Monday, November 23, 2009
Music and a tool that converts Youtube movies to mp3 files
I just downloaded a bunch of music, and I have a bunch of favourites in them already. Firstly, there is one song that I downloaded for my "Bad Day" playlist. It's called You Can Never Get Lost by Piano Magic. Ah, it's beautiful. It was hard to download; I had to use Zamzar (www.zamzar.com . You copy and paste the Youtube link and can convert it to mp3 and it emails it to you and voila! You have it on your computer :) ) to convert it from Youtube to get it on my computer. Secondly, Radiohead. I have heard of them for years, but have never bothered downloading any. Out of the songs I have so far, I like Romeo & Juliet. Thirdly, I have two songs by Jason Reeves, who has a beautiful voice. I like the song Someone, Somewhere. Fourthly, Escape the Fate. I am actually a huge fan of Escape the Fate, the way that they sound like they would be totally screamo, but how they actually sing (for the majority of it anyway). I downloaded some more City & Colour. There is also another song for my "Bad Day" playlist called Waiting for My Real Life To Begin.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Jokes
I was thinking the other day that I am going to start this thing for people who have bad days. Little goodie bags, kind of. It's going to consist of a small chocolate and a joke, for now. I would have loved to receive a goodie bag for some of my bad days. i can just go to the dollar store and get cheap little toys designed to cheer them up. It would be fun. but, I collected some jokes that I will share, that made me chuckle. If anyone reads this, you should comment on it with a joke that you like, and I can add it to this small list. :
What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over? Doughnuts
What do you call a dinosaur that smashes everything? A Tyrannosaurus Wrecks
A passenger riding in a taxi taps the driver on the shoulder. The driver shits himself, swerves round a bus and stops inches in front of a shop window. The passenger says, "Shit, you're jumpy aren't you? I only tapped your shoulder." The cabbie replies "Sorry, it's my first day on this job. Just spent 20 years driving a hearse"
The wolf said to the pig, "I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down!" The pig says, "Fuck you! I'll cough on you!"
A blonde and a brunette were walking through a park when the brunette said, "Aw, look at that poor, dead bird!" The blonde looked up and asked, "Where?"
What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over? Doughnuts
What do you call a dinosaur that smashes everything? A Tyrannosaurus Wrecks
A passenger riding in a taxi taps the driver on the shoulder. The driver shits himself, swerves round a bus and stops inches in front of a shop window. The passenger says, "Shit, you're jumpy aren't you? I only tapped your shoulder." The cabbie replies "Sorry, it's my first day on this job. Just spent 20 years driving a hearse"
The wolf said to the pig, "I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down!" The pig says, "Fuck you! I'll cough on you!"
A blonde and a brunette were walking through a park when the brunette said, "Aw, look at that poor, dead bird!" The blonde looked up and asked, "Where?"
Friday, November 20, 2009
Be nice to everyone you meet. They're all fighting a battle you know nothing about
Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So, the apples up top think there's something wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right guy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Friends are a single soul dwelling in two bodies
Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight. - Benjamin Franklin
The spaces between your fingers were made so another's could fill them in.
To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty... - Ralph Waldo Emerson
It's better to wear out than to rust out. --Richard Cumberland
Attitude is the mind's paintbrush
You can't save a damsel if she likes her distress.
It does not matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop
Friends are a single soul dwelling in two bodies
Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight. - Benjamin Franklin
The spaces between your fingers were made so another's could fill them in.
To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty... - Ralph Waldo Emerson
It's better to wear out than to rust out. --Richard Cumberland
Attitude is the mind's paintbrush
You can't save a damsel if she likes her distress.
It does not matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Love Song by Deirdre Kessler
So, today I am going to do something a little different. I found this short story among the documents on my computer. When I first read this short story, Love Song by Deirdre Kessler, I was a little bit in love with a boy who wished he was a ghost and wasn't satisfied with his life. He had depression, and I tried to be the one that could help him, yet I made no real difference. This short story kind of hit me. It's pretty different, but I really like it.
Love Song:
The moment they saw each other, they knew in their bones they had a distance to travel. That first night they walked far into the desert, they slept under cottonwood trees by a creek. The creek sang them a song that trickled through a crack in time. And for a while, the lovers moved as one.
