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20 March 2012 @ 03:39 am
I just feel like I could explode. I've still made no progress at all and just can't make myself care. I thought I had this under control. This is such a foreign feeling. Why is this so hard? I've pounded out A papers in less time than I have now. And yet, now, even with my second burst of energy, I cannot convince myself to do ANYTHING.

What do I do?

Sorry for the post-spamming tonight.
Mood-o-meter: aggravatedaggravated
20 March 2012 @ 03:02 am
Do you remember my handwriting? Yours is on coolers at church still from when you marked them for a mission trip. One day, the labels will have faded so much that someone else will write over them. I don't know whether I'm longing for or dreading that day. Or maybe they will simply break, and they'll be thrown out with that last bit of you on them.

I wonder if I will still recognize your handwriting in ten years. Without context, that is. Actually, I don't know if I could do it now without context. On coolers and in notes in a shoebox beneath my bed, it will always be recognizable. I have to wonder, though.

Is my handwriting even similar enough to how it was in middle school for you to be able to recognize it? Is yours?

Did you ever read that letter?
Mood-o-meter: pensivepensive
The voices are singing: heater...?
20 March 2012 @ 01:34 am
Helloooooooooooo LJ!

I am back to whine again.

Break wasn't long enough. Saw Newton and KP and Mairi and EZ. Lovely. Had lots of good memories rekindled and not many bad ones. This is a win. Saw some theatre/ensemble folks I hadn't seen in ages at Aaron's recital and at the student play festival, and that was nice. Heard that JT died Saturday morning. That was sad D:

The first Sunday back, one of the kids in Sunday School offered as a prayer request: "Dear God, Thank You that Sarah came home safe from college." I nearly cried on the spot. Sometimes, kids give me hope for humanity.

Z and I had a good time. Made raspberry-nutella bread pudding (NOM) and stopped at Grandpa's Cheesebarn on the way to her house. More win. Her family rocks. My family's nuts. I bought a pretty new skirt that makes me feel like an earth fairy. Not sure what that means.

Train ride back to Boston was uneventful. Mostly in the sense that I slept for nearly all of it and accomplished nearly nothing productive. Did read most of the remainder of Catilina's Riddle. Now I still have my paper to finish write, and NO MOTIVATION why do I still feel like such crap.

I'm tired.

I'm going to drop Greek. It will be a good thing. God, I'm tired: help me, please.

Rediscovered lang-8 as a way to waste time. Yay.

Going to beat myself up about this paper some more. I hate things.

Mood-o-meter: distresseddistressed,apathetic,frustrate
The voices are singing: my mind whirring
20 March 2012 @ 01:16 am
What are your favorite LJ communities?
Definitely linguaphiles and poemsdaily! Super wish I could "reblog" poems from the latter like you can on tumblr. Instead I copy-paste ^_^

In fandom-world, accio_rs_fics and sherlockmas are pretty fun :)
20 March 2012 @ 01:10 am
What is the last great book you read?
The Girl Who Played Go, recommended and loaned to me byhambushcat. I should probably return it to him this summer.
Mood-o-meter: tiredtired
The voices are singing: silence
19 March 2012 @ 04:42 pm
Aujourd’hui, je suis revenue à mon université. La semaine dernière étaient les vacances du printemps. Maintenant, je dois rendre une dissertation sur la conspiration de Catiline (Catilina en latin) contre la république romain pour mon cours de latin. Cet semestre, nous lisons les discours par Cicero contre Catline et l’histoire par Sallust (Sallustius en latin) à propos de conspiration. Je dois écrire sur le premier discours par Cicero. </br></br> Je n’ai pas d'inspiration ou motivation pour écrire la dissertation. Je soupire. Bientôt il sera l’heure pour le dîner. J’ai faim. J’espère que je pourrai écrire sur lang-8 plus souvent que j’ai écrit récemment.
11 March 2012 @ 12:36 am
Wow. This has been quite a trip! I maintain that you always meet interesting people while you travel, but being on a train just seems to facilitate that really well, since you’re in a confined space, but for quite a long period of time, so you have time to talk to the people you meet.

