concentration concentrating

This weekend i have been thinking alot about what i want to do my concentration on. i know that some people already know what they want to do (coucg cough karen cough) so i have been spending some of my time thinking about ideas that really matter to me. yes i know that politics are important and all to me and so is the environment, but that just seems to generic. i also really like the idea about doing something that involves the female form. that could be really cool. because, no offense, but women are so much prettier than most things, they are round or flat or lumpy or smooth, they very in color, shape and size. so i think that something that has something to do with women would be really cool but i have nooooo idea what else to do. i guess i need to think on it a bit more.

MY Lyrics

On the Street where you live
I have often walked down this street before;
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I Several stories high.
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour Out of ev'ry door?
No, it's just on the street where you live!
And oh! The towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near.
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear!
People stop and stare. They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.

i dont know why but this song has always appealed to me somehow. i have always loved the soft crooner style and this song exemplifies that. it is from the movie my fair lady, which is a pretty entertaining movie. My favorite version is the one Dean Martin sings, although i also like Perry Como's version, but then again i just like him.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.

This is my favorite poem, again i am not sure why it appeals to me. but in 3rd grade we were told to memorize a poem, and i picked this one. since then i have never been able to get this poem out of my head. which is why i think it is my favorite. but as a side note i just like Robert Frost's poems in general. he is able to intertwine nature with human emotions very easily in a unique and complex way. this poem is not exception. i think that Robert Frost was a very talented poet.

5 Fav Photos

Ok so now that my blog actually works i think that i would like to attempt to upload my 5 favorite photos from our A-Z project... Et Voila!! here they are, complete with stairs, donuts, and bromance!

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My blog works!!!