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December 7th, 2007
09:33 am - My Daemon I'm a huge fan of the Golden Compass trilogy of books by Philip Pullman. If you go to the official website you can find out what your Daemon (sort of like a visible representation of your soul-see the website for more information about them)would be based on answering a series of questions about your personality. This is the Daemon it generated for me. According to the description, this means that I am:
Modest Competitive A Leader Assertive Softly Spoken
Kind of an interesting mix of traits, but I think fairly accurate. I've always identified more with the Dragon, but perhaps I should start thinking of myself as more of a predatory feline, eh?
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November 27th, 2007
06:59 pm - Where to start?
Hmm, where to start... Not feeling terribly inspired, I will start by sharing a song that my puppy sent me a while back that has gotten stuck in my head and is driving me nuts. Hopefully this will get it out of my #$$%@#$% head!
Cheers I got two strong arms Blessings of Babylon With time to carry on and try For sins and false alarms So to America the brave Wise men save Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never Never fight over you Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never Never fight over you I got plans for us Nights in the scullery And days instead of me I only know what to discuss Of for anything but light Wise men fighting over you It's not me you see Pieces of valentine With just a song of mine To keep from burning history Seasons of gasoline and gold Wise men fold Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never Never fight over you I got time to kill Sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours A blackbird sings on bluebird hill Thanks to the calling of the wild Wise men's child Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: The Riddle
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