Determined to be happy
Click to viewI haven't listened to this song (or any Beatles, really :() since my computer crashed and iTunes lost my music (I had the files, but not song names, albums, playcounts, etc.) I listened to about two seconds of it and I was in love all over again. I sense a Beatles phase coming on!
I love this effect. They're called crepuscular rays--meteorological term, that. The sky has been really beautiful lately, and I saw the most beautiful crepusculars (I'm nouning my adjectives again!) this morning. For those who don't know my bedroom, my bed is set up so that I can look out one of my windows if I just turn around. Anyway, I woke up and just knelt on the bed and opened the window and watched the sun rise--I felt so scandalous, because if someone had looked up, they would have certainly seen me in my state of partial undress!
Spray roses! My mother bought me striped spray roses for Valentine's day, and they were just so pretty. The Lexie of a year ago would absolutely die to read this, but they looked really cool. I'm in love with flowers in general at the moment, but these are just so cute and miniature, with rather nasty thorns.
Saw it in Chicago...<333
Blue Man Group! It was so immersive--at the end of their performance, they had these giant rolls of tissue paper that they unrolled a bit and handed to the back row, and it was all passed down in masses until it all wound up on the front of the stage. It alternated between cool tube lights and strobes and ohmigosh it was just such an amazing experience.
I WANT ONE!
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
♥