All right.  Song meme time.  I'm going to do two lists, just so that I don't make people super-stumped with my songs from musicals.  The first list is non-musical songs, the second is musical-only.  If it's a cover song, I'll take any version of it.

Non-Broadway
1. Watch the stars turn into nothing...
2. Silent spirit walks before me...
3. Locusts, tornadoes, crosses and Nazi haloes...
4. Conquest to the lover, and your love to the fire...
5. You want sex with a rubber doll?
6. While I down Kentucky bourbon, I am waiting for a call...
7. Just as you take my hand, just as you write my number down...
8. It doesn't hurt me, you want to feel how it feels...
9. Save yourself 'cause the only thing that matters is that you get away...
10. Consumed by this greedy disposition...
11. Somebody keep my balance, I think I'm falling off...
12. The world is quiet, like there's no one around...
13. Rambling, where to begin, I taste summer on your peppery skin...
14. You with the sad eyes, don't be discouraged...
15. So glad to see you well, overcome now, completely silent...
16. Here we are at last, the moment soon will pass...
17. Oh it's been getting so hard living with the things you do to me...
18. Last week I left a note on Laura's desk, it said 'I love you,' signed anonymous friend...
19. It's a God-awful small affair to the girl with the mousey hair...
20. 'Twas the worst of times for tinkers like you and me...
21. I've informed you to leave...
22. I won't stand in your way, let your hatred grow...
23. Father of mine, tell me where have you been...
24. I hear you got a pocket full of words that you keep in your garage...
25. I've got a plan to make it rich and famous...

Broadway
1. I was feeling done in, couldn't win...
2. Three pairs of alligator pumps, check!
3. Listen people, here comes Doctor Jazz...
4. What gives a girl power and punch?
5. I am not myself these days, for all I know I might be you!
6. You are some gumshoe, you just don't think...
7. He measured time passing in hits from the bong...
8. I look into your eyes and I see the pain you hold inside...
9. If you trust in your soul, keep your eyes on the goal...
10. I resolve not to be so stupid, I resolve not to play these games...
11. I wouldn't never tell this to nobody else but you...
12. Christmas bells are ringing, Christmas bells are ringing, Christmas bells are singing on TV...at Saks...
13. The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake...
14. Stories of passion, stories of friendship, and tales of how romance survives...
15. It seems crazy, but you must believe there's nothing calculated, nothing planned...
16. I can make you feel special when it sucks to be you...
17. Whispering, hear the ghosts in the moonlight...
18. I remember St. Sebastian with a memory most unkind, I can hear the bells I heard when I went there...
19. Lights up on Washington Heights up at the break of day...
20. You want her back now, don't you, bro?
21. Peacocks!  Sink me!  Think ye, sir, how those feathered boys love to flaunt their tails!
22. It is tradition that the person eliminated from the competition is fair game for derision...
23. I know Seymour's the greatest, but I'm dating a semi-sadist...
24. Someone tell the story, someone sing the song, every now and then the country goes a little wrong...
25. Haircut, simply terrible, that tie, the worst!

All right, guess away!

This, my friends, is what working in a bookstore does to you--yes, I got a job.  I know, it's a corporate bookstore, but at least it's paying me money to work with something I like.  Anyway...this is my current list of books I want to/need to read.  Enjoy.


