It's a meme, stolen from wicked_wolfie
1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload, if you feel like it) 5 songs that start with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

She gave me the letter U. I only own 5 songs that start with that letter, so this will be pretty easy.

"U Want Me 2" by Sarah McLachlan is a really beautiful song, with a great piano riff.

"Unchained Melody" is my Sarah McLachlan cover of a song which I have never heard in its original version. I don't really like the cover.

"Undiscovered" is an Adam Pascal song from Model Prisoner. I haven't listened to it since January 11, 2009 and I can't remember how it goes for the life of me.

"Untitled Opening Number" is from [title of show], so you should already own it.

"Uphill Battle" is another Sarah McLachlan song from her old album Touch and I can't remember how it goes either. Sorry.

LAYOUT UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Please mind the ugliness for a little while.
I'm done!

Six Entertainers I Like

A Pic Spam

    There'll be a real journal entry later, after my homework is done with, but I just wanted to let you guys know that steer_the_stars is my poetry/ranting/misc.-un-journalish-stuff journal. It's pretty private and I'll only be adding as friends people who are my regular LJ friends already. A lot of the stuff will be Private, but some will be friends only, so if you know me here and especially if you have your own fiction/poetry journals, we can link up. I'm especially interested in pairing with somebody else's "creative stuff" journals, so there you go. But not adding steer_the_stars is fine, because it's not like my regular, "social" journal.

Poetry meme from musicsexual: post your favourite poem on LJ. Since it's short, no cut for Sonnet V (also known as "If I Should Learn") by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
That you were gone, not to return again--
Read from the back-page of a paper, say,
Held by a neighbor in a subway train,
How at the corner of this avenue
And such a street (so are the papers filled)
A hurrying man--who happened to be you--
At noon to-day had happened to be killed,
I should not cry aloud--I could not cry
Aloud, or wring my hands in such a place--
I should but watch the station lights rush by
With a more careful interest on my face,
Or raise my eyes and read with greater care
Where to store furs and how to treat the hair.

2009 Reading List 
( Cut for the list... )

 2008 Reading List 
( cut for the list )