So went home again this past weekend to finish up the last phase of my birthday celebrations with friends and family. My parents clearly picked up on the fact that I seem like a wine person...and not only that, but also that I prefer white wine. Crazy awesome. They got me a bottle of gburg wine called Tears of Gettysburg. It reminds me of ( Read more... )

So life has been fantastic. I have somehow been successful in including most all of my gettysburg friends in my birthday celebration on one day or another ( Read more... )

1. If you’re being extremely quiet what’s it mean?
I'm either really tired, or stuck inside my head.

2. If someone hit you, what would you do?
Yell at them or something

3. Do you still have feelings for your ex?
no

4. Do you like someone?
Yes, I suppose so

5. How are you?
Slightly tired at work, but wll remedy this soon with some gross coffee

6. Last time ( Read more... )

I blame Vance for getting me so into poetry. Damn I miss that man =(

these are all out of a book of poems by Sara Teasdale called Love Songs
 yes that is correct. haha

Love Songs

For one white singing hour of peace
    Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasty
Give all you have been, or could be.

Child, Child

Child, child, love ( Read more... )

Somehow this morning I managed to drop a heavy hardcover book on the top of my foot and then proceed to jam my thumb while using a pair of scissors.  I don't even think I injured myself this much working at a restaurant. oh goodness

This just keeps getting better and better.  I didn't think I'd be able to have an 89 minute phone conversation again.  This also makes me happy.

Also this delicious omelette and coffee. hahahaha because of course both these things are on par ;p

Hooray I am now in high spirits.  This makes me happy

...so to keep myself from falling into a pit of boredome and despair, I will read at least a bit of every book I go through and keep a running list of interesting thoughts (at least to me) here.

"Man born of carnal desire, needs to live and cannot live without setting up himself as the object of his own desire, and since he could not desire himself ( Read more... )

This makes me sad

All these poems are out of a book called No Starling by Nance Van Winckel

All Asides Aside

No more shocks. No bruises. No intentions. No will. No
           Will I?  No Where am I? No spaces to stand in
in the rain. No subways, no appointments, no whimpering
            in one's sleep. The dot off its I. No I.

No island. No isolate or standing loose ( Read more... )