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All I Want...
My eyes are bleary.
my head is weary.
I just got out of bed.
And all I want,
Oh all I want
Is to lay back down my head.
But duty calls,
and calls are due;
I really cannot stay.
This weariness,
This bleariness,
It will not go away.
And all my moans,
and all my groans,
Cannot discharge what's due.
My aching knees
and mild sneeze
are a far cry from the flu.
And so to work
I go again,
To work, I go again-
To meet
the people I shall greet:
encounter foe and friend.
My eyes are bleary,
My head is weary;
Towards home I am now sped.
And all I want,
Oh all I want
Is to lay down my head.
I Love You, He said
"I love you." He said to Mary,
As she was kneeling down in prayer.
"I love you" He said to Anne
and his cousin when Mary entered there.
"I love you" He said to Joseph
at His Nativity.
"I love you" He said to the family's
friends in Cana's festivities.
"I love you." He said to all the Jews,
the three days he was gone.
"I love you." He said to those non-Jews
who greeted him with song.
"I love you." He said to the descendants of
Noah's bloodline, spread.
"I love you." He said to the ancestors,
the oft-forgotten dead.
"I love you." He said to the rulers,
the soldiers in their arms.
"I love you." He said to the little child
Pinnocchio
Who me? I am Pinnocchio, a puppet made of wood,
But I can be a real boy, if only I be good.
Geppetto and the Lady, fair, have made me free of strings,
But they want me to go to school and learn of boring things.
The cricket is a boring chap, he scolds me through the roof!
I do not want to stay at home, I've really had enough!
My father sold his coat for me to know my ABC's,
I guess that I will go to school; I caused his shiver-sneeze.
On my way to school today, I heard a jumpy song,
Followed it to a place where puppets act the whole day long.
The master wasn't very nice, he nearly had me burnt!
Only then did I know my wrongs; what
The Truth
It doesn't need a voice for you to hear it.
It doesn't need a face for you to see it.
It doesn't have a time limit for you to come to know it.
It is ageless.
It is the foundation.
It is what came before anything else, the basis upon which reality was born: the program upon which everything came into existence.
It is the beginning and the end, and also everything in between.
It is what happened in the past, and what will happen in the future.
It is the action and the reaction.
The sciences are its children.
The metaphysics; its art.
It is all things bright and beautiful, all things soft and wonderful.
It is all things dark and ug
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Christus resurrexit, alleluia!
Honestly, I love this day, because we get to sing all of my favorite Easter songs. Yesterday, during the Easter vigil mass, we got to sing Handel's Messiah with an organist accompanying us. We usually don't have an organist, even though we have an organ, so we were really happy the way it turned out. One of us recorded it, and it sounds professional. If he posts it online, I'll leave a link.
This morning, I had a problem finding something suitable to wear, so I pieced together all of the scarves from my collection which had easter egg colors, and pinned them around one of my plainer skirts. the result was a very brightly-colored, festive easter skirt. I'll take a picture of it later, before I remove the scarves. I pinned the scarves together five minutes before choir warmup, and I pinned the scarves to my skirt in the ten minutes before Mass began. For my last Easter at College, I felt I had to do something that people would remember.
Not that I'm an expert or anything. I had to leave my seat to fix the safety pins, because the scarves weren't all the same size, causing me to trip on it, and the weight of the scarves was pulling the skirt down...I basically had to pin my skirt to the shirt underneath my pullover in order to keep everything where I wanted it to be.
I managed to confuse my mother, who was wondering what on earth I was wearing as I walked up to receive the Eucharist, but she figured it out in the end.
Then the brunch afterwards was amazing. we had Quiche, Ham and Potatoes before desert, which was a buffet line of delicacies. They even had fresh, made-to-order crepes, courtesy of the Magdalen College kitchen crew. The centerpieces had white chocolate flowers sticking out of them, and my whole family was there.
But, honestly, even though I was happy-ecstatic really- to do all of this, I'm also glad that it is over, since I am looking forward to a good eight or ten hours of sleep tomorrow.
Next week, the college will set aside two days for quaestio discussions, in which we use the class times to discuss the senior Theses. Mine is entitled "Why Democracy fails". I know that many people may object to my argument, but that was intentional. Besides, it's kind of hard to discuss something if people are already in agreement about it. I want to hear why people think that Democracy can work, and why they object to something that goes against the political grain at the moment.
Aside from that, I will be on an extended leave of absence these next two weeks, because I am graduating on the first Saturday of May. Yikes. It still doesn't quite feel real, as if I'll wake up and discover that I'm just a freshman, and still have four awesome years left here. The staff and students are all so awesome that I hate to leave here!
But, I have things that I have to do, and it would be foolish of me to retake four years just because of how awesome they were. I could never afford it. If I did go back to school, it would probably be for art or animation, or teaching, or music, or different languages.
People keep asking me what I'm going to do after I graduate, and I have no solid answer. Is our future ever really that certain anyways? I haven't a clue. I'll most likely have to find a good-paying job to pay off my student loans before I consider anything else for a long time.
But I'm thinking of creating a bucket list, so that I have an idea of what I want to do after I finish paying off my loans-that is, if the economy hasn't totally crashed by then.
It is very likely that the next time you hear from me, I'll be a College graduate. Until two weeks from now~!