the monday that ate me

[myurbandream]

so, i've really been thinking about that college thing now; it's kind of an impending doom/aniticipation feeling and i'm all jittery and tense over it. schools under consideration are: university of houston, concordia austin, ut austin, and rice (if i hear good news back from them this week). i've been kind of weighing pros and cons in my head over the past few days, and i'm still not to a definite conclusion. i have this feeling of momentum towards university of houston, but i don't want to say that it's set, because it's not by any means. i still have other options and there are definite reasons to go elsewhere, but if i had to decide today, i guess i would have to pick u of h. but anyway, i am tense as all get out over this decision. april 6th; so close and yet it's dragging it's feet, for which i'm grateful. i want until forever to decide, because this choice will change my life- literally.

and on an entirely different note, today was the monday from hell in ways which i cannot explain. *dies* my body is sore like owwie from this weekend, especially rymanos which was a huge success and also exhausting. and my knee is painful again, since i pulled it on saturday at work. well, i can tell anyone who asks exactly where their right distal quad tendon is now. *exasperated* on a good note, i got off class on friday so i can go to the presentation at church at 1:30, but on a bad note, friday evening is mr. mav and i've already got premonitions of disaster coming on. *depressed* yeesh.

april 1st! it's happening! stuff! busy! deadlines! *seppuku*

hey, look, poetry!!! this is actually one of our pieces for uil choir- imagine it set to music- it's pwe~etty.... ^___^ my fav song of this year for choir, pro'ly.

The Cloths of Heaven
from 'The Wind Among the Reeds' 1899
by William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths
Enwrought with golden and silver lights
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

mmm, so i'm going to go sleep now. oh, wait, no i can't; i have homework. dang. *seppuku* i need to get a new icon. an angry icon. mmmmmm.... or a sad icon. or both. *mumbles*

Comments

[songofknives.livejournal.com]

Yeats is a interesting read. My favorite is still Johnathan Swift. I need sleep as well, I got Cashier Training at Super Target tomorrow morning from 9am to 1 pm, crazy cause I was hired to do Cart Attending. And thanks for commenting on my lj, it's good to know someone understands my situation.