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[Nov. 16th, 2009|11:57 pm] |
I saw The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus with the guys from work tonight.
I really REALLY want an Imaginarium. |
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| taking chances |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|05:47 pm] |
i should have known better than to expect too much from people 'coz in the end, all that's left are disappointments and frustrations and i only have myself to blame.
but i can't help but hope that this time is gonna be different, that it's gonna be better, i believe it...still. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|12:04 am] |
Fuck you, insecurities, I don't need this right now.
What I need is to make it to the weekend without having a mental breakdown. |
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| i miss home thought |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|09:54 am] |
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So I wake up today with a little sore throat and came to school really sleepy.
I came to school and kind of heard that H1N1 is coming badly to my school and all over Northern Finland anyway. |
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| NEED this job |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|01:47 am] |
I tried to go to bed early and set an early alarm for my interview tomorrow morning.
Yeah, that plan failed---miserably. |
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| I'm Still Alive! |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|01:39 am] |
I haven't posted in awhile.
Somedays I just don't have much to say... |
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| Stony Town |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|11:05 pm] |
Stony Town
John Shaw Neilson
If ever I go to Stony Town, I'll go as to a fair,
With bells and men and a dance-girl with the heat-wave in her hair:
I'll ask the birds that live in the road; for I dream (though it may not be)
That the eldest song was a forest thought, and the singer was a tree.
Oh, Stony Town is a hard town! It buys and sells and buys:
It will not pity the plights of youth or any love in the eyes:
No curve they follow in Stony Town; but the straight line and the square:
- And the girl shall dance them a royal dance, like a blue wren at his prayer.
Oh, Stony Town is a hard town! It sells and buys and sells:
- Merry men I will take with me, and seven and twenty bells:
The bells will laugh and the men will laugh, and the girl shall shine so fair
With the scent of love and cinnamon shaken out of her hair.
Her skirts shall be of the gossamer, full thirty inches high;
And her lips shall move as the flowers move to see the winds go by:
The men will laugh, and the bells will laugh, to find the world so young;
And the girl shall go as a velvet bird, with a quick step on her tongue.
She shall cry aloud that a million moons for a lover is not long,
And her mouth shall be as the green honey of the honey-eater's song:
- If ever I go to Stony Town, I'll go as to a fair,
And the girl shall shake with the cinnamon and the heat-wave in her hair. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|11:35 pm] |
I dont like talking to my friends about my psychic abilities because they never believe me.
You dont have to believe me for it to be true! |
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| William Carlos Williams, "A Love Song" |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|10:31 pm] |
What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.
The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.
I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.
See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.
How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now? |
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| The Philosopher | Sara Teasdale |
[Nov. 17th, 2009|10:12 am] |
The Philosopher
I saw him sitting in his door,
Trembling as old men do;
His house was old; his barn was old,
And yet his eyes seemed new.
His eyes had seen three times my years
And kept a twinkle still,
Though they had looked at birth and death
And three graves on a hill.
"I will sit down with you," I said,
"And you will make me wise;
Tell me how you have kept the joy
Still burning in your eyes."
Then like an old-time orator
Impressively he rose;
"I make the most of all that comes,
The least of all that goes."
The jingling rhythm of his words
Echoes as old songs do,
Yet this had kept his eyes alight
Till he was ninety-two.
- Sara Teasdale |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|10:24 pm] |
Hey 2_lines, share something weird about yourself.
Mine: I usually only hiccup once. |
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| happiness/unrelated |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|10:24 pm] |
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I thought I would share this with all you 2_liners http://1000awesomethings.com/
When I got home last night from 12hr shift my boy had a bath ready for me =) no one except my mom has ever done that for me. |
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| lol dad. |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|09:17 pm] |
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"Our kids and their friends are old fashioned, like, they actually sit down and play a game."
Fuck yes for game nights. |
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| The Two by Yevgeny Yevtushenko. |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|10:13 pm] |
Two people loving each other make a rebellion of two.
It is a thundering whisper breaking abuses through.
Two lovers in hay, or woodbine, make God Almighty's light,
it is like a waltzing ball of innumerous threads of life.
Two people adoring each other resemble two orphan kids
that cling to the skirt of beauty like puppies reaching for feeds.
They are a sort of skin-readers and linguists of human eyes.
To understand the tremors they don't need any advice.
The bed-sheets they've crumbled they value more than anything else.
The names that they whisper are greater than any of greatest names.
It is a serious menace, conspiracy, biggest of all. It is a rebellion of body
against separation from soul. It is uncontrollable, and it's
like two kingdoms, or two nations merged voluntarily
without declaring a war. Staring like freaks and sneering,
the crowd have got a good mind to wait for severe punishment
for love is said to be blind. But would it be worth getting married
if we were to decide to cure ourselves from happiness,
the pleasure of being blind? If blindness is laughed at squeamishly,
then, I imagine, the world can perish from an explosion,
and rise from a whispered word.
(Translated from the Russian by Alec Vagapov)
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| I was on TV! |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|09:10 pm] |
Last Friday I was the Athletic Training Student assigned to the Cheer/Dance team at the Marquette Men's Basketball game.
It was on the Big East network tonight, and there are a few -very brief- points where you can totally SEE ME ON THE BENCH!! |
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