6 out of 7 pages done-ish!

So, for my Humanities project (yeah, it's seven pages long. I'm kind of ready to kill Mrs. Gessel) we had to create a piece of art in the same style of the artist that we did. Well, my assigned artist was Shakespeare and I got assigned sonnets. So guess what? I wrote a sonnet of my very own.

I know. You're surprised aren't you?

Anyway, so since I liked it I thought that perhaps it could have a place up here. It's about Shakespeare, because I couldn't think of a better subject. Enjoy!

Of the Bard, much controversy is said


Whether another wrote what bears his name

What he liked, and what went on in his head

If his birth and death are one and the same

But when views are laid aside for a while

And the works alone are carefully seen

Our tone can no longer be so hostile

To make the genius seem quite so obscene

The words, put together, make something rare

A vision of life, a dream beyond sense

An image of grace, beyond the compare

Of the so called experts, so I shall thence

Think well of the man, despite all I’ve heard

And from now on be called, an English nerd.

"We only show affection to dogs and horses."

Today, after watching way too much TV and reading way too much of my classic novel, I would like to share with you my simply philosophy on life. It stands thus: British is Better.

And I know that there are some of you out there rolling your eyes and claiming its only because of the accent, but I'm serious here. British is Better.

Let's take literature for an example. What do we get from England? Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, J.K. Rowling and soo many others. What do we get from America? Stephanie Meyer, and way too many comic books for our own good. British literature has ACTUAL CREATIVE PLOT LINES, while all we can spend our time doing is creating Marvel universes that don't make sense.

Another good example is television. American television is filled with reality TV shows that we can't seem to get rid of, and endless mundane Disney Channel plots. Watch that next to a British mystery, and you are bound to feel the culture difference. British TV makes you think. I can draw endless parallels between my favorite British television show and my religion, for crying out loud!! I think I would struggle to find parallels between my religion, and Miley's latest boyfriend crisis.

How 'bout we try history and culture? America is a hodge-podge of other cultures, with hardly anything we can really call our own. We have a history that goes back 400 years, and not really anything 'American' before that. The British have a history that goes back thousands of years. They can tell you what they were doing while the Romans were in charge, and they can count back their kings to before 1000 AD. They were the bosses for hundreds of years, not just because they had the most money, but because they had the most amount of awesome. (Okay, I sort of made that last one up, but you have to admit it is totally true.)

And, I knew I said I wouldn't talk about this, but lets face it. They talk like heaven. Not just the accents, but the words they use. Telly instead of television, memory sticks instead of thumb drives, the awesomeness is just never ending. Rubbish, missiles, blimey, boot of the car. It just goes on and on and on.

So, yes, I may be American but I firmly believe that British is Better.( And yes, both B's are capitalized. There's just not really a choice here.) Nothing can stop my ambition to be British.

P.S. Look up. To your right. Do you see it? It's a lovely addition to my blog methinks. The little fishies are just so cute. If you are a charitable soul, you can feed them by clicking on their tank. If you aren't a charitable soul, I banish you from my blog. For those of you unbanished children, i'm taking votes on what you think that their names should be. Sorry, I've already decided that the darkest one is names Milo, but the rest is wide open to naming. I'd love to hear your ideas.

What feels good

You know what feels good?

Having lost enough weight to fit into that favorite item of clothing that you could no longer wear. That feels good.

Lyric of the day

"I survived all those long lonely days
When it seemed I did not have a friend
Cause all I needed was a little faith
So I could catch my breath and face the world again"

-You're only human, Billy Joel

That's all.

7 Hours

What would you do if joy was 7 hours away?

Would you go?


Would you stay?


Would the journey seem to long?


Would you just hope and pray it would happen, and then go back to life like nothing ever changed?


What if it wasn't lasting joy? What if it was just that one thing that you really have always wanted to do? Something to tell your grandkids about. An opportunity you would probably never have again. Not a chance. Could you take that chance?


What if you weren't even sure if it would work? You might not find what you were looking for. But you might.Would the hope be enough to keep you going? Or would the reality be too much for your dreams?


You have one chance to get there. To drop everything and run. Run towards joy.


7 hours. Would you take the chance?

The Most Wonderful Time?

Today, I learned something. Something very valuable.

If you expose a girl to 3+ hours of Christmas music in November, she will feel an intense need to frolic gaily down the library aisles.

Also, the library patrons are not very approving of joyful frolicking. You shouldn't do it. Unless you have had a prolong exposure to Christmas music. Then you can't help yourself.

Here's the story of a girl....

Wow. It's kind of weird to be typing my first blog post. Guess it's been something that I have been thinking about for so long that I wasn't really sure if it would ever happen. But yet, here it is. The baby of my brain.

First order of business, never say that phrase again.

With that out of the way, we can get on to real business. At this moment some of you may be asking "What is this blog about?" or "Why is she doing this?" or even "Why the heck am I reading this?" I will tell you. BECAUSE I POSTED IT.

Think about it. Why else would I create a blog except to say what I think? So, that is basically what this blog is for. for me to say what I think. Hope you enjoy.