A blade of blue

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night. -Robert Frost
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Monday, March 21, 2005

I have been in the writing center for the past FOUR FREAKING HOURS working on this stupid postmodernism handout. I figured that since I knew what I wanted to talk about and understood the material, that it would only take me a couple of hours to put together the outline/handout for tomorrow complete with notes for me. Aparently I was sorely mistaken. I'm only half way done and Chris didn't bring his outline notes like he was supposed to, so even after I finish my outline, I still have to blend his outline with it after he e-mails it to me "later tonight" ... whenever that'll be. ARGH! But you don't come here to hear me complain about how crappy my life is... actually, yes you do. I will however try to make my next post something more amusing and interesting.

joanna An outpouring of the brilliance that is me recorded at 8:04 PM

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