WORD. le... :-) !!!

If you haven't checked out "Wordle", you definitely should! I love it! It's a really fun program used to make the above really amazing, "word clouds." These three are just some of the many I've made, mom says I'm addicted. I'm not, it's just one of those so "novelish" gadgets! These wordles are my common application essay, my novel "Home" and my story "Shattering Glass". You enter the text and it pulled out the most common words (minus things like the, as, is, etc) and makes them sized according to how often they appear. You can adjusted how scrambled the words are as well as the percentage of vertical to horizontal or just all over the place! You can also adjust the colors, background and words it's really really fun! Check it out! http://www.wordle.net

Curses

I'm not over-tired, just overly fed up. Ovaries are evidently somewhere in the range of grape-sized perhaps that's why they whine so much. HA HA HA. Not funny. I can't really get out of bed unless absolutely necessary because of the pain, joy joy. CURSE YOU OVARIES! More specifically the left one and the incredible trouble you continue to cause when I should have just told them to take you out SO THERE! "they" however are to blame too, "they" are terrible and can hardly be called doctors. I really am bitchy at the moment, if you couldn't tell, but even if I was less hormonal I'd still not advise their care. Patients are just generic to them because they could care less what is happening with me, I won't go on with examples, mother has forbidden "stressing, it makes your tummy worse." 0.o

Aye. I just am asking for a break, a mere day or two of school, yes school. Normalcy. Boring ole', normalcy. Being caught up with work and just marching along with the daily grind of homework and violin practice. PLEASE! I haven't played in forever...but currently, not being being able to sit up...is a large factor in that fact.

I bet this is a thrill to read, I bet anyone who had even begun has stopped by now... not that I intend to have readers, so that's my big hint to shut up and move on, at least from the blog rant.

Best of luck bloglings, in all that life chucks at your head with incredible force.

Two Roads Diverged

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim

because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equallly lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh, I saved the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somwhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that, has made all the difference."

My favorite poem and so incredibly meaningful in my life. I know it seems privy to say that poems can be written about your life when writing is really only meant for the author to know and readers to pretend to know, but sometimes it really feels that way. Things have been rough and it is times like then that I have to remember that being on the rougher path only makes me the stronger individual.

Life is no walk in the park, sometimes, for some people, it can be, but me, I'm not on that grassy previusly worn path where you can always know what is ahead. I personally think that a more dangerous path because you believe you can see what is coming and then the unexpected pebble makes you fall down...and you take that much longer to get up. Those of us, on the rougher road, know it is unsafe to think we have things figured out or that we're in a "good stretch", to take things as they come and always be ready for a fight. I cry about it sometimes but a blog like this is important because I wouldn't want it another way really, because ignorance isn't bliss. Ignorance is ignorance and it is a nasty terrible thing. :-p

POL: Poetry OuT LoUd

I'm super pumped for tomorrow and everyone else should be too. Okay...well no. Everyone should however be able to get excited about poetry, that's why I'm excited. Tomorrow I'm competing at the school level for Poetry Out Loud. http://poetryoutloud.org/ I got a perfect score at the class-room level and am really hoping to advance to the regional/state competition. This folks is HARDCORE poetry. In short the national endowment for the arts and the poetry foundation put on a huge ordeal trying to get people to understand and appreciate the artistry of poems. The point isn't the poem, it's the person and their words. Portrayal. It's all about the portrayal, conveying understanding, confidence and the proper amount of dramatics to bring the author's intentions to light. It's a rush, quite honestly. So I put fourth a challenge to you; if you are of age and have no before competed, DO IT. I'm not saying you'll end up in D.C with the $20,000 <--- Oh yea... the "grand champion" gets that... ha, but the experience is quite fascinating and FUN. One should fill their life with risks and such experiences so embrace it and as always SUPPORT THE ARTS in every shape and form. (-=

oh! and don't own the image rights btw... no harm intended ;-)

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Saturday I came home from a day out to see a giant envolope in the mail box, a giant envolope from Bennington College. A giant envolope inviting me to attend Bennington college. EEEP!