So Much for School Spirit!

So!
So much has happened since my last entry. Its crazy how things change!

I am now attending Clemson University, working on a B.A. in writing and publications.
I'm really enjoying it all.. No, really.

  I miss the light, happy days of carefree wonderment and the time I had for well..life! I'm realizing this today, because I've had ample time to think of matters not related to Academialand.
Today* is my last day of SPRING BREAK and it is as dismal as it began. A sweet poem..

I dreamt of Hilton Head, but I received rain, cold, and boredom.
I dreamt of beautifully tanned hunks frolicking on the sandy shore,
salt air and cool breezes
dark sun glasses and shorts
..I digress

The good news is that I DID NOT get a cold, but I DID indeed suffer from a particularly severe case of the fuggits. As a result, I got most everything I had intended to do all week done today. I guess that says a lot about the type of person I am.

I am lamenting a bit. Clemson University, (although a wonderful, charming southern gem) is not what its cracked up to be. CU is an institution, just like any other. I'm unimpressed.

HOORAY!! for pink (pank) lemonade spritzers and microwave popcorn...that's what's for dinner tonight.

 

All Your Life, You Were Only Waiting for This Moment to Arise

Oh my word. I had NO IDEA that I would be THIS BUSY! Good news!!! I passed my Med tech exam today, syringe medications and all!!! So I could give flu shots, insulin shots, etc. LOL I guess I like the idea of giving them to people instead of being stuck with the needle :) Great news is...I made a 110 on my Anatomy and Physiology lab quiz!!! (kind of a big deal because I got the bonus question too) I'm excited for next week because I start the Phlebotomy course:) It feels good to be back writing. If I haven't talked to you in a while, I'm sorry. Just know that I love you guys!! Y'all are great!!!

I love the Beatles! (Most of you already knew that) and I'm In love with this song

"Blackbird"
The Beatles

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

xxo

 

Ain't Had No Schoolin'!

I'm so excited! I'm about to start going to school (short term) in Greenville for Patient Care Technician training! :3 It will be long hours at school but it will be so worth it. I'm saying this because I won't be blogging as much or as often for a while, but I plan to be on at least once every two weeks, (maybe more because blogging is ADDICTING). What do PCT's do you ask? Basically they do EVERYTHING a CNA does, but they also give medications and can take blood. So along with the CNA certificate I will also be phlebot certified as well as med tech certified. I really hope to finish this course in Greenville quickly so I can work in either Clemson or Seneca. I have decided on attending CLEMSON for my junior and senior years because the university is closer to my house and more convenient for me. Wish me well!

xxo

Duck Hunting for Poets

My current favorite poem of all time. You might know it'd be about duck hunting!!! LOVE THIS!
 
 
                          
THE MANLET

by: Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)

N stature the Manlet was dwarfish--

No burly, big Blunderbore he;

And he wearily gazed on the crawfish

His Wifelet had dressed for his tea.

"Now reach me, sweet Atom, my gunlet,

And hurl the old shoelet for luck;

Let me hie to the bank of the runlet,

And shoot thee a Duck!"

She has reached him his minikin gunlet;

She has hurled the old shoelet for luck;

She is busily baking a bunlet,

To welcome him home with his Duck.

On he speeds, never wasting a wordlet,

Though thoughtlets cling, closely as wax,

To the spot where the beautiful birdlet

So quietly quacks.

Where the Lobsterlet lurks, and the Crablet

So slowly and sleepily crawls;

Where the Dolphin's at home, and the Dablet

Pays long, ceremonious calls;

Where the Grublet is sought by the Froglet;

Where the Frog is pursued by the Duck;

Where the Ducklet is chased by the Doglet--

So runs the world's luck!

He has loaded with bullet and powder;

His footfall is noiseless as air;

But the Voices grow louder and louder,

And bellow and bluster and blare.

They bristle before him and after,

They flutter above and below,

Shrill shriekings of lubberly laughter,

Weird wailings of woe!

They echo without him, within him;

They thrill through his whiskers and beard;

Like a teetotum seeming to spin him,

With sneers never hitherto sneered.