We stopped for dinner, which was nice. Z and I talked about OJCL for a while and then started to play ERS, but then we were called for reboarding, so we paused our game. We played some pretty funny “quiet” ERS at our seats, trying not to disturb other people or hit the tray table too hard. Then, when the cafe car was opened, we went back there to sit at a table. we played a bunch of different games, including this game she calls “Top It”, which is like 24 (the math game, not the TV show), but with regular cards. Strangely addictive. And nerdy. So lovely! At some point the large group of guys (and one girl, we discovered), came in, too.

When we ran out of card games to play, Z asked me to teach her some more ASL. That was fun, but it lasted all of two minutes, before one the guys who signs noticed us and jumped into our booth to introduce himself and talk to me about sign language. I think we met/talked to at least 5 of them over the last 3 or 4 hours. They all seem like fantastic guys (we didn’t talk to the girl much). They’re from a small Christian college in West Virginia (getting off the train in Ohio, though, and driving down), and they are on their way back from a spring break trip to do mission work in Massachusetts! Go figure! God, it would have been something if we’d had more of ST here, actually on our way from Massachusetts to do work in Ohio.</div>
We talked all kinds of church and God with them, we played more ERS (much better with a group), talked about our majors, saw what we think was part of a movie being filmed, explained Quidditch (♥), and probably some other things I’ve forgotten. It was pretty amazing.

What was most intriguing, really, was how on-fire they all were for Christ. People use that phrase all the time, but I really saw it in these guys, and it was kind of incredible. I’ve been struggling with my faith for a long time, and it was just a blessing to meet these guys and hear their stories. I don’t know if I’ll ever be a real out-there, talk-to-you kind of Christian; I’d like to be, I think, but I’m not prepared in any way to do that. But these guys have it, and they love what they do, and the love Christ a lot, and it meant a lot to me to see that such people exist.

Last night, K told me that Lucy wrote this song: “Every girl is a princess because her daddy is the King. His name is Jesus and He’s very handsome so we read the Bible for Him.” I feel like I should feel like between these two things, this is God speaking to me. I’m not sure I do. But I do believe in prayer. So, God, help me figure this out, please?

I’d love to tell these guys what an impact they made on me tonight, but of course, I’m awkward about it. I’ll figure it out somehow.

I’m going to...read or listen to my iPod now, or something.


P.S. You should all check out the computer program f.lux. It’s AMAZING. It adjusts the way your screen is lit at night in a way that’s better for your eyes. As my friend Ed said, “How have I not been searing my retinas out for the last ten years??” (Or something like that)
Mapquest says: past rochester
Mood-o-meter: contentcontent
The voices are singing: sleepy
10 March 2012 @ 04:02 pm
Traveling home for spring break with Z. We’re on the train and we’ve been napping on and off. I woke up about an hour ago and did some work for my research job. Now I’m trying to write. Or something. I dunno.

I want to get back into HP fic. I’ve been reading so much (really lovely and addictive) Sherlock fic, but I want to write, too, and I don’t feel ready to write for Sherlock yet. Hmmm. I also have this original fiction (?) piece that I started writing on the way home at winter break and then got stuck on. It’s about trains, so I thought I’d work on it now, but it’s also about winter, and I find it hard to write about seasons that we’re not in. Which is why my Christmas Wolfstar fic is never going to happen. Maybe. So then I decided to work on some other Wolfstar fic, but I feel like I’ve been away from the fandom too long and have lost some characterization =/ Meh. I’ll try anyway. Maybe I’ll read some of the fic I have saved.

There is a sizeable group of guys on this train who all seem to know each other. There might be a girl or two as well, but I can’t see all of them. It’s unclear whether they all knew each other before, or whether some of them met on the train a week ago and are now on the train together again by chance. But it’s funny because one of them, sitting behind me, obviously signs, and the guy sitting just ahead of us and across the aisle was trying to sign back, but knows very little so he was talking and signing together. I wonder whether he noticed me watching and grinning. I had a hard time not pointing out that asking for a water bottle by signing DRINK with a Y was not quite ideal =P (Using a Y handshape usually denotes(?) alcohol.)

So hmmm. Maybe fic-reading and/or writing now. Also I’m hungry. We’re about 50 minutes away from Albany, where we’ll stop for food. I’ve got some fruit with me, though, and some carrots and peanut butter. Maybe I’ll work on those.

