Yay! Snow!!!
Yay! Snow!!!
Hey, I guess it isn't that bad.
I've got time.
I've got all next year and the year after.
It's only a temporary arrangement.
BUT IF I DON'T GET AN EMAIL BACK THEN MY WORLD AS I KNOW IT WILL TUMBLE TOWARDS THE EARTH IN HURLING TORRENTS OF PAIN AND TERROR!!
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
What did that mean?
I'm utterly confused
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes.
Gaston Leroux - The Phantom of the Opera
Eleven days, no email, no text message...
SO NOT FAIR!!
I just noticed, I must be a little too much of a brain box.
I sent an email a while ago, I quoted three different books just to say hello.
I should just relax.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Right now, Janine's signature is from The Little Prince. It says, "It's such a secret place, the land of tears." When I first read the book that line always stuck out. There are lots of good one-liners from The Little Prince. But anyway, that particular line got me thinking about the "land of tears" and sadness in general. When you're sad, (and I mean really sad, not the attention grabbing "I'm so sad please feel sorry for me" kind of sad), do you really want people in on your sadness? I love that book and I love that quote and for the first time today, I had more than just a vague idea of what that means and the significance of the secrecy there. Wow. Thanks for putting that in your signature Janine.
Last edited by Shalot; 12-07-2009 at 02:33 AM.
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
It must be annoying-advertising-spammers season.
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
For you maybe.Originally Posted by DanielBenoit
Nobody ever emails me...
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
I need to finish my work.
MATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The next two weeks are going to be horrible
I'm thinkin' that it ain't long now.
“Oh crap”
-- Hellboy
And me too!
Tell me what it is and I'll play my deciphering magicWhat did that mean?
I'm utterly confused
Good point!
The popular proverb that goes "Laugh, and the world will laugh with you. Weep, and you'll weep alone" often hits my thinking in a similar way.
Back to the thread's theme, I think I shouldn't be thinking what I'm thinking right now, but I think I cannot think about another thing at the moment.
I'm thinking how one phone call, can turn your world upside down.
Just the behaviour of some people, I'm not exactly sure what they wantTell me what it is and I'll play my deciphering magic
At the moment I'm thinking about everything I should be doing (mostly organizing my scout troop's Christmas celebration that's tomorrow night), but they called me to work instead, so here I am, behind the counter in a library again.
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes.
Gaston Leroux - The Phantom of the Opera
Thinking how crappy the day has been.
Not at all fit for a birthday.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Oh, poor dear
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes.
Gaston Leroux - The Phantom of the Opera
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