* The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
* Choke by Chuck Palahniuk
* Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk
* The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau
* The Princess Bride by William Goldman
* Neuromancer by William Gibson
* Snowcrash by Neal Stephenson
* Brave Story by Miyuki Miyabe
* Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
* American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
* The Gone-Away World by Nick Harkaway
* The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
* Catch-22 by Joseph L. Heller
* One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
* Lord of the Flies by William Golding
* Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
* Go Ask Alice by Anonymous
* Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer
* A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking
* The Android’s Dream by John Scalzi
* Einstein’s Dreams by Alan Lightman
* Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank
* Stardust by Neil Gaiman
* American Gods by Neil Gaiman
* Coraline by Neil Gaiman
* The Watchmen by Alan Moore
* V for Vendetta by Alan Moore
* Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
* Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
* The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger
* The War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells
* Only Revolutions by Mark Z. Danielewski
* The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan
* Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats by T. S. Eliot
* The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery
* Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
* Hoot by Carl Hiaasen
* The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
* Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe
* A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court by Mark Twain
* The Road by Cormac McCarthy
* A Million Little Pieces by James Frey
* The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
* Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt
* Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
* The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
* World War Z by Max Brooks
* The Beautiful and the Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald
* East of Eden by John Steinbeck
* Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe
* Watership Down by Richard Adams
* Redwall by Brian Jaques
* The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo
* Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine
* The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks
* Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs
* Big Fish by Daniel Wallace
* Flatland by Edwin A. Abbott
* The House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne
* The World According to Garp by John Irving
* The Cider House Rules by John Irving
* Lisey’s Story by Stephen King
* Junior by Macaulay Culkin
* The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
* The Godfather by Mario Puzo
* The Castle in the Forest by Norman Mailer
* My Antonia by Willa Cather
* The Jungle by Upton Sinclair
* Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson
* Transmetropolitan by Warren Ellis
* Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice
* Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton
* A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
* Maus by Art Spiegelman
* Day by Elie Weisel
* The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer
* Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
* No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy
* The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch
* A Cook’s Tour by Anthony Bourdain
* The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
* Middlesex by Jeffery Eugenides
* The Virgin Suicides by Jeffery Eugenides
* From Russia with Love by Ian Fleming
* The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkein
* The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Dias
* The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
* Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
* A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin
* The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan
* The Mercy Seat by Neil LaBute
* Velvet Elvis by Rob Bell
* The Life of Pi by Yann Martel
* Tales of the City by Armistead Maupin
* Waiter Rant by the Waiter
* The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova
* Storm Front by Jim Butcher
* Night Watch by Sergei Lukyanenko
* Stiff: the Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach
* The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingslover
* In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
* My Incredibly Wonderful, Miserable Life by Adam Nimoy
* Mississippi Sissy by Kevin Sessums
* The Year of Living Biblically by A.J. Jacobs
* The World Without Us by Alan Weisman
* 1776 by David McCullough
* Across the Nightingale Floor by Lian Hearn
* Hack/Slash: First Cut by Tim Seeley
* The Seven Days of Peter Crumb by Jonny Glynn
* The Wind and the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
* A Treasury of Royal Scandals: the Shocking True Stories of History’s Wickedest, Weirdest, Most Wanton Kings, Queens, Tsars, Popes, and Emperors by Michael Farquhar
* A Treasury of Great American Scandals: Tantalizing True Tales of Historic Misbehavior by the Founding Fathers and Others Who Let Freedom Swing by Michael Farquhar
* A Treasury of Foolishly Forgotten Americans: Pirates, Skinflints, Patriots, and Other Colorful Characters Stuck in the Footnotes of History by Michael Farquhar
* A Treasury of Deception: Liars, Misleaders, Hoodwinkers, and the Extraordinary True Stories of History’s Hoaxes, Fakes, and Frauds by Michael Farquhar
* The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski
* Bringing Down the House: the Inside Story of Six M.I.T. Students Who Took Vegas for Millions by Ben Mezrich
* Blindness by Jose Saramago
* Dealing with Dragons by Patricia Wrede
* Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann
* The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
* Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke

This is what this job does to me.  Hah!  At least I'll always have books to read now.  If you all want to suggest a few, or tell me some of these choices are awesome or suck (and try not to be very angry about me having books like Twilight and The Notebook on here--if I read them, I can at least make smart comments when customers ask me about them).

This is for Dee.  You better see this, Dee.  Or I'll bite you on da butt!

All right--it's time for the feline to put his two cents in about Final Fantasy XIII becoming non-exclusive.  Truthfully...well, I think one of the world's favorite people sums it up best:

"Anyone who sees life as anything more than pure entertainment is missing the point."  --George Carlin

Namasté.

All right, before I get to whatever meat this post has, I want to offer a disclaimer--this is about the movies, not the fans.  Anyway.

