Quick thought...

I love the beach. It used to freak me out, and I'd get bored, but we went today and it was just beautiful. I was thinking I might like to live by the beach when I settle down, but then I remembered the whole hurricane thing... yeahh, not so good. So we'll see what happens. I'm still pretty gung-ho about moving to the city and getting an apartment after we all graduate. Alright, I think Mom is taking Elizabeth and me shopping (whoo!!), so I'll do the boring day update later. 

G'bye!

Oh drat, poem. Ummm... This is part of Randall Thompson's "Frostiana" Series. We sang it in high school, and I loved it, but we pretty much butchered it. Then Choir did it, and it was lovely.

"Choose Something Like a Star"

O star (the fairest one in sight),

We grant your loftiness the right

To some obscurity of cloud --

It will not do to say of night,

Since dark is what brings out your light.

Some mystery becomes the proud,

But to bee wholly taciturn

In your reserve is not allowed.

Say something to us we can learn 

By heart and when alone repeat.

Say something! And it says "I burn."

But say with what degree of heat.

Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.

Use language we can comprehend.

Tell us what elements you blend.

It gives us strangely little aid,

But does tell something in the end.

And steadfast as Keat's Eremite,

Not even stooping from its sphere,

It asks a little of us here.

It asks of us a certain height,

So when at times the mob is swayed,

To carry praise or blame too far,

We may choose something like a star

To stay our minds on and be staid.

--Robert Frost