Bonjour, readers!
my name's evangeline jehannette, but I go by wren! here's a little bit about myself!
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I
love: art, music, acoustic guitar, writing, peanut butter, the Phantom
of the Opera, my family, staying up late, my dog, my friends, yellow,
green, daffodills, my faith, my oboe, my guitar, Sophocles, my bass clarinet, my
sisters and brother, reading, bagels, walking in the rain, my marching
band family, and calamari!
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I hate: getting up
early, pet birds, snakes, ~~~SHARKS~~~, immature people, stories with
bad endings, spinach, health food nazis, liars, bad breath, unclean
bathrooms, too much ketchup, pop music, and being late for school!
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Book recommendations: The Count of Monte Cristo, Animal Farm, LOTR, the Chronicles of Narnia, Quo Vadis, Saint Joan of Arc (Mark Twain), the Redwall series, any Agatha Christi books, especially Ten Little Indians (also called And Then There Were None, whatever your fancy is...), and of course, any and all fairy tales!
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Movie recommendations: Braveheart, The Man Without a Face, Spiderman, Finding Forester, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Psyco, the Birds, Rear Window, Rebecca, the Bourne Identity and Supremecy and Ultimatum, Beauty and the Beast, Superman, Good Will Hunting, Pride and Prejudice, too many others to name...
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TV show recomendations: House, Beauty and the Geek, Smallville (the old episodes), Bones, Malcolm in the Middle, Eight Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter, the Winx (lol), and of course Arthur!
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Some memorable quotes:
Mr. Collins:
It's been many years since I had such an exemplary vegetable. (Pride&Prejudice)
Gaston:
It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas, and thinking... (Beauty and the Beast)
Cogsworth:
As you can see, the psuedo-facade was stripped away to reveal a
minimalist rococo design. Note the unusual inversely vaulted ceilings.
This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. And,
as I always say, "if it's not Baroque, don't fix it!" (B&B)
Murron:
You're going to teach me to read, then?
William Wallace:
Aye, if you'd like.
Murron:
Aye!
William Wallace:
In what language?
Murron:
Ah, you're showing off now.
William Wallace:
That's right. Are you impressed yet?
Murron:
No. Why? Should I be?
William Wallace:
Oui. Parce que chaque jour j'ai pensé à toi.
(translation: Yes. Because every single day I've thought about you)
Murron:
hesitates, impressed despite herself, then smiles Do that standing on your head and I'll be impressed.
William Wallace:
Well, my kilt will fly up, but I'll try. (Braveheart)
Lee: I was morally obligated to steal that man's toupee.
Auxilio ab alto~
wren.
every time you don't review something you read, a giant steps on a hapless kitten. remember that. :(sorry! morbid!
ciaozers
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