Mapquest says: outside Albany
Mood-o-meter: artistic
The voices are singing: train sounds
07 March 2012 @ 01:53 am

Details may or may not come later, but I talked to my Latin prof tonight and she was so much more helpful than I imagined anyone would be. Unfortunately, despite plenty of past opportunities for application, my knowledge that crying is a very dehydrating process never occurs to me til way later when my eyes hurt like sandpaper. Now at this point at least they've sort of started watering properly.

And at dinner I saw a guy in a Within Temptation shirt on, which was fun. And they just came on my iPod :)

Good night.

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Mapquest says: bed
Mood-o-meter: exhausted

It's 1:35. I'm nowhere near halfway done with this paper. I don't know what the heck's wrong with me this semester but I don't like it! All I do is sabotage myself by never doing my work on time or well, and no matter how furious I get with myself for doing that, I continue to do it. Ugh. >.<

I just hate literary criticism. Man, if I'd wanted that, I'd've been an English major! *sigh* this summer is going to involve some serious reconsiderations about my future life. I just don't know if I can keep up with classics for the rest if college. Honestly, neither Latin nor Greek is bringing me any kind of joy at the moment. I feel like such a failure.

I'm going to try to stay somewhat hopeful about this paper still. I mean, I have a decent track record with this sort of thing. It still sucks, though. All I want to do is cuddle up with my kitten and blankets and pillows and go to sleep. Ugh.

And now, after a 13-minute rant, I bid you good-bye for now. If I don't come back, you can assume I died from embarrassment when I handed in my paper.


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Mapquest says: NOT DREAMLAND!!! >.<
03 March 2012 @ 01:21 am

Oy. Well, I went to the shabbat, which was nice. If they had ceremonious prayers, I missed them :( I also had to leave before the proper "interfaith" discussion because it was starting really late and =/ yeah. But I did actually get some work-work done tonight, which I'd let go for even longer than I'd realized >.< But I'm glad I got some done. I need to get back in that habit. Now if I could just figure out how not to set myself up for destruction in Greek class... *sigh*

This weekend... One of my friends got married recently (!!!) and wants to go out for dinner to celebrate tomorrow, which would be great except people want to get birthday dinners on Sunday and the MA SCL certamen is tomorrow, and I have a Latin paper due on Tuesday, which I've only sort of started, so I'm quite conflicted. >.< ugh.

Ok. Time to read Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy til I fall asleep (soon, I hope).


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Mapquest says: bed
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory -
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed -
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on ...

(found in poemsdaily, submitted by soixantequatre)

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Mood-o-meter: pensivepensive
The voices are singing: pages turning
02 March 2012 @ 03:17 pm
Ok, I never talk about fanfic on here, and actually, before now, I'd never read Peter Pan fanfic at all. (Yay lots of commas.)

BUT. I was reading some Sherlock fics, and I found a fantastic author, and on a whim I decided to read her Peter Pan story, Never Grow Up. I...cannot recommend this highly enough. It touched my heart, it broke my heart, it... D:

Summary: "She shivers when she realizes that she asked him to come with her. For a grown up Peter Pan could not exist."

I was already having one of those days where the prospect of becoming a responsible adult was almost too much to deal with (yes, I'm childish in that way), and this story just really got to me. It's like how I still only have less than a .500 batting average when it comes to not crying during Taylor Swift's song by that same title, actually.

Wahhh. Off to cry in the shower while I get ready for the interfaith Shabbat tonight. Haven't decided whether I want to go to the prayer services ahead of time. I'm thinking not. Hopefully there will be the nice prayers over the food. I mean, obviously, right? *is clueless*

I wish Christianity/my family had more rituals like those. =/
Mapquest says: library
Mood-o-meter: melancholymelancholy
The voices are singing: "Never Grow Up" in my head
01 March 2012 @ 02:31 am

I'm exhausted. I haven't done enough work. I'm going to bed anyway. Dominique and I had a lovely but long heart-to-heart-ish thing and I enjoyed it.

Newton, if you're reading this, I'm glad we talked tonight. We should do so more often. We can mutually complain. House, if you're reading this, I'm sorry we didn't get to talk more. I hope you both are sleeping well.

Going to sleep now; trying to get up and work in the morning. Merhhhh. Also it's fun because I can sort of touch-type on my iPod without looking and I usually get it right or close enough for autocorrect. It's great. Maybe a full-keyboard phone wouldn't be so hard to get used to. Meh. Whatever. Bed.

