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Just got back from the movies... i saw the longest yard. it was pretty okay, but my relationship with my brother is really beginning to aggravate me. maybe it's my fault, but we seriously can't get along to save our own lives. its so ridiculous, and i have no idea how to stop it. whatever.. sometimes i really just feel like gritting my teeth and killing the bastard. which of course im not going to do, but the thought definitely comes up every once in a while. i think it's because he's so close to me, and yet really so far away. im halfway done with highschool, and he's just now leaving middle school, but he's only a year younger. its sort of like...he feels like he's my equal but he is still severely immature. and im not saying im the most mature person either, its just that some of the things he says cross the line.
anyways.
im starting a chocolate latte clan, anyone want to join me? it's gonna be hella-tight.
i would also like to say that mudvayne owns my socks right now. hell yes, ozzfest. (sorry josh)
speaking of the joshster...
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
John Donne
AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
-Whose soul is sense-cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
oh tsantinis, look what you've done.
anyways.
im starting a chocolate latte clan, anyone want to join me? it's gonna be hella-tight.
i would also like to say that mudvayne owns my socks right now. hell yes, ozzfest. (sorry josh)
speaking of the joshster...
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
John Donne
AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
-Whose soul is sense-cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
oh tsantinis, look what you've done.