Oh, life.

Every time I hear the trains from the waterfront I want to pack one small bag and go to Portland.

Every time I look at my bookshelf I mourn the loss of love of learning--but every time I read for Lit I gain it back.

Every time I take off my shoes I want to dance, and every time I try I can't, as well as I could.



I feel sort of pretentious and idiotic. I'm being melodramatic. But it's all true.

MLK Day

I'm not even going to try to write something meaningful about today; it would fail.
Instead, from leeann_marie's latest post: Martin Luther King's last speech.

( I'm so happy you didn't sneeze. )

when that i was an a little tiny boy...

The rain it raineth every day--with a heigh ho, the wind and the rain!

Glorious weather out there.


My roommate: Make it go away!
Me: That I cannot, and would I could I would not!

(Wow, I'm a dork. Wheee!)