life is what happens......

so. i haven't written. been too much to write about. let's see, i think for brevity, this will be in bullet form

-i made eggplant parmigiana. it was good except i think the spaghetti sauce had gone bad so i couldn't eat any of the sauce.
-i had to get my tire fixed today. it had a nail in it.
-i think i will like survivor all stars. go rupert. down with richard.
-why does jennifer have to be so moody? i get confused.
-things are over with her, and they will never be romantic again
-i have resigned myself to being a loner. i will be the weird old lady.
-jason and jason sound happy
-i am worried for them, and for dave
-jessie is a good friend. i hope she is ok.
-i like my job.
-i got a giant eagle advantage card in the mail yesterday. woohoo.
-i perhaps will be dave's valentine. j/k- though i may go to visit valentine's day.
-this week is stressful
-i think its interesting that in the same week, Ohio basically votes to ban same-sex marriages while Massachusetts said nothing less than marriage for gays and lesbians should be acceptable.
-my life is simple and complicated at the same time.
-sometimes i miss my high school friends alot
-this woman flirted with me at the store today
-i wish i had some alcohol
- i have lots of places i want to visit. i am hoping to get out to see mike sometime.
-i should get ready for bed.
-i think, i might want to see a therapist. though i have no clue of how to go about it.
-i wish jennifer could be comfortable around me.
-.....when you're busy making other plans.

i just like these poems

i like these poems.


Richard Cory
Edwin Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich--yes, richer than a king--
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
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A Poison Tree
William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree
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The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.