I'll take rain any day

WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE????? IT IS THE MIDDLE OF SEPTEMBER - WHICH EQUALS SUMMER! IT SHOULD NOT BE SNOWING ON A DAY LIKE TODAY!!!!!!!!!!

pouring

It's raining, it's pouring
the old man is snoring
He bumped his head
on the back of the bed
and couldn't get up til
the moooorrrrrning.
andihadtoridemybikehomeintherain
anditwascoldandwetanddreary
andnowiamfreeeeeezzzziiiingggg.....

chaos? most definitely.

Tonight I am trying to Fully unpack. I have the random box here and there, full of things I have no idea what to do with. And I have decided that I want them gone so I can finally Live Here. In my flat. Completely.
As you may know, when I organize, I cause chaos. Total chaos. Sometimes it's a good thing though.
While I was digging through the chaos, I happened to find some quotes, poems, et cetera, that had apparantly struck me, and so I wrote them down.
These two still catch my eye.

This one I found in some book just before I left to England, and it really spoke to me, if you can imagine why.

There is a lightening of heart that attends the setting off upon

a great journey, whatever your fears and misgivings may be.

- Mitra

as;dlkjadf;lkj

asdlkfjasd;

And this one, my inner, secret (?) romantic, dies for. It is gorgeous.

as;dlkjfa;slkdf

asd;lkjasdf

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go, my dear; andwhatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

a;sldkfj;alskdjf;alskdjf

;laksdjf;alksdjf;laksjd;flkajsd;lfkjasd;lfkj i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and its you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

a;slkdjf;alksdjf;alksdjf;alskdjf

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder thats keeping the stars apart

a;sdfjk;aslkd

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

- e.e. cummings

Holding Out for the Charger!!

I'm not holding out, really. Ok, well I am. Kind of. But you see? It's just not the same when you don't have photos to go with what you are thinking. It's true what they say - a photo really does say more than however many words.

So that means I have to wait to tell you about my favorite corner in my kitchen, which is so perfect, but not so explainable...
I have to wait to show you all my plants and photos that make my little apartment home - which I know that it is turning into, because I sleep longer. As in, don't want to get up when the alarm goes off...a good sign, but also not good, for the fact that I do have to go to class every morning at ten Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and nine Monday and Friday.
I have to wait to show you all my perfect photos that I just had printed today - from Brighton and Amsterdam and Greece - some of which are Katie Bug's lovely work. And they are lovely. And they look lovely on my little plaster walls. I was so excited about them that I whipped them out while I was still shopping, which may or may not have been a mistake because I barely held out crying til I got to Starla, the car.

Soon, my dears, soon. The battery charger is soon to be on its way. I can feel it way down, somewhere near my gizzards. Ha. Haha. Ha. To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what gizzards are, except that chickens have them, and you can eat them if you want....I don't want.

xx