I am a little British Church

Ah! Hello! Today has been a good day.

Ahem. Before I rant, I'd like to wish Major Winters a Happy 91st Birthday, and many more.

He's my hero, you know. The human one, anyway.

Today was great! I loved it. My notebook is four pages fuller, the bag of chips on the printer is half-empty, and the Edge is captainless no longer.

AND--I am 70% British.

You Are 70% British

Congrats, mate. You're are probably British. (If not, definitely Australian. Or Kiwi. Or Canadian.) You enjoy most aspects of mainstream British culture, without being stereotypical about it. You also have a typical British temperament. You wouldn't dream of being impolite.

How British Are You?

So I'd say that today's been pretty productive. I've organized some of my work for the past school semester and ate some steak.

So I'm feeling dandy...sort of like candy.

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

--e e cummings