Wistful Writings and Wonderings

. . . I found again in the heart of a friend.  So many truths in such musical, lilting verse. *sigh* A master... a pure, incredible genius. If I ever decided that poetry was my primary form of writing, he would be my patron saint. Who is it, you may ask? Well, if you don't remember that lovely couplet, perhaps you'll recognize some titles:  The Song of Hiawatha The Village Blacksmith Arrow and the Song Psalm of Life Paul Revere's Ride Anything? Well, that would be Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Ever since I first loved poetry, I have adored this man's writing. those five listed are just five of about 174(I think) pieces, including poems and epic(that means really, really long, just FYI) poems. I have not read nearly all of them, though I'm working on it.  I don't want this to be a research paper, but here's a little bit of background on the poet (I did use this guy for a couple of assignments, so I know some stuff. I'll try to just su

Oh, dear goodness I am exhausted. I just had a very full weekend and tomorrow is gonna be super packed too. However, I felt as though I needed to write something, and so here I am. For lack of a better topic- or maybe I'm just so out of it right now I don't have enough mental strength to think that hard- it's time for the awkward small talk about the weather. Well, I mean, hopefully it's not that awkward. But it is actually about the weather. The weird thing though, is that in Waynesburg, the weather takes on a deeper meaning than small talk; it is an actual topic of concern, dismay, and confusion to all who experience it. The only thing that is predictable about Waynesburg weather is Rain Day, a day upon which almost every year, it rains. Oh, and if I recall correctly, last year it didn't. So there you go. For instance, I'll tell you about this past week. Thursday, I was wearing a cute t-shirt top, a little skirt and flip flops. It was beautifully sunny all

Well, I told you all about my wonderful brothers; I am a lucky duck. So, I thought that logically another thing to talk about would be my sisters! Well, mostly just my next oldest sister, since I spend the most time around her. I actually have . . . six sisters. Six sisters and four brothers. yeah. But the thing is that we've never all lived together in one house, or even, really, in one state; even if we had, our ages range from early forties to 18, so it's quite a span of years. Due to that and poor communications over the years, I regrettably do not know my oldest three very well, though I hope to remedy that in coming years. The next two, even, I have never gotten to know terribly well, as they were all grown up, married, and moved away before I was ten. Don't get me wrong, I love them all dearly anyway, and I miss them and wish I could see them more, but for now, the one I know best is my next oldest sister, Elisia. : ) First off, it's pronounced ee-lee-sha. I

DOOOWEEEOOOOOOOO . . . VWORP VWORP VWORP "Fantastic" "Allon-sy!" "Bowties are cool." Okay, if you don't recognize any of these quotes/ sound effects I just quoted, then, my dear, you have something delightful in store. If you DO recognize them, then you already know the excellence that is Doctor Who.  : )  I was inspired for this post because I just watched the newest episode "The Rings of Akhenaten." Not gonna lie, I was a little confused (though honestly, I don't know if the writers know what's going on half the time either), but enjoyed it and am loving the new companion, Clara. There is a whole lot to say about this show, and believe me, I will bring it up again, and possibly even write whole other posts about it. But for now we'll see what happens. I'll try not to say too much in the way of plot points just in case there's an episode you've not seen and prefer to be surprised (I know I do). I'