Happy Days and Poetry

Things that make me happy:

--Leftover curry

--my red chords

--funny people

--good friends

--the wonderful fact that I don't have to dance the waltz tonight

--driving by myself

--the fact that I get math

--funny blogs

--POEMS

Ok, so I would usually say that I'm a poem gal... but I'm kind-of turning into one.

Here's a poem that I read last night:

Dreamland

By: Lewis Carol

When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away.
The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender,
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.
But here, in Dreamland's centre,
No spoiler's hand may enter,
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.
I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.

Don't you like that? Well, you should.

SOTD:

This video is WONDERFUL.

All these happy things are sort-of canceling out the fact that I have a history chapter to do, a performance tonight, and a cold! Fun!