And we mark our place with bookmarkers

And measure what we've lost....
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.

I need that joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart. I think I'll try to get to adoration this week - Lord knows I need it. Penance service tomorrow, meaning shortened classes, which is good since I'd rather have less than an hour to explain why porn is bad to my seniors. It's a disgusting thing to have to look up re: stats on abuse, etc. Ugh - I feel all dirty inside. I took a nap this afternoon, which was good but full of blechy dreams as is often the case with afternoon naps alas, and then went grocery shopping tonight with Peter, who is a Godsend. I meant to do many chores this weekend but read a book instead. It is good to have breaks. Saw Arsenic and Old Lace - the dinner afterwards was fun, anyway! I'm afraid I woke up on the stroke of eleven though and went all gung ho about vegetarianism, activism, the Da Vinci Code, religion and politics and freaked out those sitting with me. Fortunately, Julie said I didn't embarrass her. But it made me realize that although the vermiscious knid is still smugly vermiscious, K. may just be right and I miss the "All I Really Want"-ness of one of the middle verses. Intellectualism mixed with a good side of goofiness - that's what I need! And "here"-ness. Meh. Oh, Lord, snap me out of this funk! I feel the need to travel, except that one cannot escape oneself. We are becoming the worst parts of the Republic and raising our children by the state - gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! This sense of impotence is overwhelming - and unreal, although the shadow shackles seem real enough to she who cannot seem to wake. Lord, halp! And we ramble on and on and on.... To sleep, perchance to dream - aye, there's the rub. So farewell friends, thus Thisbe ends - adieu, adieu, adieu (parting is such sweet sorrow? Remember me? Do-whop-a-doo?).

Mood: Vermiscious knid-y myself
Music: None at the nonce.
Thought: Yes, certainly, a philospher king. Only, a TRUE philosopher, and not our current hedonistic sophists, please!
Et voila!: C'est moi.

You're chocolate. You're the old soul type, people
feel that they have known you their entire
life. Many often open up to you for they view
you as thoughtful and trustworthy. Although
people trust you, you have a hard time trusting
them. You prefer to keep your feelings bottled
up inside, or display them very quietly. It is
alright to open up every once in a while.


Which kind of candy are you?
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Yaaaaaaaaaaay! Jack makes me happy.

Shiver me timbers you know loads about pirate
vocabulary matey so Splice the Mainbrace and
celebrate!yoho!


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Oh dear: Reminds me of the time we were going back to Gaming, Austria on the train and for some reason were discussing Hitler and Nazism in English and the poor Austrian lady next to us kept giving us startled looks and we realized the only words she would have understood were NOT ones anyone should like to hear!

You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your
authority. You will crush all the inferior
people under the soles of your jackboots, and
any who question your motives will be
eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane
of every other person's existence, because
you're constantly contradicting stupidity.
Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams
of a master race of spellers and grammarians
frighten the masses. You must always watch your
back. If only your power could be used for good
instead of evil.


What is your grammar aptitude?
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What? No picture? Consider Lord Byron's face inserted here, along with that old PBS commercial.
You belong to the Romantic time period. This is my
favourite era! In most of the other eras
people were trying to open the doors to science
and spent all there time inside (which is just
like me; hey, I'm inside typing this!). In
this era, though, poets urged the people to
take a walk outside and appreciate beauty. In
Percy Shelley's 'Ozymandias', he showed that
whatever humans build, Natura can take over
again. You are like this; appreciate Nature
and try to save it. Your family is very
important to you and you make the most of your
time on Earth; but you're not afraid to stop
and smell the roses! You live by the saying
'Today is a gift, that's why it's called the
present!'


Which Era do you belong to?
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