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Mapquest says: BED
Mood-o-meter: tired
29 February 2012 @ 01:34 am
I had a long thing planned to answer the writer's block question "Is lying by omission really lying?" but then the internet failed on me and it got lost. So instead, prepare for some cryptic angst.

I feel like I'm overflowing with emotions, but I don't know a way to express any of them. Also I've lost the formatting bar on this so there is no LJ-cut for now. Sorry to your friends pages.

OJCL convention was this weekend. It was honest-to-God magical. And it seems like I say that about so many things, but it's different. I sat on stage for two assemblies. At the first, my alma mater delegation won spirit. Mi care asked me later whether they really deserved it, or whether the spirit judge being from there too helped. They did deserve it. And at the third, it was all I could do not to cry every time I looked at them. I'm barely holding it together now.

They're so talented and so smart. And they're caring, and they all ask me how I am, but that's like the least important part. I'm having this weird, proud-parent/proud-teacher feeling, and to be honest, it sort of scares me. I barely know most of these kids. Most of them aren't even enough younger than me that I can call them that. But you would be hard-pressed to find something I wouldn't do for any one of them.

And God help me the day I have to say good-bye to Magistra. She has changed my life in ways I could never tell you, in ways I won't know until I'm her age, probably. And I know she's ready to retire, and she more than deserves some rest and relaxation. But the idea of the middle school without her in it, and the idea of returning to convention without her is heartbreaking and unreal to me.

*gets tissues*

Reading angsty fanfic/books doesn't really help my emotional stability either. But I do it nonetheless. There's a reason I will not watch Titanic, though.

And I have this weirdly proud feeling about two of my friends and how they interact. But I can't explain it. I tried, tonight, to tell one of them, but it made no sense. When I try to put words to it, it sounds like I didn't expect them to act nicely or maturely or whatever, but that's not it at all. My goodness, if I were in need of evidence for mentalese, I would have it here. I'm proud and happy, and yet my heart aches for them. (If you read this... well, I still don't have a way to explain it. Forgive me.)

And two others of my friends have had this semester blow up in their faces. And again, I'm proud of them. But one in a happy way and one in an <adj> way. Where are my words tonight? It's like... I've literally never seen you sad. Only slightly uncomfortable. And even then, barely; you're always so well put-together. And sometimes I envy that. But tonight I feel like I saw you as close to sad as I ever have, if not closer. And it just broke me a little, to see that it's there, and that you can't show it. And it makes me wonder if you're always like that on the inside, but able to keep it together. (And geez, if you read this... idk, do what you will. I haven't figured out how to say this to you yet. And if I've misjudged you... ionno. Again, do what you will.) At least we do ok sitting silently online together.

ninenewmuses drew a picture for me without even really knowing why,

because EZ and Virgil remembered my silly comment and told her to. Sharon was worried when I missed class last week, and we had a great time catching up tonight.

When I checked in with Christina who I haven't talked to in ages (a week) since I gave up tumblr for Lent, she's doing great, which makes me happy, and then I saw that Chuckles had been looking for me, and we talked for ten seconds, with promises for more later. I checked in with Bug, too, and she wasn't ok when I asked, but when she got back and had time to answer, then she was.

I guess it's just... it's another one of those times where I love so many people so much, and I can't figure out how to tell them. Seeing House and EZ and the Fantastic Four and the seniors this year (oh my gosh, the seniors this year!) at convention... I love you all so bad-word much, and there was just no way to say it. And the 8th graders. And everyone else, and the beautiful perfect SCL, and oh I just don't know.

I'm going to stop rambling here. Somehow I'm not crying right now. But I'm full to overflowing, and yet somehow sad. Why? I don't understand it.

Mapquest says: bed
Mood-o-meter: uncomfortableoverwhelmed
The voices are singing: hum of fridge
22 February 2012 @ 11:12 pm

1) Carry book into bathroom.
2) Set it down.
3) Forget.
4) Take hot shower.
5) Fill bathroom with steam.
6) Get out of shower.
7) Remember book.
8) Say bad words.
9) Remove book from bathroom.
10) Enjoy your newly warped pages.

