I Believe In Magic

WOW I SUCK AT BLOGGING….how do people remember they have blogs?

Pure Love

Good morning, on July 7

     Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us -
     I can live only wholly with you or not at all -
     Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits -
     Yes, unhappily it must be so -
     You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never -
     Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves.
     And yet my life in V is now a wretched life -
     Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men -
     At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection?
     My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once -
     Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together -
     Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell.
     Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
     ever thine
     ever mine
     ever ours

Ludwig Beethoven

WOW i forgot i have a blog….thank god this website isn’t blocked on the school server…otherwise I’d have to pay attention. I hate that i can’t be on facebook

For years this woman has been the image of classic elegance and grace in my mind

Bad Blogger

So in case anyone hasn’t noticed i’m a super inconsistent blogger. I just lead an average non exciting life that no one should spend their time reading about…

Cheesy Poems anyone?

                                                   Prosody 101

When they taught me that what mattered most
                                     was not the strict iambic line goose-stepping
                  over the page but the VARIATIONS
                              in that line and the tension produced
on the ear by the surprise of difference,
                                                            I understood yet didn’t understand
                         exactly, until just now, years later
                                     in spring, with the trees already lacy
and camelliasblowsy with middle age,
                     I looked out and saw what a cold front had done
           to the garden, sweeping in like common language,
                                                           unexpected in the sensuous
                               extravagance of a Maryland spring.
               There was a DARK EDGE around each flower
                                          as if it had been outlined in ink
       instead of , and the tension I felt
                         between the expected and actual
 was like that time I came to you, ready
                                  to say goodbye for good, for you had been
                           a cold front yourself lately, and as I walked in
          you laughed and lifted me up in your arms
                                                                               as if I too were lacy with spring
                                                    instead of middle aged like the camellias,
                               and I thought: so this is poetry!

I first read this poem on my literature SAT II and i kinda fell in love with it for some unbeknowst reason…

Chick Flicks

Why am I such a sucker for chick flicks? Well, I still love this movie…her fiancee is GORGEOUS!!!