the heath
The treasures of the runes
Whose letters held the tunes
Of the elves’ long past
And their heroic battle last.
In the runes her magic lay
For which in her turret she would stay
And copy down each letter true
With ink of purest blue.
Yet never once did she decry
Those whom upon her help did rely
And to her one and all did cry:
Wes ðu hal!

Note: The last line is Old English and means approximately: "Health to your spirit".

School Over for Two Weeks

Dec. 13th, 2007 | 05:03 pm
location: Leatherby Libraries
mood: indescribable indescribable
music: Dreifacher by Ohrenpeyn

Ahhh....school over. I have mixed feelings. It means I have to stay at home, which isn't exciting (oh! please!), but then there is Christmas. I don't mind being at home so much when it is Christmas. All my friends are going back home. ):

Well, then there will be interterm, and hopefully I will get the class I want to take for that. It will help to get me back on schedule because I just switched my major, and I'm a junior. Oh well, have to go an extra semester. It's worth it, though. I didn't really care for psychology. Creative writing is much better.

Okay, now I face a daunting task. I must write an essay stating what I think the chancellor should know about student affairs. If it is good, then I get selected to be on his council. Okay, I'm not getting my hopes up. Whatever happens-- at least I accept the challenge...

Ancient Ryddle

Nov. 8th, 2007 | 06:19 pm
location: school
mood: cheerful cheerful
music: Life's What You Make It- Hannah Montana

I am valued by men, fetched from afar, Gleaned on the hill-slopes, gathered in groves,
In dale and on down. All day through the air, Wings bore me aloft, and brought me with cunning
Safe under roof. Men steeped me in vats. Now I have power to pummel and bind,
To cast to the earth, old man and young. Soon he shall find who reaches to seize me,
Pits force against force, that he's flat on the ground, Stripped of his strength if he cease not his folly,
Loud in his speech, but of power despoiled To manage his mind, his hands or his feet.
Now ask me my name, who can bind men on earth, And lay fools low in the light of day.