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| suck·y /ˈsʌk i/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciati[suhk-ee] –adjective, suck·i·er, suck·i·est. Slang. disagreeable; unpleasant. blah /blɑ/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronuncia[blah] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation Slang. –noun | 1. | nonsense; rubbish: What they say is blah. |
| 2. | the blahs, a feeling of physical uneasiness, general discomfort, or mild depression; malaise: After the long weekend many workers had the Monday-morning blahs. |
–adjective | 3. | insipid; dull; uninteresting. |
words are fun.
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| there's a saying in the teaching profession that there are days that just chew you out. "momma said" days... momma said there'd be days where you just want to cry, where you can't see beyond tomorrow... i had a momma said day. but, i will rise once more tomorrow. Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. | | |
| ooooh man..its done. just like that. im grown...
pictures and news to come...
but as of june 10, 2006, and according to the books at the university of chciago and its 485th convocation or something like that, i think, i am no longer a child....in the real world...still a student, perhaps a little more experienced student than the students i will teach one day....
craziness.
loopiness. | | |
| fini. τελειωμένος. beendet. закончено. acabado. geëindigd. rifinito.
it's over! yay!!!
thanks to everyone for your support through my crazy research and writing process...
gluck to those with finals!!!!!
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| in my effort to procrasitnate and avoid my BA..i discovered (from mt wonderful friend, good ol' young in) that a dear childhood sweetheart of mine died 3 years ago...
if any of you watched Seaquest or saw the movie, Neverending Story II, Jonathan Brandis committed suicide Nov. 2003.
THIS IS SOOO SAD!!!!
So this is for you Jonathan....may you rest in peace...


April 13, 1976- November 11, 2003 | | |
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