So...I thought I'd update this bitch. Actually, I thought i'd update for the Xanga hoes but xanga is apparently down right now.
Anyway...things have been pretty amazing lately. Despite the stress from the end of the year. My last final starts in 40 minutes but all I have to write about is Ogden Nash. Who is my favorite poet of all time. If you've never read any Ogden Nash Poems....here are some for your enjoyment.
The Lama
The one-l lama,
He's a priest.
The two-l llama,
He's a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn't any
Three-l lllama.
The Turtle
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.
The Abominable Snowman
I’ve never seen an abominable snowman,
I’m hoping not to see one,
I’m also hoping, if I do,
That it will be a wee one.
The Ostrich
The ostrich roams the great Sahara.
Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra.
It has such long and lofty legs,
I'm glad it sits to lay its eggs.
The Purist
I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
"You mean," he said, "a crocodile."
Reflection on a Wicked World
Purity
Is obscurity.
Everybody Tells Me Everything
I find it very difficult to enthuse
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens,
And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.
Celery
Celery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.
The Centipede
I objurgate the centipede,
A bug we do not really need.
At sleepy-time he beats a path
Straight to the bedroom or the bath.
You always wallop where he’s not,
Or, if he is, he makes a spot.
The Cow
The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other, milk.
My Dream
This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.
Further Reflections on Parsley
Parsley
Is gharsley.
Now if you don't like Ogden Nash...I feel bad for your soul. Because he's pretty much amazing in his own weird way. He was the first person to be on a stamp with the word 'sex' on it. (Refer to the turtle poem)
Besides Ogden Nash, i've been pretty happy with life lately. My boyfriend just proves to me more and more every day how amazing he is. I just can't help but wonder what the hell I did to deserve such a wonderful person in my life. Walking down the street, people probably look at us holding hands and thing "Wow...look at that really hot guy! What's that next to him?" Well, that or, "Wow, that guy's not gay?" Haha, yeah. Dan is pretty. And I make fun of him a lot. It's a wonder he still likes me. :-) Anyway, i'll stop rambling about Dan and Ogden (my two favorite men even though Ogden is dead) now.
TIME TO GO TO MY FINAL! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Current Mood: 
I like Dan and Ogden!Current Music: Sense Field
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Yay.
cold
exhausted
silly
dirty
can't wait for tonight!
at work