June 3, 2004

  • Sonnet 55 "Not marble nor the gilded monuments"
    William Shakespeare


    Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
       Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
    But you shall shine more bright in these contents
       Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
    When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
       And broils root out the work of masonry,
    Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
       The living record of your memory.
    'Gainst death and all oblivious enmity
       Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room,
    Even in the eyes of all posterity
       That wear this world out to the ending doom.
    So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
       You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.




    so i've been archiving my xanga entries on my computer and plan to someday start printing them out and making a journal out of them.--


      o_O i just now realized that i dripped some  strawberry jam on one of my pillows and on a couple of my pillowcases.  great.  i was freaked out at first because i felt something sticky on my thumb and i noticed the red and then saw my pillow case and i was like "what?? did i have a nosebleed in my sleep and not even notice?"  but then i smelled it and it is jam.  must go clean that up. --


    okay i'm back.  so i was saying.  last year i thought, "hey, why don't i save the comments, too?"  but then i was like, "man that's hella entries to sift through."  but now, i'm like "heck if i could do that with a year's worth of entries, i can do that with 2 1/2 years worth of comments."  so be forewarned that any comments you make will be semi-immortalized on my hard drive and later in print.