I am getting really jaded on superhero movies.  Yes, I know, there are some good ones, and over the past few years, they have gotten better and better.  I will not deny that.  What I'm getting very sick of is the fact that it seems that Marvel Studios and whatever DC has...they aren't making new superheroes.  Now, I understand as much as anyone that it's a money thing, I'll give you that.  They have these characters already sitting around, all the backstory they need, and they just get writers to write the movie's script for them.  That's great, it works because it's sitting right in front of them.  At the same time, though, why can't these companies take a chance and create a new superhero, just for the screen?  I mean, considering how big Marvel, DC, Darkhorse, and the like are, it's a bit sad that the last original superheroes on the screen were The Incredibles.  And before that?  Mystery Men.  I am not saying that these studios can't make movies based on their pre-set commodities...I just want to see Marvel, whom I know is a creative group, make something new for us to enjoy...not just another movie based on their comics.

No, I haven't seen Iron Man or The Incredible Hulk yet.  I do not doubt they are good movies.  It is not about the quality of the movie.  It's the quantity of "based-on-comics "movies.  It's the quantity of fanservicing.

Oh well, I know I'm in the minority here.  I just...it's my journal, and I want to express what seems odd.

Lu out.

It's the end of an era, my friends.  Most of you don't know all the stories behind some of my most recent emotional troubles, and I don't care anymore whose fault it is.  Even so, I have just deleted every contact I have with Person X.  No, most of you, if not all of you, will not know this person.  It doesn't matter, I just want to give people an update.  I'm hoping this will start cheering me up.

I have washed my hands clean.  If the person who I have cut ties with wishes to give me a talking to and get all mad at me, save it.  If you would rather try to mend ties, as I would honestly like to do that, too (but feel like there is no way to anymore), feel free to give me an IM on AIM.  You know you have my name.  Besides, I think I still have feelings for you.  Even so...I can't keep living with being verbally abused by you.  You may hate me now after I post this, but I don't care anymore.  I want it to be like it was when I met you on Pounced.  Not like it is now, where you don't even seem happy to see me.  I gave you your space, I gave you your time, as much as I could without feeling like you were fully neglecting me.  After last night, and yes, I'm sorry about my rude way of phrasing my dislike for a certain character...after that, I don't really know if I feel like I want this to continue.  If you want to apologize, if you just want to talk without mentioning it...go ahead.  I'm all ears.

(Edit, and this may sound petty: if you're going to choose the less-nice path of just being mad at me, I want my games back.  You have my address.  Send them back if that's the path we're going to go down, as much as I do not want it to come to that.)

All right, kids and kidlets.  I am going to happily direct you to this forthcoming page--my FurAffinity page, where you can read my stories!  Which you should do, as I'm actually in a writing mood again!

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lunostophiles/

Go!  Read my stories, especially the newest one.

You ever get that feeling that what you really love to do, what you care about more than anything at time, what you want to do for a career or what you just have a passion for...you ever get a feeling that no one around you cares about it, and you're stuck internally cheering things on?

It's a horrible feeling.

I just want someone to talk to about musicals.  I already knew going into it that it's a niche market, especially in the Fandom, I get that.  I just though there'd be someone else like me, you know?  But there's not, it seems.

God, I'm so pathetic.

So, interesting fact on this short post.

I find everclear (you know, 95% alcohol drink) tasty.

That's all!

 I seriously am sick of being this good guy (most of the time--as everyone does have off days, I know), and getting flak for stuff when I do slip up.  It reads to me that people are waiting for me to do something wrong so they can point it out to me.  Yes, there have been days that I will wave a finger at and say I did something very wrong there, but this is not one of those days.

So I'm at my school (the building on West 61st Street) with my group (the F2s) practicing theatre dance (the bane of my existance).  Now, everything is fine and dandy for the most part, though over the course of the practice I'm starting to get annoyed at O'anna and Anna because they keep yelling at people, and me, to stop talking and to let Jobeth talk (which is valid, if they wouldn't yell, as Jobeth is our dance captain), and other things along those lines.  I'm dealing with it, albeit with gritted teeth, because everytime I speak up, I'm just asking a valid question.  I didn't once try to bitch someone out in the middle of the practice, nor did I say anything that was not meant to help someone else with their dancing.