She knew the ways of all that grew, of all that slithered, hopped, ran, or flew. She found a place where a garden would thrive, gathered stories, explored all her desires. Someone said the sound of her name was a warm sigh at daybreak. Resting by a water hole under a bower of willows, the girl sometimes was invisible. A kit fox would drink its fill by her side. A wren would alight on her shoulder, taking a moment to preen and flutter in the watery shade.
The boy also took on the ways of wild things, moving swiftly, jumping when startled. Someone named him Coyote, and the name stuck because he was lean and tall and his hair was reddish and bushy. He let that thick hair grow down his back and wore it like a tail.
And the boy took on the habits of rock-the slow, slow ways of rock, until the mine crew felt he knew the rocks better than anyone. He worked the mines, holding with his thin strong arms the slusher that spun against the clock, burrowing into rock, slushing ore from the heart of the earth.
The men he worked with, down in those mines, came to trust him, and ask him, “Is it safe today?” And though he was young enough to be the son of miners, they looked into his face and he took their question and drifted through tunnels, felt mine backs, touched cribbing and rock bolts, stopping time as he searched for an answer. Then he would give a shy, sly smile and he’d say, “Yup, it’s safe today.”
His mama said he was born impatient, born early, forcing his twin also to look at daylight before her time. His twin sister’s eyes were weak; she could barely see. He could see too far. At four years old he took apart a broken clock and repaired it. Only, when it ran, it ran backwards. Later, his mama wondered if he had been the one to break the clock, wanting to stop time, to step aside from human habits.
Now, to the girl it is simple. A human boy has a human body, and walks the earth in human ways. But the boy grows more and more impatient, frustrated. He is trapped, only trapped in the skin of a human. To him it is simple: with desire a human can fly free, soar over the canyon like a red-tailed hawk, be the stratified rock with movements slow as forever. The boy sees he is everything: He is a being who slips into a form of a human, of a coyote, a bird, a rock, the wind.
What the boy does not understand it why he cannot leave his human form with the ease of a thought. Oh, in his dreams, he soars. But in the morning he wakes to the gravity of a sleeping body and pounds his fist against his thigh, his chest.
Sometimes, for days, the boy does not eat, refusing to add mass to his body, considering if he spurns it he will sooner be able to reach his ideal.
For a while, after they are lovers, the boy forgets to dream and in his sleep wraps around his lover, content with human ways. But soon his impatience returns. The girl also learns impatience. Why can’t he see how simple it is to be a human?
The lovers begin to argue, to grow apart. Now there are only moments, moments when they curve to each other in the night, only moments when the boy’s longing disappears.
One morning the boy awakens, tormented. He fills a skin bag with water and leaves his lover. Instead of going to the mine, he walks into the desert. Past the canyon where the river flows, past familiar barrel cactus and creosote bush, into arroyos and up onto the desert floor. He walks under the sun until the water is gone, and he walks until he stumbles and no longer can draw himself to his feet. There, he lies. He folds his boy arms around his chest and closes his eyes. He stretches out his long legs and smiles into the desert sun. Finally, the noy is able to stop time. And as night falls, he travels with planets freed from orbits. Finally and at last, he is everything.
He is everything except a certain boy in the arms of a certain girl.
That night, waves of sorrow shake the girl’s body. She dreams. Inside her dream and outside it she cries. Then like a skimming hawk she floats over the ridge where her lover lies. She folds herself over him, and in the shadow of wings they embrace.
“You will not mourn,” he whispers, “because this, too, is life. I see how foolish I was, but only now is my wisdom sure. One day go to a place where the river bends, and there I shall sing for you.”
The girl wakes from her dream. She walks across the desert, in and out of arroyos, past barrel cactus and creosote bush. She walks exactly as far as did the boy and comes to the place where he lies. She makes a travois of tamarisk branches from a nearby canyon, and drags the body of her lover to the burial place of his family.
There’s a place where a river bends, a wall of rock carved smooth by water. When spring swells the river, a whirlpool sings against the canyon. A girl stands at the canyon rim and listens to the simplicity of a river carving itself to the sea. She smiles at the innocent song of water and rock, of wind and wings, of lips and breath, of death swirled into life, again and again.
Love Song:
The moment they saw each other, they knew in their bones they had a distance to travel. That first night they walked far into the desert, they slept under cottonwood trees by a creek. The creek sang them a song that trickled through a crack in time. And for a while, the lovers moved as one.
She knew the ways of all that grew, of all that slithered, hopped, ran, or flew. She found a place where a garden would thrive, gathered stories, explored all her desires. Someone said the sound of her name was a warm sigh at daybreak. Resting by a water hole under a bower of willows, the girl sometimes was invisible. A kit fox would drink its fill by her side. A wren would alight on her shoulder, taking a moment to preen and flutter in the watery shade.
