Tired and slightly fuzzy
Oh holy Goddy God, I'm knackered and not in a good way.
42 hours this week, people - 42!! Also, three full days at University. How am I still standing? Answers on a postcard, please.
Also, the average age for students seems to be approximately 14. I feel like a slightly funky fossil, possibly one that's rainbow coloured but still, unfortunately, a fossil. When did I become a "lady"? When did I stop being a "girl"? I wanna be a girl again! *pouts and kicks chair*
Strangely enough, though, I'm very happy at the moment. I'm glad as a small glad thing to be doing something interesting with my brain again, and feeling like life is generally peachy. Only without the big stone that shatters your teeth :)
I have found a poem I adore in my Bumper Book of Bloody Poetry (as I like to call it) that I had to buy for my English course. I don't know exactly why I like it, I just do. No talk of alliteration, rhyming scheme or imagery here, just a heartfelt "I think it's bloody brilliant so there." Here it is:
Christina Rossetti - "Promises Like Pie-Crust"
Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you;
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go;
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you know?
You, so warm, may once have been
Warmer towards another one;
I, so cold, may once have seen
Sunlight, once have felt the sun:
Who shall show us if it was
Thus indeed in time of old?
Fades the image from the glass
And the fortune is not told.
If you promised, you might grieve
For lost liberty again;
If I promised, I believe
I should fret to break the chain.
Let us be the friends we were,
Nothing more but nothing less:
Many thrive on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess.
I was also asked to pick a favourite poem for my tutorial, and all that ran through my head was a dirty limerick. Hayley = classy!
42 hours this week, people - 42!! Also, three full days at University. How am I still standing? Answers on a postcard, please.
Also, the average age for students seems to be approximately 14. I feel like a slightly funky fossil, possibly one that's rainbow coloured but still, unfortunately, a fossil. When did I become a "lady"? When did I stop being a "girl"? I wanna be a girl again! *pouts and kicks chair*
Strangely enough, though, I'm very happy at the moment. I'm glad as a small glad thing to be doing something interesting with my brain again, and feeling like life is generally peachy. Only without the big stone that shatters your teeth :)
I have found a poem I adore in my Bumper Book of Bloody Poetry (as I like to call it) that I had to buy for my English course. I don't know exactly why I like it, I just do. No talk of alliteration, rhyming scheme or imagery here, just a heartfelt "I think it's bloody brilliant so there." Here it is:
Christina Rossetti - "Promises Like Pie-Crust"
Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you;
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go;
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you know?
You, so warm, may once have been
Warmer towards another one;
I, so cold, may once have seen
Sunlight, once have felt the sun:
Who shall show us if it was
Thus indeed in time of old?
Fades the image from the glass
And the fortune is not told.
If you promised, you might grieve
For lost liberty again;
If I promised, I believe
I should fret to break the chain.
Let us be the friends we were,
Nothing more but nothing less:
Many thrive on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess.
I was also asked to pick a favourite poem for my tutorial, and all that ran through my head was a dirty limerick. Hayley = classy!