rockin around the christmas tree...
oh snapcakes, my thighs burn like a biznatch right now. i hate exercise. but when i look smokin hot in a bikini perhaps i will change my tune a bit.....
on an alternate note, drama really sucks. ive decided that the only common factor herein is me. i must be inadvertantly starting it. i try so hard to avoid it, and yet it always seems to be there like a lurking... lurky thing. i wish i could just bake a cake full of rainbows and smiles and we could all eat it and be happy *cries*
*random person* wait, is this even your livejournal?
no, i just have a lot of feelings.
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and now that ive had a slightly modified homage moment to mean girls, i would like to share two bitchin poems that we read in b-dog' class today
Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Death the Leveller
by James Shirley
THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and crown 5 Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; 10 But their strong nerves at last must yield- They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath
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When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow: Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. 20 Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust. the end