The boy also took on the ways of wild things, moving swiftly, jumping when startled. Someone named him Coyote, and the name stuck because he was lean and tall and his hair was reddish and bushy. He let that thick hair grow down his back and wore it like a tail.
And the boy took on the habits of rock-the slow, slow ways of rock, until the mine crew felt he knew the rocks better than anyone. He worked the mines, holding with his thin strong arms the slusher that spun against the clock, burrowing into rock, slushing ore from the heart of the earth.
The men he worked with, down in those mines, came to trust him, and ask him, “Is it safe today?” And though he was young enough to be the son of miners, they looked into his face and he took their question and drifted through tunnels, felt mine backs, touched cribbing and rock bolts, stopping time as he searched for an answer. Then he would give a shy, sly smile and he’d say, “Yup, it’s safe today.”
His mama said he was born impatient, born early, forcing his twin also to look at daylight before her time. His twin sister’s eyes were weak; she could barely see. He could see too far. At four years old he took apart a broken clock and repaired it. Only, when it ran, it ran backwards. Later, his mama wondered if he had been the one to break the clock, wanting to stop time, to step aside from human habits.
Now, to the girl it is simple. A human boy has a human body, and walks the earth in human ways. But the boy grows more and more impatient, frustrated. He is trapped, only trapped in the skin of a human. To him it is simple: with desire a human can fly free, soar over the canyon like a red-tailed hawk, be the stratified rock with movements slow as forever. The boy sees he is everything: He is a being who slips into a form of a human, of a coyote, a bird, a rock, the wind.
What the boy does not understand it why he cannot leave his human form with the ease of a thought. Oh, in his dreams, he soars. But in the morning he wakes to the gravity of a sleeping body and pounds his fist against his thigh, his chest.
Sometimes, for days, the boy does not eat, refusing to add mass to his body, considering if he spurns it he will sooner be able to reach his ideal.
For a while, after they are lovers, the boy forgets to dream and in his sleep wraps around his lover, content with human ways. But soon his impatience returns. The girl also learns impatience. Why can’t he see how simple it is to be a human?
The lovers begin to argue, to grow apart. Now there are only moments, moments when they curve to each other in the night, only moments when the boy’s longing disappears.
One morning the boy awakens, tormented. He fills a skin bag with water and leaves his lover. Instead of going to the mine, he walks into the desert. Past the canyon where the river flows, past familiar barrel cactus and creosote bush, into arroyos and up onto the desert floor. He walks under the sun until the water is gone, and he walks until he stumbles and no longer can draw himself to his feet. There, he lies. He folds his boy arms around his chest and closes his eyes. He stretches out his long legs and smiles into the desert sun. Finally, the noy is able to stop time. And as night falls, he travels with planets freed from orbits. Finally and at last, he is everything.
He is everything except a certain boy in the arms of a certain girl.
That night, waves of sorrow shake the girl’s body. She dreams. Inside her dream and outside it she cries. Then like a skimming hawk she floats over the ridge where her lover lies. She folds herself over him, and in the shadow of wings they embrace.
“You will not mourn,” he whispers, “because this, too, is life. I see how foolish I was, but only now is my wisdom sure. One day go to a place where the river bends, and there I shall sing for you.”
The girl wakes from her dream. She walks across the desert, in and out of arroyos, past barrel cactus and creosote bush. She walks exactly as far as did the boy and comes to the place where he lies. She makes a travois of tamarisk branches from a nearby canyon, and drags the body of her lover to the burial place of his family.
There’s a place where a river bends, a wall of rock carved smooth by water. When spring swells the river, a whirlpool sings against the canyon. A girl stands at the canyon rim and listens to the simplicity of a river carving itself to the sea. She smiles at the innocent song of water and rock, of wind and wings, of lips and breath, of death swirled into life, again and again.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie
A great song, What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie
And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Away from me
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself
'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"
So who's going to watch you die?..
Check out the official video to it: The different meanings that could be interpretated are amazing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I483tB12SyE
And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Away from me
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself
'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"
So who's going to watch you die?..
Check out the official video to it: The different meanings that could be interpretated are amazing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I483tB12SyE
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Fireworks by Deborah Chandra (poem)
Fireworks:
Hiss, howl, rush,
A thunderous roar,
Wild beasts burst into fiery hoards.
