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Lacy Lyn

About Me

believe me.. you wouldn't want to hear it..

My Interests

movies, going to shows, i've taken to reading more lately then usual, spending time with my friends (hope to do more of that now that i'm home) and basically.. whatever gets me out of the house..

I'd like to meet:

anyone i've never met, since i've run through those i have..

Music:

bad religion.. horrorpops.. nin.. tool.. johnny cash.. patsy cline.. afi.. social d.. gravity clutch.. the list goes on and on..

Movies:

There are more movies then I can possible squeeze into this little section worth mentioning, so I will say this: I love movies that portray realistic human emotion. Independent films are a good example. People are not as black & white as all good or all evil & watching some commerically popular big budget action flick with no depth just sounds like a waste of money. I want a movie to stick with me long after I leave the theatre.

Television:

the Third Watch has become my new favorite show.. It makes me laugh, it makes me cry.. it makes me applaud like an asshole infront of whomever is with me when I watch.. It's the best!! Law & Order (both the original & SVU, not CI), NCIS The First 48, The Closer, Las Vegas, Forensic Files.. And a few that aren't crime shows.. Being pregnant sort of takes away from a social life, forcing me to um.. be boring..

Books:

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 crêpe 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 for ever: 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 wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good. "Funeral Blues" W.H. Auden - I suppose I could have listed books here in this section. Perhaps I choose not to because I haven't read anything that wasn't already listed previously & instead of embarassing myself by admitting that, I've decided to add a poem in its place that I absolutely love. I think the idea of that. That's go with that.

Heroes:

Lady, Lady, never start, conversation toward your heart; Keep your pretty words serene, never murmur what you mean. Show yourself by word & look, swift & shallow as a brook. Be as quick & cool to go, as a drop of April snow. Be as delicate & gay, as a cherry flower in May. Lady, Lady, never speak, of the tears that burn your cheek. She will never win him whose, whose had shown she feared to lose. Be you wise & never sad, & you will get your lovely lad. Never serious be nor true, & your wish will come to you. And if that makes you happy, kid, you'll be the first it ever did. "The Lady's Reward" Dorothy Parker