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The Brave Little Turtle

Sun, 17 Jun 2007 15:19:09 GMT

"The time has come!" The turtle said,
"To set out on my own.
To travel far and to escape
These winds by which I'm blown.

The time has come to spread my wings,
To taste unfettered air;
To see what is beyond the fence
And seek my fortune there!

So off he set, and he swam strong,
Right to the very top.
Then up he climbed and sat
Upon a lonesome rock.

Here he paused to look around,
To eye the situation,
To dream of dangers and adventures
He would find across the nation.

He closed his eye to gather strength;
He took one long, slow breath;
He raised his head above his shell
And out one leg did stretch.

He stretched his leg and stretched his claws,
Reached into the unknown -
He would not stop, he did not fear,
He made his destiny his own.

His claws did catch, his courage boost,
He climbed with renewed spirit.
Fortune smiled from above,
He felt that he was near it.

He climbed and slid and climbed and slid
And climbed until he found
A ledge to hold his front two feet -
The world made not a sound.

The world made not a sound, they say,
As the turtle paused again:
Then up he heaved, his tail did leave
The earth, prefering heaven.

For a moment he perched on top of the world.
For a moment he hadn't a care.
Then over he toppled and down he plunged
Into th'unfettered air.

The fall was long, the landing jarred,
But he was satisfied -
He walked about this great new earth
Until an edge he spied.

Then again, without hesitation,
He lowered his head and fell:
His length times ten, this fall did measure,
It must have seemed like hell.

But somehow he survived to find
A dark and cozy place,
An unknown corner of the world
Where he'd be free and safe.

He settled down and snuggled in,
He loved his newfound home.
He slept well, dreaming that soon
He'd wake again to roam.

But as he slept his fortune failed,
Down reached the hand of Fate.
She clamped down on him, picked him up,
And plopped him back into a tank.

Once again, my friends, the turtle found
His body captivated.
He swam in anger, refused to eat,
For his Fate he hated.

Long days he spent in such a state,
Long nights were slow to pass,
As his fears rose up as walls
Topped by a sky of glass.

For years, it seemed, he lived like this,
You'd think he might have learned
To settle down, accept this Fate,
But within him Freedom burned.

Each chance he got he wandered off,
Sometimes he'd invent a chance,
And each time Fate would bring him back;
It was an awful dance.

Each time he could he'd wander off.
Though hope began to fail,
Each time he ran he'd taste the air
And hear Adventure hail.

One day he sat, imprisoned still,
(Yet Fate seemed not at home)
By habit he eyed the obsticles,
And he began to roam.

Off he waded through the grass,
It seemed an endless sea.
Through hopeless state he thought aloud,
"Persistence is the key."

His head was up, his eye was clear,
With strength his legs did heave
His body through the fence of Fate,
Captivity he did leave.

The point of this little tale, my friends,
Is that on one soft, sad day
I left my home for one short hour,
And my turtle ran away.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 15:00:05 GMT

so, I'm back.

I guess we're all back.

From Spring Break.

Aah, home.

It's funny how Alpha has become home.

It's also funny how one never wants to return home after travelling.

this wasn't even a favorite trip. Oh it was fun and all, but I was OK with it ending. But I was sad about coming home. I love to travel. My dream career, I think, is one in which I would always, or at least usually, or at least often be on the road.

Maybe I'll become a truck driver.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 00:29:15 GMT

Turtle, Turtle!

I got a turtle!

His name is Cy.

He's my guy.

(because that rhymes)

Woot, good times!

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Thu, 08 Feb 2007 00:33:01 GMT

wanna hear about my week? do you really wanna hear about my week? you're sure? ok

Friday I realized I had three projects due on Monday and two on tuesday. work, remnent practice, Harvey practice, I stayed up till 5:30 monday morning painting. that was due at nine. skipped work to write a paper that was due at 2. rushed to the darkroom in the hour before Harvey practice, didn't get that one quite done before I handed it in @ 7, and may have gotten an "F" anyway because it wasn't in @ the beginning of class. Hung out a little that night when I should have been sleeping. Slept through chapel unintentionally and got royally chewed out twice for doing so. studied for a quiz that was to be @ 12:30 while trying to start the uber project due at 6. I got half the quiz right, and the prof let me finish my project while class was going on. Didn't even try to read for class today, missed half of another class, stumbled, mumbled, and stuttered through dress rehersal and hadta wear the ridiculous hair and makeup around the rest of the night. (yuck, makeup) watched a little bit of a movie when I shoulda been working on the project due tomorrow. So, here I go, presentation and painting - that's what I still gotta do tonight. Present tomorrow, stumble through another practice, somehow make it to Friday and even then, my parents are coming and it is opening night! Why do they hafta come on opening night! Whoever invented opening nights should go back in time, uninvent them, and then be taken out and shot. I haven't even looked at next week. I don't wanna know.

