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Livejournal. Is somehow still here?......*tumbleweed*
Bi-annually (either twice a year or every other year(which is it?)) I remember/stumble across this sad testament to 2003-2007. It brings back memories I had long forgotten I'd forgot. I'm feeling nostalgic and 'thoughtful'. I think it's the combination of the white chocolate mocha (after 8, i'm a rebel you know) and the kombucha after the bike ride ( Read more... ) -
Quick Post
"A book? Wake up and smell the internet, Grandma!" -Modern Family ( Read more... ) -
School Quotes
Haven't updated in awhile. I've been enjoying summer. lots of graduations. Hanging out in Wenatchee right now, while my sister prepares for her teaching job in the fall. Heres some quotes i jotted down this last school year. just for kicks ( Read more... ) -
I can ride my bike with no handlebars....
The last two weeks have been crazy. midterms went well, week 5 was hectic. With my history project and choir performance on top of my other school work I didn't get very much sleep. I think I've only just recovered from the lack of sleep (and its week 7). My Museum display project was on Jimi Hendrix, I was frantically pasting pictures on my board ( Read more... ) -
blargh.
So. i'm pretty sure no one reads this, which is fine. But i think i might try to update more regularly. its nice to be able to look back and see what i've done. it's also been nice to have my declamations from Poetry term. I lost all my freshmen year files when my laptop crashed (one of the times). Its been almost a year since my last post. Only 4 ( Read more... ) -
Final Poem.
A free verse poem. Mr.Rench, one of NSA facility, graded our poems. He's studying poetry at Oxford. In England.
Door Hinge
You sit
Well-oiled quietly observing.
Swinging the door,
With your two brass brothers below.
How awkward and difficult it would be to open a door without you;
Grunting and heaving at solid oak doors,
Back ( Read more... ) -
Another Poem.
Woodmont Beach
The angry sun sets violently,
Its rays across the water shoot,
Its spears, shiny and sharp, surely
Will stab the beach’s rocky throat.
Concealed with evening’s lack of light
Devoid of sand, but gray with stone
The shore prepares to fight with graphite
The solid beach can hold its own
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English Sonnet
We had to write English sonnets. In Iambic Pentameter. and in abab cdcd efef gg. yeah. only ten syllabus per line and some words needed to rhyme. I wrote it the night before it was due. :)
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Creative Sketches
For declamations this term we're had to write some creative sketches. I don't recall having to write like this before, its quite fun. and my second one isn't as lame as my first one! I'm improving! (I'll post my second sketch later...)
( Getting Lost in the Zoo Sketch )