Bonus: Leaving for convention in less than 16 hours. Yikes.


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12 February 2012 @ 05:25 pm

What song is stuck in your head?

Song stuck in my head... Definitely "Hear You Me" by Jimmy Eat World. Darn Sherlock and "The Reichenbach Fall" and this song's relevance =P

Other recent contestants(?) have been "City Hall" by Vienna Teng, "Feliz Navidad" (no, it's not February, what are you talking about?), and the Fairly Odd Parents' theme song =_="

Annnnnnnd...now I really need to be productive. Rwar. No wanna. Wanna read Sherlock fanfic. Or Sherlock Holmes books. Or other books. But not the Odyssey. :(

Sigh. -fin-

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Mapquest says: with mi care
Mood-o-meter: grumpy
09 February 2012 @ 12:00 am
How much time do you spend online?
Mapquest says: bed
Mood-o-meter: guiltyguilty
The voices are singing: not productive sounds
08 February 2012 @ 11:58 pm
What is your Chinese zodiac animal?
I'm year of the monkey! It always amused me that the monkey character from Fruits Basket apologized so much, because that's what I do all the time.

Me: Sorry I'm annoying.
Friend: You're not annoying. It's annoying when you apologize so much.
Me: Sorry... *facepalm*
Mood-o-meter: amusedamused
08 February 2012 @ 11:55 pm
What is (or was) your college major? Do you use it for your career?
I am studying Latin and Classics Education, as well as (when the paperwork gets filed) Ancient Greek and Latin, and (hopefully) Linguistics.

I do intend to use it for my career, as I intend to be a Latin teacher ^_^ Although, a researching linguist would be an excellent alternative.
Mapquest says: my room
Mood-o-meter: stressedstressed
The voices are singing: roommate's music
05 February 2012 @ 08:08 pm
Which team are you rooting for?
The Pats just because I am in Boston so why not. But I'm only sort of watching because tumblr and Sherlock and Jujube.
Mapquest says: Dining hall
Mood-o-meter: giddygiddy
The voices are singing: chatter, football, amazing Sherlock soundtrack
Today has been pretty sucky overall. Sick, tired, headache, lots of work, none accomplished (well, I read the second half of the first part of Catilina's Riddle), lots of guilt, etc.

But I got on Omegle earlier b/c I was bored, and then again now because I couldn't fall asleep. And this happened. And it was so nice. She offered to make me chicken soup since I'm sick, and we talked about books. Yay!

Now bed, I think. I hope. Tomorrow's not looking good either >_<


P.S. why wasn't "people" a tag before?
Mapquest says: beddddd
Mood-o-meter: guiltyguilty
The voices are singing: roommate on the phone. heater.
25 January 2012 @ 12:47 am
I had a mental breakdown, Bug and Kitten and House were fantastic and wonderful, and so was Tim.

Then at 12:30 I finally decided to start Greek homework. Because that's a good plan. And then this:

screencap from my tumblr dashboard "That awkward moment when you want perseus.tufts.edu but you type perseus.tumblr and realize it won't work. [smaller text] Someone take the internet away from me; i am unable to use it in a safe and healthy manner." and "amantes-amentes reblogged this from you"

But... Leah reblogged it from me. Which is exciting because I like her a lot and it's one of those things. [Although I really meant "safe and responsible" because that's the canonical phrase, but healthy is also true.]

Shutting up and actually working now oh my fricking goodness ahhhhhhhh.


Why was procrastination not an LJ tag for me yet??
Mood-o-meter: frustratedfrustrated
The voices are singing: the clock ticking me telling me i'm going to collapse in failure soon
24 January 2012 @ 10:00 pm
Today was pretty awesome too! It turns out that the quiet ling kid from my Greek class is in my Sematics class! We sat together today. He told me he always feels guilty for not talking to me since I seem so nice (omg story of my life), and when we confirmed that we live in the same house, he said I should come up to his common room and we should do our Greek hw together. Score! It also turns out that neither one of us is ever very motivated, so that would be good =P

Latin is going to be a lot more work than I was anticipating. Yikes. I'm definitely going to have to get off my butt and get into gear. I need to, like, make a whole schedule about when and how I'm going to do everything. This weekend is going to be nuts. I'm planning to go to the Museum of Science for the Pompeii exhibit, but I also have a project due for Latin next week and lots of reading. Oh my. And I have an ASL project and a Semantics assignment due on Thursday. Ahhh.