Welcome to college.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 14:41:38 GMT

I am, it is true, a self-centered person. My actions involve what I do. I have always gotten slightely irritated when someone I did not mean to affect was affected by something I did or said. I have once again been reminded, however, that I do indeed affect those around, whether I mean to or not. I have been guilty of tunnel vision, and am afraid I may have hurt some people. I am not one lone person in the grand scheme, I am part of the grand scheme. I have friends to be connected to, and friends who are connected to me. no matter how single I am, I still cannot act as if I am the only person involved in my world. That could not be farther from the truth. I have found here amazing friends - friends good enough to call me out when I am wrong, friends who I enjoy, friends who teach me so much more than I could learn on my own - and I don't want anything to change that, especially if I can help it. It's wierd to think that I have so much, well, power. I often do not realize that, and I believe I have recently been unconsiously abusing it. To all my friends, I am sorry if I have ever made you uncomfortable, and I cannot express the gratitude I feel to all of you, for just being there, for being my friends, for being amazing people. I will do what I can to be who I should be, and to watch what, where, and how I do what I do.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Fri, 02 Feb 2007 10:48:35 GMT

Yay for guy friends!!!

It feels soo good to know that one can have friendships with the opposite sex that have nothing to do with romance. After an evening with a guy friend I tend to come home happier than I think I could be if I had a boyfriend. Their is a strange and wonderful freedom that comes when you know you do not hafta worry about romance getting in the way. Freedom to be independent, of course, but even more so, freedom to have a relationship, to hang out, to know where you stand with each other and not hafta wonder if they're reading into your actions or you're reading into theirs. Here we are free to be a character in each other's lives, to have fun and enjoy each other without any stigma, distractions, or drama.

Yay for guy friends

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 01:06:36 GMT

let's see... what's happening in my life? Honestly, not much. How can one be so busy and yet be doing so little? I am not really very busy yet, which means I am wasting all day and telling myself I should do something just for the sake of doing it. Hasn't worked yet. Sometimes I think that I keep myself busy just to forget how little I am actually accomplishing.

Monday, January 08, 2007

Mon, 08 Jan 2007 15:37:30 GMT

My gorgeous sister

My gorgeous sister and my beautiful self

My dad playing with his new toy!

My mom playing grandmother. (Don't worry, she does this sometimes, it must be a mom thing.)

Well, After a rather long siore to my former home, I am pleased to say that I am back where I belong.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Sat, 23 Dec 2006 15:45:55 GMT

OH, listen to me! complaining about, well, everything, when in actuality I am thankful for...

Balmy winter days during which I can ride my bike to the library.

A bike which I can ride to the library on balmy winter days.

A car that will go 40 down city streets.

A sister who will walk the mall with me, even though it's two days before Christmas and she's been working on her feet all day.

A family that loves me enough to "present" me with tokens of memory and affection commonly called "gifts."

A house in which to be warm and comfortable on a dreary December day.

Hot water with which to effectively wash dishes.

A happy yellow bird who makes happy little sounds to cheer the house.

A pretty dog who's always smiling and allows you to pet and cuddle her.

A Dad to play with said dog.

A radio to make noise when no one else is around.

The internet.

Friends who let me complain.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Sat, 23 Dec 2006 14:31:23 GMT

The older I get, the less magic Christmas seems to have for me. it doesn't help that there is no snow anywhere to be seen, and that I am alone in the house with a bird and a dog that don't get along. Even the deluge of Christmas songs coming over the radio seem slightely out of place. The only thing that successfully says "Christmas" is the tree in the corner that's not even lit half the time. And the only thing all the presents under it signify is more things to fit into my car when I move out of the dorm.

I went shopping yesterday. Two days before Christmas. Walking through the mall, with the usual rush, and I was still able to walk at an excellerated pace around people. Yes, there was room to walk around people. I think it took us all of 20 minutes to traverse the entire building, stopping to shop along the way. I could go 40 through town. there were no hang-ups anywhere. Where is everybody this year?

Have you ever noticed that most Christmas songs are melancholy? Slow, sedate, and peaceful can also translate into slow, sad, and sorrowful. And all those songs talking about being home for the holidays or with people you love - you know, "All I want for Christmas is you," type of stuff - well yes, I am home, with people I love, but I am alone in the house washing dishes. that's what I call the "warm and fuzzy time of year."

All in all, though, I have an amazing life. I got to eat lunch with my sister two days in a row. I can sit at home and read Paradise Lost without having to write a paper on it. I slept for 12 hours straight yesterday. And I got my dad the most amazing present, and at the same time succeeded in convincing him that he's not getting anything this year. Heck yes.