Anyway, we get to this one dance, the individual polka (the song is "Can 'O Beans," if anyone cares--I don't know what show it's from), which is particularly difficult.  We keep tripping up, and finally we stop before we finish so we can work out the kinks and really get it looking nice for tomorrow's demo (it's AMDA's equivalent of exams).  I walk up to Jobeth, who's near the music area (we were using an iPod radio at this time, because we hadn't found the iPod connector cable to the room's sound system just yet), and begin to ask her the following question:

"It sounds like we're all getting off, like our 1-2-3-4 beats are on 5-6-7-8, and things like that--does the music change meter or skip measures or something odd like that?"

A harmless question, because the music is throwing me off because of this.  And yes, the music does switch its beats around a bit--it's a stupid song.  Anyway, mid-way through asking this question, Anna yells out:

"Why don't we just listen to the dance captain, Jobeth!"

I turn to look, and Anna is quite obviously staring daggers directly at me, as if I was tattling on Anna for doing something.  So I finally snap and yell back something along the lines of:

"Let me just ask my fucking question."

Then O'anna yells at me, and I yell at her, and I sit down.  Thus brings us to Jobeth, very calmly, giving me a talking-to about how I cannot yell at people in the theatre industry because I will be fired on the spot.  This I know, and I appreciate her for saying this, as it did solidify that--but the way she was putting it, only using second-person pronouns (you, your, et cetera), and then just tacking on "O'anna and Anna, too" really got me in a tizzy--I am not going to sit around and be the goddamned whipping boy because I was the final one to snap.

I know that I should not have yelled.  I should have calmly told Anna what I was doing (though she would have gotten into a snit and yelled more, I'm sure), but I did not.  Still...why am I the one that has to bear the brunt of this?  And then Danielle, after I come back from spending time in the bathroom to cool down, has the gall to tell me to not take it personally.  I had three people telling me that I was being stupid, defensive, and wrong.  I think it was personal.

I cannot wait for this semester to end next week.  I need to be away from most of these people.

Uh, seriously guys...let's not ignore me because I don't post often here.  You all know who I am--Lu, the Cheshire cat, been to the past fews meets?  Yeah, that guy, he's cool, most people like him.

Anyway, Saturday the 24th.  I want to have a big get-together in the city.  I was thinking some wandering around in Times Square or Central Park, maybe catch a movie, maybe just hang out, do whatever.  I mean, we can't go into my dorm or anything, but we can figure out what to do.  Hell, I'll take going to The Museum of Natural History (or the Museum of Sex--they have a furry exhibit...that'd be pretty cool, actually), just to hang out with all you guys one last time.  Please, someone, post back so I can at least feel like I'm not totally unloved!

I'm kidding, you know.  About the unloved thing.

All right, guys.  I'm almost out of New York City until October (at the latest), and I wanted to put this out there.  The weekend that includes May 24th and 25th, I'd like to pull together some sort of "Come Visit Lu One Last Time" event in Manhattan.  No real big ideas for what to do yet, but I'd like to see everyone one last time before I leave, and that'd be the best weekend to do it--this weekend my sisters are coming to visit, and the weekend after I'll already be in North Carolina.

So!  Pass this around, guys.  That weekend, I want to host/pull together a big meet.  If enough people say they're interested, then we'll work out some more details--we have two weeks, and I'll check LiveJournal more often because of this.  Anyway...I really hope we can do this, I really want to have a cool going-away sort of bash.

God, I keep having these weird-ass dreams.  This was last night, during my "it's like I'm homeless, but with a soft mattress" night (the heater was turned off because they were replacing the boiler--it's on now, hooray!), but I had such an odd dream.  I was in my room (or some visage of it) with my friends Tori-Weddell, Anna, and either Shaina or Bekah (I can't remember, it might have been some random third party I didn't even know, but I think I remember one of their voices), and they were all being total and utter bitches to me.  I went to go to the bathroom, and when I came back my keys were stuck in the bathroom door, as the girls had locked my dorm door, and I could even see them running down the hallway.

