Memorizing poetry.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
'Tis some visitor' I muttered 'Tapping at my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor
Eargerly I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore
Nameless here forevermore

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
This it is and nothing more.'

Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer
'Sir' said I 'Or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore,
For the fact is I was napping and so gently you came rapping
And so lightly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door
That I scarce was sure I heard you'- here I threw wide the door-
Darkness there, and nothing more


That's all I've got memorized of Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven but I'm working on getting the whole thing. I've also got the last stanza memorized

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
Upon the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamplight oe'r him casts his shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow there
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

I just thought I ought to post a picture of my new-and-improved purple and pink hair.

I also have some books to reccomend: Dress Your Family in Cordouroy and Denim and Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris. He has become one of my favorite writers as of recently. He's pure genius. Really. The guy's like some kind of god. READ THE BOOKS OR SPONTANIOUSLY COMBUST!

I'm in love with my new shoes

Well, technically they're not that new, I bought them awhile ago, then I thought they hurt my feet so I gave them to my aunt, and then I realized it wasn't the shoes and asked for them back. So, I spent some time decorating them today since I'm home sick from school (I kind of feel like I'm going to implode, so I'm very glad I'm not at school) and now the shoes are awesoooome.
I will take a picture.
Beautiful. I am proud of me.



In case you can't tell, on the side of the one with the star laces it says "With our hairdryers aimed heavenwards and 50-foot extention cords, you really have a way with words." which is a quote from the Dresden Dolls song "Mrs. O".

First day of school yesterday

Yeah, yesterday was the first day of school. I've got almost all of my classes with my two best friends, so it's pretty ok. I just don't like the homework. My algebra teacher gave a regular homework assignment on the first day, that is absolutely no fair. We're not supposed to have any homework on the first day. Bleehhh.

Another picture of my hair for yous.

Yeah, it's definately gonna be purple.
I AM SOOOO EXCITED TO GET MY HAIR DYED.
I'm tired.
School starts soon.
How on earth did I get into John-the-evil-saidistic-satanist's lit circle class again? Agh.