To mix with:
Shadows in the sky,
Flashing teeth and tiger eyes
Sizzling tongues,
Leopard spots,
Lion mouths,
Red, round and hot.
Bristling claws climb the night,
Golden, glowing balls of light.
They pounce and crawl,
There there
Now there
And there
Burning, trembling in the air to fade
Falling on earth below,
Soft as milkweed,
Silent as snow.
By Deborah Chandra
Hiss, howl, rush,
A thunderous roar,
Wild beasts burst into fiery hoards.
To mix with:
Shadows in the sky,
Flashing teeth and tiger eyes
Sizzling tongues,
Leopard spots,
Lion mouths,
Red, round and hot.
Bristling claws climb the night,
Golden, glowing balls of light.
They pounce and crawl,
There there
Now there
And there
Burning, trembling in the air to fade
Falling on earth below,
Soft as milkweed,
Silent as snow.
By Deborah Chandra
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Some pretty pictures and some quotes
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that really was.
The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all.
Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairytale.
Display pictures/inspirational quotes 3 and a PostSecret!
Again, not really in the most positive mood. But, I'm going to just put up some random display pictures. That doesn't take a lot of effort
And a PostSecret that I liked:
Monday, November 9, 2009
The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
I am not in a very good mood, so I'm going to give out some depressing, wistful, thoughtful or bitter quotes. Bleagh. Maybe a display picture. Or a PostSecret.
Quotes:
Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of the un-lived life.
OR
Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.
(I like this quote even though I am not religious) Don't ask God for an easy life, ask Him to make you a strong person.
Happiness is not in our circumstances but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, like the heat of a fire. Happiness is something we are.
Our eyes are placed in front because it is more important to look ahead than to look back.
An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may would your body, but an evil friend can wound your soul.
Tears are words the heart can't say.
The only way to see the raindbow is to look through the rain.
When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.
Before death, love like you've never loved, cry like you've never cried, live through days of terror and joy, days of utter satisfaction and days of shame. Live.
Display pictures:
Quotes:
Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of the un-lived life.
OR
Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.
(I like this quote even though I am not religious) Don't ask God for an easy life, ask Him to make you a strong person.
Happiness is not in our circumstances but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, like the heat of a fire. Happiness is something we are.
Our eyes are placed in front because it is more important to look ahead than to look back.
An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may would your body, but an evil friend can wound your soul.
Tears are words the heart can't say.
The only way to see the raindbow is to look through the rain.
When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.
Before death, love like you've never loved, cry like you've never cried, live through days of terror and joy, days of utter satisfaction and days of shame. Live.
Display pictures:
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Summer Again by The Afters
There has been this song that has been floating around in my head and on repeat on my iPod. It's called Summer Again by The Afters. Like the song I mentioned before, I'm Kicking Myself, it is a bit mournful and very sweet. It's definitely worth the listen.
Summer Again:
I'm watching the green give into gold
As summer becomes October's cold
Gravity begs
For one final kiss
She drops it to him, as she gives in
Traces of light, linger around
As laces of white fall to the ground
The softest of sounds for the heaviest things
And the pain that it brings
As she falls I try to catch her
For one last touch of warmth from summer
As one thing leaves to becomes another again
I remember when
Don't remember the day, she started to fade
The ground felt a chill as she gave it away
A whisper - a sigh, for the time that she passed
But this winter won't last
As she falls I try to catch her
For one last touch of warmth from summer
As one thing leaves to becomes another again
I remember when
Oh to be with summer again
The days were warm and we wore them like skin
Now I feel the effects of October again
As she falls I try to catch her
For one last touch of warmth from summer
As one thing leaves to becomes another again
I remember when
Oh to be with summer again
I'm watching the green give in to gold
As summer becomes Octobers cold
Summer Again:
I'm watching the green give into gold
As summer becomes October's cold
Gravity begs
For one final kiss
She drops it to him, as she gives in
Traces of light, linger around
As laces of white fall to the ground
The softest of sounds for the heaviest things
And the pain that it brings
As she falls I try to catch her
For one last touch of warmth from summer
As one thing leaves to becomes another again
I remember when
Don't remember the day, she started to fade
The ground felt a chill as she gave it away
A whisper - a sigh, for the time that she passed
But this winter won't last
As she falls I try to catch her
For one last touch of warmth from summer
As one thing leaves to becomes another again
I remember when
Oh to be with summer again
The days were warm and we wore them like skin
Now I feel the effects of October again
As she falls I try to catch her
For one last touch of warmth from summer
As one thing leaves to becomes another again
I remember when
Oh to be with summer again
I'm watching the green give in to gold
As summer becomes Octobers cold
More quotes and little passages
Now I'm rocking; I have my quote book in my loft, so I don't have to run anywhere, and it's always here if I want to put some on this blog. :) This first 'quote' was given to me from my friend Tasha. I really like it.
