So, I'm going to be a junior next year.
I think that I might just be a little excited. Or maybe that's the coffee.
I'm going to Florida with my best friend tomorrow! I'm also excited about this.
I went to school today to get my schedule fixed and that was really fun. Had to wait in life forever, though. There was this really nice lady who was hilarious. That was fun.
How's my one watcher doing? She should post more.
:p
(I should do something interesting in my life so that I can write funnier posts.)
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Hm.
Originally this blog was a spot for my angst. I don't actually get a lot of that. However, after creating a fantastic layout, if I do say so myself, I feel like it's going to waste.
Well, I didn't create the layout, I came up with the header and the little side thingy and anyway! Back to what I was saying.
I kind of would love to continue using this for other things, but I have no idea what to post here.
Suggestions? (I'm looking at you!)
Well, I didn't create the layout, I came up with the header and the little side thingy and anyway! Back to what I was saying.
I kind of would love to continue using this for other things, but I have no idea what to post here.
Suggestions? (I'm looking at you!)
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I wish- More than anything
Once upon a time there was a girl who hated sonnets.
The end.
Should I compare you to anything, dear?
Would it flatter you to hear me compose?
Or would, perhaps, it too banal appear,
Seeming my love prosaic as a rose?
If I were to compare thee, however
It would be to a star or to a lark
Or, I assure you, darling, I endeavor
For perchance the last moment before dark
But all these things seem far too contrasting
To a resplendent beauty such as thee
Because these things are forever lasting
And your radiance is fleeting, you see
But compare you shall I not, my dearest
For shall you to my heart remain nearest
The end.
Should I compare you to anything, dear?
Would it flatter you to hear me compose?
Or would, perhaps, it too banal appear,
Seeming my love prosaic as a rose?
If I were to compare thee, however
It would be to a star or to a lark
Or, I assure you, darling, I endeavor
For perchance the last moment before dark
But all these things seem far too contrasting
To a resplendent beauty such as thee
Because these things are forever lasting
And your radiance is fleeting, you see
But compare you shall I not, my dearest
For shall you to my heart remain nearest
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Excellent
Life is treating me pretty good right now.
Possibly a side effect of awesome music and my deciding to make it so.
And cleaning off my desk.
Possibly a side effect of awesome music and my deciding to make it so.
And cleaning off my desk.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Burn
I hope there's a slug in your morning drink
and you're haunted by dead souls above
I hope there's a mouse in your kitchen sink
and your craft dies slowly, as does your love
I hope the china shatters
and the record player breaks
I hope your heirlooms melt
and your hands start to shake
I hope that you love me
and I love you too
I hope that we burn
and it remains true
and you're haunted by dead souls above
I hope there's a mouse in your kitchen sink
and your craft dies slowly, as does your love
I hope the china shatters
and the record player breaks
I hope your heirlooms melt
and your hands start to shake
I hope that you love me
and I love you too
I hope that we burn
and it remains true
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