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Well I'm back again. Not much happened all this meanwhile. I hate February weather. It's so dull and unmotivating. Once January hits the snow isn't really a holiday symbol or anything to adore. We spend several months virtually never seeing the sun. I don't know how we're expected to stand it. Well, moving on. Like I said not much has happened as of late. School, weekend, school, weekend. It's monotonous.
Last week we had a woman from Indiana Business College come give us an excruciatingly dry speech. It's a good thing that the teachers want us to be aware of all our options, unfortunately Indiana Business College does not provide a lot for me in the way of what I want to do with my life. That's okay I guess. I just tried to keep my mind on what was going on...instead I focused on little meaningless details. Like how the lady reminded me of my aunt, only in a way that I've never seen my aunt, but a way I know she is. Does that make sense? It just seemed to me by the way she was put together that she probably lived in one of those neighborhoods where all the houses look the same and everyone mows their yard on the same day, in some large fancy house. The kind with the white carpet and high ceilings that you automatically remove your shoes and check to make sure your socks are clean too. Then you tip-toe around. I don't know if you can really tell that about a person from the way they dress. It was organized, but not to any extremity. I think what really gave her a way was the way she did her hair and make-up. Do you think women like that wear a different kind of make-up? Who knows?
Well This weekend was, in lack of a better more accurate word, wonderful. I (as you probably know before I even tell you) spent it all with Eric. We didn't do a whole lot, but enjoy each other's company. That's the best way I can think of to spend my time. On Sunday morning I went over there at 8, just so I could go back to sleep and we could wake up at noon. We didn't sleep when I got there though, mostly we talked. It was hard to sleep. We eventually took a little nap at around 12:30. Waking up next to him is probably the best feeling in the world. Well later that night I took him to church and then back to his dad's. They had recorded the Dayton 500 so we watched all the crashes. Then I went home. I've fallen so deep in love with him I can hardly stand it.
In other news...I've made a decision to learn about something new every day. I'm not sure why...but I just think it would be a little pleasure to be full of random knowledge. So that's what I'm gonna try to do.
Today I learned about William Butler Yeats.
I've heard the name but never really knew who he was. Well he's an Irish poet. Awesome, because anything Irish is fascinating to me. He won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1923. He also worked as a director of theatre. So I think this guy seems pretty cool. I read a lot about him, but I won't bore you all with an essay or anything. I would like to share this, though...
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
That's a poem by William Butler Yeats called "When you are Old"
I liked it a lot.
Anyways, I think that's all for tonight. This has been a large update. So hopefully I'll be back soon. Oyasumi.
Last week we had a woman from Indiana Business College come give us an excruciatingly dry speech. It's a good thing that the teachers want us to be aware of all our options, unfortunately Indiana Business College does not provide a lot for me in the way of what I want to do with my life. That's okay I guess. I just tried to keep my mind on what was going on...instead I focused on little meaningless details. Like how the lady reminded me of my aunt, only in a way that I've never seen my aunt, but a way I know she is. Does that make sense? It just seemed to me by the way she was put together that she probably lived in one of those neighborhoods where all the houses look the same and everyone mows their yard on the same day, in some large fancy house. The kind with the white carpet and high ceilings that you automatically remove your shoes and check to make sure your socks are clean too. Then you tip-toe around. I don't know if you can really tell that about a person from the way they dress. It was organized, but not to any extremity. I think what really gave her a way was the way she did her hair and make-up. Do you think women like that wear a different kind of make-up? Who knows?
Well This weekend was, in lack of a better more accurate word, wonderful. I (as you probably know before I even tell you) spent it all with Eric. We didn't do a whole lot, but enjoy each other's company. That's the best way I can think of to spend my time. On Sunday morning I went over there at 8, just so I could go back to sleep and we could wake up at noon. We didn't sleep when I got there though, mostly we talked. It was hard to sleep. We eventually took a little nap at around 12:30. Waking up next to him is probably the best feeling in the world. Well later that night I took him to church and then back to his dad's. They had recorded the Dayton 500 so we watched all the crashes. Then I went home. I've fallen so deep in love with him I can hardly stand it.
In other news...I've made a decision to learn about something new every day. I'm not sure why...but I just think it would be a little pleasure to be full of random knowledge. So that's what I'm gonna try to do.
Today I learned about William Butler Yeats.
I've heard the name but never really knew who he was. Well he's an Irish poet. Awesome, because anything Irish is fascinating to me. He won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1923. He also worked as a director of theatre. So I think this guy seems pretty cool. I read a lot about him, but I won't bore you all with an essay or anything. I would like to share this, though...
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
That's a poem by William Butler Yeats called "When you are Old"
I liked it a lot.
Anyways, I think that's all for tonight. This has been a large update. So hopefully I'll be back soon. Oyasumi.