Disturbia

Should I be disturbed? According to Angie, forks are sexually attractive...!

I tried changing the templates just now, and nothing. Nothing worked, or even made an attempt to work. Maybe I'm the problem.

Or maybe I should've joined LiveJournal instead, and saved myself a whole passel of problems...but who's to say that LiveJournal has the same issues, or even more? I think I'll stick to Blogger.

I did not lose my heart in summer's even,

When roses to the moonrise burst apart;

When plumes were under heel and lead was flying,

In blood and smoke and flame I lost my heart.

I lost it to a soldier and a foeman,

A chap that did not kill me, but he tried;

That took the sabre straight and took it striking

And laughed and kissed his hand to me and died.

--A. E. Housman

I think the saddest word of tongue and pen is not "It might have been," but "It was and then it died." So take that, John Greenleaf Whittier!

I saw a shooting star for the first time in my life while celebrating New Year's with my best friend. Did you notice how Disney never specified (at least, I'm pretty sure they didn't) what

kind of star we're supposed to wish upon? Do shooting stars give brownie points? Does size really matter? What if the star is part of a constellation, or has a name?

There should be a National Chicken Day. Heaven knows there are enough of them in the world, so why not celebrate? And we should sport hats like so:

And maybe eat corn for dinner and lay proverbial eggs. Or just have them for breakfast, although I'm not sure if that would ruin the point.

Oh. In case I haven't mentioned it before, I'll probably never write anything seriouly worth reading. This is just a journal away from journal. More like the psychotic ramblings of a

deranged teenager--which is what I seriously considered calling my blog, but then found the other couple verses of "Hallelujah," by Leonard Cohen. For a song with innuendo crammed into every line, it's not bad. Not bad at all. :}

That was a custom smiley. It's very versatile, too. Easily flipped to form "mustached smiley," like so:

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Do you realize that it's only 5:34? That leaves me five full hours (maybe less, depending on the mood) to post and re-post to my heart's content.

After typing that last sentence and pondering it for a good five seconds, I've realized that I'll probably be on here a lot.

Already, my brain is humming with future post ideas (e.g. Blogthings, interesting lyrics, that iTunes shuffle quiz that is so fun to take and never grows old, my tree theory).

Ok. I'm done.

No, wait.

One more picture. I can't resist.

Well, maybe more than one. Anyway, this is my life's motto:

And these other two are set to WW2 slogans and Band of Brothers pictures:

Ok. NOW I am gone.