I visited Cameroonie recently in Durham. I heart her. We had her ear pierced and dyed her hair red and watched the emperors new groove. The only (literal) damper was the serious amounts of rain that threatened to destroy my hair that Cameron curled for me.
Also, her hair dyed a couple shades of red because she had blonde hair, dyed dark brown hair, and some of her natural roots. Luckily, she and I still agreed it looked good.
No pictures this time, unfortunately.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
New Job!
Woohoo! New retail job at R! I be making money soon!!! Also, I am not allowed to divulge where I work, apparently.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
And here is my poem from 12th grade
But oh!, she looked my way as our eyes met,
And her attempted smile did speak to me
And lo', a saddened face hardly a threat
Filled with a world of dreams never to be.
Alas, my dearest sister forgotten once,
Verte moss and twigs did occupy her hair
So much was said among the silence
Such small webbed limbs; a child unaware.
Yet all the while did her familiar face
Suggest I understood this forest elf
Her eyes echoed of a distinctive place
Capture! I raised my lens, she saw herself.
Startled, she stared at me her eyes ablaze
And then alone was I among the haze.
And her attempted smile did speak to me
And lo', a saddened face hardly a threat
Filled with a world of dreams never to be.
Alas, my dearest sister forgotten once,
Verte moss and twigs did occupy her hair
So much was said among the silence
Such small webbed limbs; a child unaware.
Yet all the while did her familiar face
Suggest I understood this forest elf
Her eyes echoed of a distinctive place
Capture! I raised my lens, she saw herself.
Startled, she stared at me her eyes ablaze
And then alone was I among the haze.
I love this poem: written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.
So Long Organic Chemistry...(For now)
Well I am officially withdrawn from Organic Chemistry at UNCC. The course was stressing me out way too much. Hopefully I can take it at CPCC during the summer.
Spring Break
Spent the first half with my family and the second half with Nick. Would have been pretty great except I believe I had a lot of hw. I hate when I finally have time to make a post on my blog and I don't remember any details...whoops
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