My Heros

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

-Edgar Allen Poe




For this next one, if you can't understand spanish, all I can say is I'm sorry and tough luck.

Vida

Después de todo, todo ha sido nada
A pesar de que un dìa lo fue todo.
Después de nada, o después de todo
Supe que todo no era màs que nada.

Grito, "Todo!", y el eco dice "Nada!"
Grito "Nada!", y el eco dice "Todo!"
Ahora se que la nada lo era todo
Y todo era ceniza de la nada.

No queda nada de lo que fue nada.
(Era ilusiòn lo que creìa todo
y que, en definitiva, era la nada.)

Qué màs da que la nada fuera nada
Si màs nada serà, después de todo,
Después de tanto todo para nada

-José Hierro

Just for the record, I think spanish have some amazing poets and to be able to read them in original language rocks.

Happy Birthday Mommy

Si, Tanti Auguri mamma.
Well, I'm sorry that you have to be spending your birthday working away, and that I'm home hogging your computer so you'll only see this in a couple of days.
But know that your a cool mom and don't look 50.

Mournful Moments...

Mina, mourn with me...mourn truly, madly, deeply.
They have fallen, like valient men, but fallen nontheless. At the hands of...well...simply put, yucky men. We hope to see them back victourios soon enough, and I doubt we will be dissapointed. But for now, we mourn.

I am yet living

Hello once more all my faithful followers (ummmm, what? you might be saying, not blaming you). It is April's Fools, and I have been squeezing my brain mercilessly to conjure up something clever, but alas, nothing comes. There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth because of that.
I would love to make you smile with some retelling of my latest foolish adventure, but I don't know if I've got any. I might have some good stories, but I'm trying to keep this PG. (opps)
So with nothing more to say, I give you pictures.

(Now, where were we??...oh, yeah) Italy: Part 2

Now, as you can see, the retardos in these pictures are really getting into, whatever they're getting into (a.k.a LET'S PARTY!). And well, I'll try to expalin it all, but it gets kinda technical.

Ozie and I are looking pretty wasted in one of those pics, I'm sure you'll have no problem guessing which. That was pretty much the end of the evening, and we stoped for breakfast. The little cleaning lady must have been very jelous of our beauty because she kept yelling "No no no pictures" even after I put the camera away. Bop.

The rest is pretty much us at clubs, and yeah, that.

Except the one where Oz and I look totally freaked out, and that's cus we were experiencing Dove's driving abilities.

I have a small confession to make...

...my "new hairstlye" is a wig.
I'm sorry for crying wolf wolf, but next time you see a picture of me with short hair, it'll be real.
Again, I'm sorry.
I hadn't realized some people felt so strongly about my hair.

Hair....for my hairbrush.

Yeah, I did it. Enjoy! And tell me what you think while you're at it.