And then someone won the Publisher's Clearing House in my dorm.  Like, they ran up to them with the huge check.

So yeah...perhaps I'm eating something wrong before I sleep.  No pistachio ice cream for me?

Do you see these?  THESE AREN'T SHOES.  THESE ARE AN ABOMINATION TO THE GODS.  STOP WEARING THEM.  I don't care how comfortable they are, they are not fashionable, they are not 'cute,' they are not even slightly good-looking.  They look like someone made knock-off Kingdom Hearts replica shoes.  STOP WEARING THEM, FOR GODS SAKES.  PLEASE.

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Excuse this post--but then again, fuck if I'm being emo.  Fuck that label so much.  Anyway, I just have felt what it's like to be turned down to dating someone.  My first "we should just be friends."  Sure, he technically stuck on a "for now," but fuck if I know when that'll be.  I just...I mean, thankfully I didn't lose a ton of sleep over this, but it's just...it's disappointing.  I was hoping for something.  We all do when we jump into these things.  I'm not really hurt and crying, just feeling dejected now.  Oh well.

Well...last night was interesting, to say the least.  I don't mean I went drinking or anything, but I had three very odd dreams.  Like, very odd dreams.

The first involved some of my classmates (Nati, Elaine, Jesse, Tori Weddell, and maybe one other one...), and we were hiding from my musical theatre teacher Regina O'Malley and our pianist Steven Silverstein.  They were looking to kill us or something, as they had killed this one guy who had slept with a younger girl or some shit like that.  It was weird.  Anyway, at one point I run out to try and get to a safer place, and Regina comes up and holds a gun to my chest, but when she shoots nothing comes out...so I run and hide behind a table.  After that, everything got jumbled.

The second one was oddly like the first--well, sort of.  I was walking some very weird version of the streets of New York, when some guy came up to me and shot seven blanks from a pistol into my chest, said something like, "That's what you get," and left.  Yeah, blanks.  No blood, no pain, just BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG.

Thirdly, and this is the most odd, was about my friend Bengal getting a really overbearing girlfriend who, when I called him up one day to talk, said that I needed to stop calling him up because it was interfering with their time.  And then I was ice skating.  I have...no clue what was going on there.

So yeah.  My night was eventful.

So this is, what, my third LiveJournal account?  Ah well, here goes another attempt to log my life.  I've decided that I just really need to keep people up to date with my situation, as it's much more dynamic than it used to be in Concord, North Carolina--for now I live in New York City!  Center of the universe!  Times are shitty, but I'm sure they can't get any worse.

</Rent>

Err...anyway.  New York is a lot of fun, and a lot less horrible than they want you to think it is in movies where people are getting raped in every alley.  No, it's a very nice city.  Obviously, you have to keep yourself on-guard at all times, but why wouldn't you?  I'm alert, I pay attention, even though I live in one of the safest areas of the city, the Upper West Side of Manhattan.  Truth be told, I wish there were a few other things a bit closer to my dorm, but I can't complain about my situation and have it hold much water.  It's much nicer than I expected, actually--somehow, I was expecting to turn on lights and watch carpets of cockroaches scatter into the mattresses and walls, but I've only had to kill one small spider since I've been here.

I am getting tired of ramen and Campbell's soup, though, so I'm thinking about investing in some other types of food I can prepare in microwaves.  Maybe some Healthy Choices or things of that nature.  There's a small freezer in the fridge I have in my room, I wouldn't mind filling that with a few other types of foods.  But for all you worriers, I am eating healthily enough and I have no doubt in my mind that I'll survive with flying colors.  I take a multivitamin every day so I don't get scurvy or a deficiency in potassium and have my legs fall off.  I'll be healthy and ,hopefully after all this walking and dancing and climbing stares, rather skinny by the time my first year at this school is over.  Hell, I already feel rather healthy and happy with my body so far.  Yes, I'm not the best at dance classes, but I'm willing to learn.

Well, I suppose this is my first post, eh?  Hopefully I'll keep this one a bit more up-to-date than usual.

Lu out.