Tuesday, April 14, 2009

sock it to me, keats

we read this my senior year in AP Lit. I forgot how much I loved it.

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.


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Monday, April 6, 2009

life plan

As I watch my gpa fall, I've got a new life plan. It goes something like this:

1) Write really stellar novel that goes straight to the top of the NY best sellers, and makes a lot of money

2) get married?

3) have children (i'm still thinking 3-5)

4) move to the outer banks...and settle. for life.



Once upon a time (like the beginning of this semester), I really wanted to go to Yale for grad school. More and more, I just want to write and be a mom.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

poem of the day

I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart
I am never without it, anywhere I go you go, my dear
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling
I fear no fate,for you are my fate, my sweet
I want no world, for beautiful you are my world, my true
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart

- ee cummings

Monday, March 23, 2009

yadda yadda yadda

despite the fact that the next two weeks are going to be crazy, I'm so grateful for where I am. God knew I needed Carolina. God is good.

the weather is GORGEOUS. i just want to sit on the quad and read.


3 exams this week. yikes.


will eventually write a substantial post at some point.

peace.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

sing me a song, you're the piano man

So, Friday began my Spring Break. It was badly BADLY needed. By the end of last week I was mucho exhausted and overall just needed about 18 hours of sleep. I cleaned the room quite a bit, and then headed to Smithfield around 3ish. That night we had family dinner night, only to be followed by family movie night. We watched the Dark Knight, which I hadn't seen, but was impressed with. Yay Heath Ledger.

Saturday afternoon mom and I left for Charlotte for the Face 2 Face tour of Elton John and Billy Joel. It was at the Bobcats arena, and the majority of the other concert goers were scantily clad 50 year old women. Despite the fact that they are both getting up in age and can't hit all of the higher notes, they were still wonderful. It was the best concert I've ever been to. I drove home that night so with day lights savings time springing forward, we didn't get up home 3ish. Needless to say, Sunday was a major sleep in day followed by the Duke-UNC bball game. Dad and I had to agree not to say anything, and ultimately, UNC was victorious. After the game Emily S and I went to dinner. I have missed her!

Monday, I went to school to help mom grade papers and then drove up to Raleigh for dinner/hangout time with Robby and Jamie. It was good seeing those two. Afterwards I went and watched basketball/hungout with Rob, Elton, and Brett. Then I skedattled back to Smithfield.

Tuesday morning, I had all four of my wisdom teeth taken out. I took a pill before I went to his office that was suppose to chill me out. It didn't just chill me out, it, in combination with the anesthesia they gave me at the office, blocked all memory of that morning. Literally, I woke up, in my bed and thought i had overslept my appointment...only to discover there was a towel laying over my pillow covered in blood and that I had already had my wisdom teeth cut out. I was really sore when I woke up, so I took some painkillers, and then went back to sleep. I didn't eat much yesterday at all. Today was my dad's birthday, so I was able to eat a little of his birthday dinner...but I've been sticking to soft foods; potatoes, apple sauce, pudding, bananas etc. Today I'm considerably more swollen then yesterday.

The rest of the week will be resting and and studying. Edward might come home this weekend, so that will be a good time. As much as I love this break, I do miss school a lot.

and that is all for now....

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

eve

There are people you wish you knew. People you hear about that make you want them to come and be in your circle of friends. Since I have been at Carolina, I have come to wish that I had known, or even just come in contact with Eve Carson A year ago, around 11:48, Eve Carson, UNC's Student Body President was working in her house. She didn't know that in 2 1/2 hours, she would be kidnapped, robbed, and murdered. Her 22 years of life have had an impact on the entire Carolina community and Tomorrow, March 5th, the one year anniversary of her death is going to be a somber day here on campus. Pray for this community. Pray for the friends and loved ones she left behind.

In her inaugural address, she said the following. Her life, her voice personifies what Carolina has come to mean to me:

“I love UNC. I love the quad in the spring and the arboretum in the fall. I love the Pit on a sunny day and Graham Memorial Lounge on a rainy one. I love Roy all the time. But what makes UNC truly special is not our beautiful campus, our distinguished reputation or even our basketball team. It’s us—the student body—who make UNC what it is.” -Eve Marie Carson

Friday, February 27, 2009

I love Andrew Sullivan.

read it.

http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/02/the-un-rove.html