I miss when...
Getting high meant swinging on the playground,
Protection meant wearing a helmet,
All you could get from boys were cooties,
Race issues were only who could run the fastest,
And war was only a card game.
Your worst enemies were your siblings,
Wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut,
And the only drug we knew was cough medicine,
Screwing up meant that we said the alphabet wrong,
The only thing that hurt us were scraped knees,
And goodbyes meant only until tomorrow.
We couldn't wait to grow up.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. -- Marilyn Monroe
Don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game. (You caught me, it's from A Cinderella Story)
Those who gossip to you will gossip about you.
Don't throw dirt at people because all you're doing is losing ground.
Life is like a butterfly; so fragile and delicate, yet full of beauty. (haha, I made that a couple of years ago. I thought I was just so clever)
Separation is our sorrow, to meet again our hope.
I miss when...
Getting high meant swinging on the playground,
Protection meant wearing a helmet,
All you could get from boys were cooties,
Race issues were only who could run the fastest,
And war was only a card game.
Your worst enemies were your siblings,
Wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut,
And the only drug we knew was cough medicine,
Screwing up meant that we said the alphabet wrong,
The only thing that hurt us were scraped knees,
And goodbyes meant only until tomorrow.
We couldn't wait to grow up.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. -- Marilyn Monroe
Don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game. (You caught me, it's from A Cinderella Story)
Those who gossip to you will gossip about you.
Don't throw dirt at people because all you're doing is losing ground.
Life is like a butterfly; so fragile and delicate, yet full of beauty. (haha, I made that a couple of years ago. I thought I was just so clever)
Separation is our sorrow, to meet again our hope.
Oh, I actually have a website that, if anyone ever reads this, should check out. Well, not a website, but from blogspot. It's called PostSecrets. It's where people mail in their secrets to this guy. There is more information on the website, I believe, but some of the secrets are just amazing. It also help you discover the same secrets within yourself. Through reading it, it has gotten me to think about what secrets I have from everybody, secrets about my personality, and I've learned a couple. Here is an example of a PostSecret, a particularly touching one, as well as the website. http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Quotes and a poem called Don't Quit
I finally decided to retrieve my quote book so here are a few of the ones I feel like sharing today. There is also a poem included called Don't Quit, the author of this brilliant piece is unknown.
Quotes:
Never look back on the past, you may trip over the future.
Fear is that little dark room where negatives are produced.
A thousand enemies outside the house are better than one within.
Some books should be tasted, some devoured, but only a few should be chewed and digested thoroughly.
Live in the present, remember the past, and fear not the future, for it doesn't exist and never shall. There is only now.
Of course she found it in the last place she looked. If she hadn't found it, she'd still be looking.
A friend is someone who walks in when the whole world has walked out.
Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
Don't Quit:
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow --
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint to the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Quotes:
Never look back on the past, you may trip over the future.
Fear is that little dark room where negatives are produced.
A thousand enemies outside the house are better than one within.
Some books should be tasted, some devoured, but only a few should be chewed and digested thoroughly.
Live in the present, remember the past, and fear not the future, for it doesn't exist and never shall. There is only now.
Of course she found it in the last place she looked. If she hadn't found it, she'd still be looking.
A friend is someone who walks in when the whole world has walked out.
Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
Don't Quit:
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow --
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint to the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Display pictures/inspirational quotes 2
Haha. On Monday and Tuesday, I took two mental health days. SO convenient. Halfway through school on Wednesday, my math teacher kicked out everyone who had been sick that hadn't stayed home for the full week. Mwahaha. So I get a FULL week at home, without school. I love this luck. But! More inspirational pictures. Once again, I am too lazy to go downstairs to get my quote book for more of them.
That green flamingo is similar to me.
That green flamingo is similar to me. 
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Display pictures
I decided that I am going to get rid of some of the display pictures I have on my computer. There are multitudes. If I ever want to look at them, I can just come on here. Sorry for the bizarre spacing. The page wouldn't let me organize the pictures like I wanted to...
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