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Hey hey! Look at the cool nerdy icon I found! Reminds me of that quote, “I was uncool before uncool was cool.” Carve it on my tombstone. (Not really.) But yeah, I love icons. I have more than I can ever, ever use, but they’re just so…iconerrific!

So, spring break! On Monday, I applied to ten places for jobs. Yes, ten. Several looked promising, and I had an interview at Best Buy on Wednesday. I don’t have the job yet, but it’s lookin’ good. Tuesday and Thursday I volunteered at the therapeutic riding center, which is always a blast. Throw 20 horses, 15 dogs, and a busload of kids all together and it’s bound to be entertaining. There were a lot of new volunteers I hadn’t met before, and one of them couldn’t remember my name and called me Sarah. It never ends, I tell you! Even when my roommate is gone! It’s like being Faramir or something, and everyone always calling you Boromir accidentally, and then they go, “Oh wait, it’s just Faramir.” “Why can’t you be more like Boromir? Why can’t you bring me the ring? Why are you such a bookworm? Get a haircut!” A SAPLING CANNOT GROW IN THE SHADOW OF THE OAK, YA KNOW. And I am totally, 100% kidding, Sarah. So if you’re reading this, don’t, ya know, get mad or anything.

Where was I…? Oh, spring break. I did not get done nearly everything I wanted to, but I did get more done than I thought I would. And technically I still have two days! But I read, and drew, and wrote letters, and did archery, and climbed trees, and hiked, and backed up all my computer files, and cleared out the file cabinet, and found some shoes, and ran errands, and sold some used tack, and practiced Welsh, and ’twas most grand! More of the same for the next couple days. Oh, also I’ve been eating tons of Cheerios!

It kind of depresses me that one of my friends is in 8th grade and writes better than I do. However, her stuff is so much fun to read that it kind of cancels out the feelings of inadequacy. It’s funny, my friends all used to be older than me, *I* was the young intelligent upstart. Now I’m the old fogey being shown up by the young, brilliant prodigy. Huh, so this is what it feels like. Anyway, I don’t care what anyone says, it’s not weird that my friends range in age from 14 to 74.

Wow, I always run out of things to say on here and just end up typing completely random things. REALLY random, as in I just sit here and the first thing that pops into my head, I type it.

Speaking of which, I like Johnny Cash.

Oh, and Faith says she’s going to kidnap me, duct tape me to a chair, and make me watch Serenity! All right, she didn’t say that in so many words, but she did say I had to see it, and I certainly will not argue! I have a sneaking suspicion that, were I unbusy, I would be head-over-heels obsessed with Firefly. As it is, it’s kind of an I-wish-I-had-more-time-for-you obsession. I like hyphens.

It’s a little bit dismaying that you’re only really supposed to put down one song or cd or whatever for the Music: thing on here. When I type an entry, it’s to at least 5 different songs usually from different artists and at the very least from different albums, and it’s confusing. So I end up just picking one song randomly, but then what about the other songs?? Do they feel left out? I remember when I was little I would try to play with all of my toys equally because I was afraid they would feel ignored otherwise. Rationally I knew they were inanimate objects, but it was just fun that way.

Look at my icon!! Can you believe it? I found an icon with part of one of my favorite e.e.cummings poems on it AND a Stargate. Now if that’s not the epitome of cool, I don’t know what is. And now, because you must read it, I shall post the whole poem.

pity this busy monster, manunkind

pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
— electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born — pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if — listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go

— e. e. cummings

I love cummings, I hate cummings, I don’t understand cummings, I understand too much of cummings. He’s one of the very few poets I know of who can completely disregard punctuation and capitalization and still be one of my favorites; usually it just annoys me.

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Yay, Hamlet.

Did you know that hiraeth is a Welsh word meaning “the longing for home”? I think that is beautiful.

I don’t believe I mentioned that I was on spring break. I AM ON SPRING BREAK!! Very very happy about that. There are so many fun things I want to do on break, I know I won’t be able to get them all done. But, I am determined to do as much of it as I can! Unfortunately there are some less-fun things that must be done over break, such as finding a summer job, writing that Brit lit paper, and getting more volunteer hours in. I shall remain undaunted! *charges* Actually I made a good start on things today, it was good.

I listened to so much music today, it’s amazing. Working more on my ongoing and neverending music project! Bands of late include: Beulah, Built to Spill, and Big Country. Everyone should go check them out!

Finished The Lost Tales last week, so I’m onto Mariel of Redwall by Brian Jacques now, courtesy of Sarah who gave it to me awhile back. I’ve got books backed up like whoa. It’s VERY good to be reading something other than The Origin of Species, no matter what it is. I got to reading my Brit Lit book the other day and came across The Sons of Uisliu, which was…interesting. Highly tragic Welsh tale. I think I need to research that more, find out some of the backstory and historical context.

Adamastor: The spirit of the stormy Cape (Good Hope), described by Camo├źns in the Lusiad as a hideous phantom. According to Barreto, he was one of the giants who invaded heaven. <–looked that up while reading this. I like that word a lot…say it with me now, Adamastor. See, doesn’t it just sound neat?

Adamastor adamastor adamastor

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