Sadly I believe I talk like this whenever I get excited about something. Usually this happens when I'm talking about either M. Night Shyamalan, Lost, or Vietnamese food. I laughed soooo hard when I saw this.
Sounds Like Me
Author: Elissa Angelica Cooper /BAD ROBOT
Author: Elissa Angelica Cooper /I watched The Iron Giant last night for the first time with some of my favorite people. Has to be one of my favorite animated films now. Oh, and after six years of watching the animated robot say, "bad robot" after every Lost episode, I finally understand where the heck that comes from. THE IRON GIANT. Well here's my favorite scene.
The End
Author: Elissa Angelica Cooper /My dear, dear Lost. We've been together these past six years, and the time for us to part ways has already come. Never have I watched a show with such commitment and dilegence. No. As cheesy as it may sound, you were there throughout my entire high school career, and added that extra bit of spice to my life. So thank you. See ya in another life brother.
The End's Not Near, it's Here.
Author: Elissa Angelica Cooper /Well. Graduation was last night, and so marks the end of my high school career. Bitter sweet, but also unbelievably relieving. Thanks to all who have supported my throughout these four long years. Desert Christian, I shall miss you dearly. I love you all. TIME FOR SENIOR TRIP.
Our Small Little Band
Author: Elissa Angelica Cooper /Me, Jeremy, and Josh decided to write a song. We then, in the same day, recorded that song. This is a picture of us coming up with ideas. I'll be posting the song shortly.
Awakening
Author: Elissa Angelica Cooper /This is a poem I wrote about two years ago. It's one of my favorites, so I thought I'd unbury it once again.
The world grows quiet,
skin turns numb,
and eyes awaken,
they do not shut.
The sun rises in a crimson sky,
and waters fall upon the shy.
The beautiful man sings,
and music flows from the earth.
It pierces the body,
and resonates throughout the soul.
It dismantles the mask,
leaving only the heart,
a heart so disfigured,
it's called a piece of art.
A grumbling begins,
it begins from within.
It's the beginning of change,
the beginning of great light.
Time grows on,
and a new song arises.
It's the song of the beloved,
they cannot be silenced.
The Last
Author: Elissa Angelica Cooper /The last one hour episode of Lost is tonight. This will be the last Lost Tuesday. I plan on writing more about how this amazing show has impacted me over these six crazy years, but I'm saving that post for the season finale, which will appear on Sunday. Tonight's episode is titled, What They Died For.


