due to shows and having a life, i havent updated in a whole three days or so.

Note one: be like mulan; make decisions on your own and make them quickly when needed.

note two: stay away from shonsky if you're going to explode.

note three: it's incredible how stuck up people can be

note four: ignore all boy intrests. it will only get you in trouble.

note five: good job on not screwing all your lights up.

note six: go to bed so that

note seven: you can have fun at prom with mike.

btw i got a dress. it's black with three pink bow stripes at the top. eep...pink, drapery, bows?!?

okie sweet dreams all g'night.

DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! —An Ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime…
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, —
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori. (to die for the country is sweet and proper)

Are you a purple cow?