| Homecoming!!!
Tonight's the Night
We kicked Jackson County's butt.
Yesterday was awesome, but...
Today is going to be amazing! I get my liscense and I get to dance!
Whooot 
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| First football game tonight!
If you don't go, you aren't awesome...
Central's going down!!
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| Well, it's official. The first week of school is over. Do you know
there are only 37 more Fridays left in the school year? It seems like
so little, but it goes by so fast. Time is a nuisance, not to mention
ponderous (having great *emotional* weight for those SAT vocab.
peebs...), and I've been wondering why I constantly think about aspects
of my life in relation to time. Everyone else seems to have absolutley
no problem with it...
I inspected my livejournal for the first time in about a year.
That was bittersweet.
I spent two hours just now thinking about closure.
How ironic.
Thanks Chelsea.
Souls and Rain Drops- Sidney Lanier
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face.
Resurection.
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river
Where in the early fall long grasses wave,
Light winds from over the moorland sink and shiver
And sigh as if just blown across a grave.
And then I pause and listen to this sighing.
I look with strange eyes on the well-known stream.
I hear wild birth-cries uttered by the dying.
I know men waking who appear to dream.
Then from the water-lilies slow uprises
The still vast face of all the life I know,
Changed now, and full of wonders and surprises,
With fire in eyes that once were glazed with snow.
Fair now the brows old Pain had erewhile wrinkled,
And peace and strength about the calm mouth dwell.
Clean of the ashes that Repentance sprinkled,
The meek head poises like a flower-bell.
All the old scars of wanton wars are vanished;
And what blue bruises grappling Sense had left
And sad remains of redder stains are banished,
And the dim blotch of heart-committed theft.
O still vast vision of transfigured features
Unvisited by secret crimes or dooms,
Remain, remain amid these water-creatures,
Stand, shine among yon water-lily blooms.
For eighteen centuries ripple down the river,
And windy times the stalks of empires wave,
-- Let the winds come from the moor and sigh and shiver,
Fain, fain am I, O Christ, to pass the grave.
Souls and Rain Drops
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.
So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face. |
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| I HATE WASPS.
Thanks to a freaking wasp, my finger is about three times its normal size.
He (or she) was the sixth stupid wasp to enter my bathroom this summer.
GRR.
BUT
I love all my classes, and I have a diverse group of friends in each of them. Plus, the teachers seem really great too.
I have to write two articles for Newspaper by Friday. I'm doing a How To column and a sport feature on volleyball. Go me.
Frickin wasp...
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| School starts in a week.
Back to the being busy bee.
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