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Dec. 4th, 2003
Into my own
Dec. 4th, 2003 02:10 pmInto My Own
by: Robert Frost
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
We had to memorize this poem at NELP. Today, a year and a half later, I woke up with the words running through my head for no explicable reason.
by: Robert Frost
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
We had to memorize this poem at NELP. Today, a year and a half later, I woke up with the words running through my head for no explicable reason.
Maybe I finally got the hang of Thursdays.
Dec. 4th, 2003 04:49 pmBest LJ line of the day, ganked from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shivasaavik: "I need an X-Men application. My angst and I have a rooftop to brood on."
*kittenyawn*
I find myself in an inexplicably cheerful mood today. Maybe it's because I was totally right about not needing to actually prepare the Marx presentation because, of course, we didn't come close to getting through the rest of the material during class. Maybe it's because, as an incentive to get us to agree to an extra class meeting after the semester has officially ended, our prof has offered to bring pizza and extend our paper deadlines by two days. Maybe it's because I decided to skip my useless Criminology lecture and sleep in today, or because I've been listening to the new music I got yesterday and it's all awesome, or because I've had Robert Frost poetry keeping me company today.
In any case, today is a good day.
And now if you'll excuse me, I must eat dinner, watch the Simpsons, and then get my ass over to the fishbowl and, like, get some actual writing done. Because, you know what? Contrary to my actions (or lack thereof) of late, I am not a total dumbass. I just have to believe in my ability to get this work done, and I'll come through fine. To paraphrase Phil in class today, "We need to stop complaining about the amount of work we all have to do. At least we don't have black lung!"
I will leave you with this amusing IM exchange from this afternoon:
(01:27) SoulStorm: ::spoons cheesecake into your mouth::
(01:27) sylvyrmoon: mmmmm.
(01:27) sylvyrmoon: I have a weaknes for cheesecake, you know.
(01:27) sylvyrmoon: It's like the kryptonite of SuperMelanie.
(01:28) SoulStorm: so noted
(01:28) SoulStorm: mua ha ha ha ha!
(01:29) sylvyrmoon: uh oh.
shivasaavik: "I need an X-Men application. My angst and I have a rooftop to brood on."*kittenyawn*
I find myself in an inexplicably cheerful mood today. Maybe it's because I was totally right about not needing to actually prepare the Marx presentation because, of course, we didn't come close to getting through the rest of the material during class. Maybe it's because, as an incentive to get us to agree to an extra class meeting after the semester has officially ended, our prof has offered to bring pizza and extend our paper deadlines by two days. Maybe it's because I decided to skip my useless Criminology lecture and sleep in today, or because I've been listening to the new music I got yesterday and it's all awesome, or because I've had Robert Frost poetry keeping me company today.
In any case, today is a good day.
And now if you'll excuse me, I must eat dinner, watch the Simpsons, and then get my ass over to the fishbowl and, like, get some actual writing done. Because, you know what? Contrary to my actions (or lack thereof) of late, I am not a total dumbass. I just have to believe in my ability to get this work done, and I'll come through fine. To paraphrase Phil in class today, "We need to stop complaining about the amount of work we all have to do. At least we don't have black lung!"
I will leave you with this amusing IM exchange from this afternoon:
(01:27) SoulStorm: ::spoons cheesecake into your mouth::
(01:27) sylvyrmoon: mmmmm.
(01:27) sylvyrmoon: I have a weaknes for cheesecake, you know.
(01:27) sylvyrmoon: It's like the kryptonite of SuperMelanie.
(01:28) SoulStorm: so noted
(01:28) SoulStorm: mua ha ha ha ha!
(01:29) sylvyrmoon: uh oh.
You know, when you're totally overwhelmed with stress and work and you're running low on cash because you had to take two weekends of work off between your favorite relative dying and Thanksgiving and thus your next paycheck will have about 7 hours total on it, when everyone around you is drowning in stress and/or drama and you don't know how to deal with anything anymore...
When all this is happening all at once, the best possible idea is to go to Target, exchange your second copy of Finding Nemo for Pirates of the Caribbean, letshivasaavik buy you some jelly bellies, bake up a batch of tollhouse instant cookie things, and let the world fall apart without you for a night.
And so that is what I'm doing.
When all this is happening all at once, the best possible idea is to go to Target, exchange your second copy of Finding Nemo for Pirates of the Caribbean, let
shivasaavik buy you some jelly bellies, bake up a batch of tollhouse instant cookie things, and let the world fall apart without you for a night.And so that is what I'm doing.