Aaaah! It's such a nice feeling to have the weight of an essay lifted off your chest, isn't it? I love the feeling of knowing you did your very best and now all you have to do is find a stapler that has staples in it, hand the now-stapled essay in, and find how how good your very best actually is. :) Now it's 10:30pm and as I've just recently eaten a bowl of sugar-blasted Haagan-Dazs ice cream, I'm ready to go for a run around the building! Or maybe run around it "50 million" times!!! (Honours Social Science inside joke ;P ) Well, I really ought to go to bed now, big Tim Hortons' gift certificate shopping trip tomorrow, gotta be rested up for that! TTFN
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A Picture of Me and Cousins
I took this picture on Sunday after lunch.
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
This is my all-time favourite winter poem, by Robert Frost.
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though,
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though,
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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