I ran into Rebecca again today (twice actually) and she waved me down and said hi and we chatted, so that was really nice. And we confirmed lunch on Friday. ^_^ My roommate and I also had dinner, and that was nice. Sufficiently awkward, but nice.

Now I'm watching the State of the Union and freaking out about Greek... may go track down my buddy who lives upstairs after this speech...


Gahhhhhh why isn't "overwhelmed" a proper mood option? But there's relaxed, refreshed, and rejuvenated?? grwarrrr, LJ.
Mapquest says: my room
Mood-o-meter: drainedoverwhelmed
The voices are singing: State of the Union
24 January 2012 @ 05:32 pm
How much time do you spend online?
TOO MUCH. Going to give up tumblr for Lent. It's way too addictive. Plus I'm compulsive and I hate when I don't see every new thing that people have posted so I waste SO MUCH TIME. It's lightweight disgusting.

I wish I could block just certain types of posts... There's the tumblr savior thing, which will block certain tags, but not everyone tags their stuff. And a lot of the people I follow post two or three types of things, and I usually really like one or two of the types, and I'd just love not to see the other things. I'm not going to unfollow them because of it, and I'm not going to tell them "don't post pictures of clothes" or whatever it is, since it's their blog, but I wish I could find a way from having those on my dash.

Meh. I shall look into Missing e. And spend more time on LJ ^_^
Mood-o-meter: irritatedirritated
24 January 2012 @ 05:26 pm
What is your Chinese zodiac animal?
Monkey! Which always amuses me because the monkey from Fruits Basket apologized incessantly the way I do sometimes. It was fitting.
Mood-o-meter: amusedamused
24 January 2012 @ 01:17 am
Again, I return to LJ with many Writer's Block post.

The main purpose of my return to LJ was to complain about tumblr. How addictive it is and how I want to follow some people without seeing *all* of their posts... I hear Missing e is fantastic. Maybe it has a function like that. Now that I've gotten my internet problems mostly sorted, I could probably install it. Hmm.

But anyway, now I have to tell you all about my fabulous day.

my ramblin'Collapse )


P.S. noooooooo i've gotten rid of my fencing icon! sad. TO THE DEATH! ...or 5 touches ^_^
Mapquest says: BED
Mood-o-meter: contentcontent
The voices are singing: "Oh what a beautiful morning... oh what a beautiful day..." in my head
21 January 2012 @ 05:07 pm
Post a photo of your pet in costume.

This is my dog and the Blue Wig of Shame.

Oh, driving to high school with my sister and her friend =P
Mapquest says: still my dorm room
Mood-o-meter: amusedamused
The voices are singing: still the heater
21 January 2012 @ 05:01 pm
Write a poem or share one that you like.
Wow. I have so many things I want to put on here. Also, go check out poemsdaily, because they rock.

Catullus 5, to Lesbia

Vivamus mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum seueriorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis!
soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda.
da mi basia mille, deinde centum,
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.
dein, cum milia multa fecerimus,
conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
aut ne quis malus inuidere possit,
cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.

Listen to the Mustn'ts by Shel Silverstein

Listen to Mustn'ts, child, listen to the Don'ts.
Listen to the Shouldn'ts, the Impossibles, the Won'ts.
Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me.
Anything can happen, child, Anything can be.

Emily Dickinson, 1472

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie —
True Poems flee —

I'm too young for you to die (I wrote this in middle school, but it's still true.)

I'm too young for you to die
Too few years have yet slipped by
You cannot leave me here alone
To try to make it on my own

I'm too young for you to die
You have to stay and help me fly
I hope you know how much I care
And cherish memories that we share

I'm too young for you to die
Watching you just makes me cry
The pain I go through everyday
Please promise me that you will stay

I'm too young for you to die
Better life is drawing nigh
Stay and please experience it
Right here with me is where you fit

I'm too young for you to die
Down in the ground you ought not lie
Remain with me til natural end
Stay and love me: you're my friend

...also I love sonnets. Sorry for the long post!
Mapquest says: my brownstone
Mood-o-meter: contemplativecontemplative
The voices are singing: the heater clicking