If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.

one day, when i am all grown up, i have decided that at least two dogs will be an essential part of my home.

my beagle will be either hemingway, or churchill.

 
my newfoundland will be well... i dunno yet.

It's been a while, but I found myself missing the personal, really personal, feeling of xanga and my earth tones and sepia flowers.

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.

I am happily settled at OKCU for the next couple of days. I could  actually learn to love parts of OK, I think, if I tried. The drive up from Haworth was full of old, old trees, rolling hills, sunshine, and toll booths.
Hopefully, I won't have to learn to like OK too much though. Texas suits me fine for now. And there's plenty of time to decide where I want to live next.

hit me like a ray of sun
burning through my darkest night

In other news, I have discovered macgyver and that i really kind of  like it. I have also discovered that old habits die really, really hard. Once  you love something, it's difficult to unlove it. I can't resist the spark when i watch some kid suddenly realize that this this is what it means to think and respond.
Stand and deliver.
Also, chemistry is something that exists whether it should or not.

Frustrating? yeah.

I'm procrastinating on a Shakespeare essay I really should finish. I have set my own personal deadline of next Monday. At the very least, I could work on it part of Friday, Sat and Sunday. But I hate research papers with a passion. And research papers over literature, especially shakespeare seem like such a waste. I mean, why gather empirical data and create a boring pile of ten pages when you could spend the time delving into the intricacies of the work, mining out meanings and commenting on the brilliance of the piece as a whole.

But whatever.

i can't waste time so give it a moment,
i realize nothing's broken
no need to worry about everything i've done

henna. wikipedia is fascinating and really, i'd love to learn how to do/apply/create henna art...it could be more fun
than a tattoo, right? We'll see. I want to try it while I still have a tan and can pull it off without it looking completely out of place.

Last but not least, tomorrow brings four hours worth of bus time.I'm going to have to steal a book, I think.
Wrestle it away from the nice lady at the desk in the okcu library.
The story of tristan and isolde, usually something I'd consider dark and depressing and  generally not worth reading has captivated my imagination and quite stolen my heart. I like the name Tristan.

ps - I'm in love with Matt Costa's "sunshine