AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I have read about 1000 pages over the last 4 days! Geez my eyes are tired! That's 2 350 page novels, 5 chapters in various books and some art reviews. ACK! It's the first week of classes I'm not supposed to have to work this hard! Ok sorry, just venting... back to the grind.... 150 more pages to go.... :'( That pretty much sums up what I feel right about now...
tJ (Who is desperately trying to find the other half of his head)
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omg lol i had to read a book that had like 500 pages in 2 days i was up till 2 in the mornin readin before i had to go to my skool to test on it lol
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<span style=\'font-family:Times\'Something told the wild geese
It was tine to go
Through the fields lay golden
Something wispered- "SNOW"
Leaves were green and stirring
Berries,luster-glossed
But beneath the warm feathers
Something cautioned- "FROST"
All the sagging orchards
Steamed With amber spice
But each wild breast stiffened
At rembered ice
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly-
Summer sun was on their wings
Winter in their cry
It was tine to go
Through the fields lay golden
Something wispered- "SNOW"
Leaves were green and stirring
Berries,luster-glossed
But beneath the warm feathers
Something cautioned- "FROST"
All the sagging orchards
Steamed With amber spice
But each wild breast stiffened
At rembered ice
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly-
Summer sun was on their wings
Winter in their cry