"Avengement," they cry, "on our Foelet!

Let the Manikin weep for our wrongs!

Let us drench him, from toplet to toelet,

With Nursery Songs!

"He shall muse upon 'Hey! Diddle! Diddle!'

On the Cow that surmounted the Moon;

He shall rave of the Cat and the Fiddle,

And the Dish that eloped with the Spoon;

And his soul shall be sad for the Spider,

When Miss Muffet was sipping her whey,

That so tenderly sat down beside her,

And scared her away!

"The music of Midsummer madness

Shall sting him with many a bite,

Till, in rapture of rollicking sadness,

He shall groan with a gloomy delight;

He shall swathe him, like mists of the morning,

In platitudes luscious and limp,

Such as deck, with a deathless adorning,

The Song of the Shrimp!

"When the Ducklet's dark doom is decided,

We will trundle him home in a trice;

And the banquet, so plainly provided,

Shall round into rose-buds and rice;

In a blaze of pragmatic invention

He shall wrestle with Fate, and shall reign;

But he has not a friend fit to mention,

So hit him again!"

He has shot it, the delicate darling!

And the Voices have ceased from their strife;

Not a whisper of sneering or snarling,

As he carries it home to his wife;

Then, cheerily champing the bunlet

His spouse was so skilful to bake,

He hies him once more to the runlet

To fetch her the Drake!

"The Manlet" is reprinted from The Hunting of the Snark and Other Poems and Verses. Lewis Carroll. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.

                              



 

Hey Jealousy:)

Okay you guys..I'm jealous. My cousin has an awesomely fantastic blog because her hubby designed it especially for her (lucky woman)..complete with uploaded videos and a cooking page...AND a fish tank. I'm too concerned with sharp lines and modern colors to have all that. I'm going to see if he can help me out anyway..Maybe  I can get a cooking page and have it work the right way? I digress.


The grammys? I didn't watch them. I heard Frank Ocean won something, so cheers to a good love song by Frank Ocean.

Frank Ocean: Thinkin 'bout You
 
A tornado flew around my room before you came
Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain
In Southern California, much like Arizona
My eyes don't shed tears, but, boy, they bawl
When I'm thinkin' 'bout you (ooh, no, no, no)
I've been thinkin' 'bout you (you know, know, know)
I've been thinkin' 'bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?
Or do you not think so far ahead (ahead)?
'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever (Oooh, oooh)
Or do you not think so far ahead (ahead)?
'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever (Oooh, oooh)
No, I don't like you, I just thought you were cool
Enough to kick it
Got a beach house I could sell you in Idaho
Since you think I don't love you, I just thought you were cute
That's why I kissed you
Got a fighter jet, I don't get to fly it, though
I'm lyin' down thinkin' 'bout you (ooh, no, no, no)
I've been thinkin' 'bout you (you know, know, know)
I've been thinkin' 'bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?
Or do you not think so far ahead (ahead)?
'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever (Oooh, oooh)
Or do you not think so far ahead (ahead)?
'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever (Oooh, oooh)
Yes, of course
I remember, how could I forget (how could I forget)?
How you feel (how you feel)?
You know you were my first time (time).
A new feel (a new feel)
It won't ever get old, not in my soul,
Not in my spirit, keep it alive (spirit, keep it alive)
We'll go down this road
'Til it turns from color to black and white
Or do you not think so far ahead (ahead)?
'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever (Oooh, oooh)
Or do you not think so far ahead (ahead)?
'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

Was it grammy worthy? I have to say I've listened to the song and it is catchy, but grammy worthy? Tell me what you think:) Let's do what we do best, judge! Don't hold back!

xxo

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

                                                                Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Paint it black, black as night.

I've been thinking(dangerous I know) and I want a pure black cat. I don't want an Oreo, or Calico, or orange and black, but just black...Completely black. I'm not a huge cat fan, but I think I could manage with just ONE black cat. Two cats are too many, makes the house stink no matter how much you empty out the litter box.


Aren't they adorable?