A Poem

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night, 

Old age should burn and rave at close of day; 

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, 

Because their words had forked no lightning they 

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, 

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, 

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight 

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. 

Do not go gentle into that good night. 

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

--Dylan Thomas

Damn It

My 12-year-old goldfish died yesterday, and so did some other things in my life.

And I have jury duty for the next 8-ish days.

I really hate everything right now.

Question

My birthday's coming up, so this question seemed appropriate: how old would you think you were if you didn't know your actual age?

Weird

I didn't have any coffee today. That is definitely weird.

Random

I miss school a lot, (but some parts of home are nice).

There is a polling place for the CA special election in my garage. My dogs keep wanting to go out and say hi to everyone. This has also shown me just how little it seems people care about this special election, there have been very few people here.

Started working on the ballroom dance competition I'm organizing this year. SO much to do.

I've had terrible/terribly awesome songs stuck in my head in the last couple of days: I'm So Paid by Akon, Jizz in My Pants and I'm on a Boat by the Lonely Island, Just Dance by Lady Gaga. Is it bad that these songs are the ones that remind me of school and make me sad when I listen to them? Goodness...

Almost over

The semester's almost over, and I feel like Harry Potter at Hogwarts. Not that I've got a terrible family to go back to or anything like that (they are fabulous!), I just don't want it to be over, at all.

Yay!

I got funding for my fall internship! Yay!

Bed Musings

This post shall be filed under the "more random than anything else" category. Sorry for its complete unrelated-to-anything-blogworthy-ness.

I think it's interesting that in middle/high school I never did any homework on my bed, and now I practically live there. At home, I mostly worked in the kitchen/dining room, and hardly ever in my room at all, let alone on my bed. I used to tell people that I kept my homework separate from my bed because I had problems sleeping (that part is true) and I wanted to keep all work-related stuff out of the area where I was supposed to be calm (not sure if it really works that way, but it sounded good). Mostly, I think I just liked being in the kitchen, around my mom while she was cooking dinner, or at the table with my brother or sister, or on the couch curled up with my dogs. I liked seeing my dad first thing when he came home from work. I liked feeling connected, like I was in the middle of it all (as far as 'it' was my home), and like I wouldn't miss anything. My bed, and my room, just felt too far away from the warmth and life of the kitchen.

Now, I practically live in my bed. Part of this has to do with the fact that I have upgraded from the small twin I had at home to the dorm-issue twin extra-long I had freshman year to the big, fabulous, beautiful double bed that I have now. I love it. I do all of my work here, all of my random internet browsing and movie watching and e-mailing and reading, everything. I haven't used my desk as anything other than storage space in months. I have a small couch and a chair in my room that I'll occasionally use, but mostly they are just for my friends/sponsees. I love this bed so much that I'm planning on squeezing it into my bound-to-be-much-smaller dorm room next year. I swear, I will get rid of every stick of furniture in that room if I have to, as long as I can keep my bed.

I don't know what exactly promoted this change (or why I devoted an entire blog post to it!) but I know that I will really miss this bed over the summer. But, come fall, it will be back at school and so will I. Until then, I shall remain faithful to my steadfast little twin at home, which has been so good to me for so many years. :-)

Finals Coming Up

Finals are right around the corner, the last day of classes is tomorrow, and I am freaking out. I'm not ready for this year to be over, I am not looking forward to the summer (no job + most of my friends live in other cities = bored and lonely-like), and I am just generally sad about school ending. I like it here, I'm happy, I don't want it to change and go away. At least I have two papers and a test to distract me from all that....blech.