*Dusting, Dusting*
***One of my good friends wants to give me a cute, female shitzu-poodle puppy! Happy, happy! (But I won't be home much to watch over, feed and play with her, poor thing, so I'm already saying no because of that. I don't want to be a lousy pet owner.)
***Forgive me for sounding so geeky, but I'm so happy I managed to extend the due date of the book I borrowed this afternoon from just overnight to a whole week! Achievement. (It's been a while--semesters--since I borrowed one from the school library, haha.) Anyway, this is an excerpt from the book:
From fairest creatures we desire increase
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease
His tender heir might bear his memory :
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be :
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
So some of you might now have a clue of my latest indulgence. Yes, because sharing is loving. I don't know, but that's what he said.