Saturday, February 27, 2010

i need a puppy

I love dogs. I love them so much.  Sometimes, they are better than people, because they just listen. And then you can get the best hugs and cuddles from them. And they can at least pretend to look like they care, unlike cats...I want a dog so so so so so badly, but chances are I won't get one for a looooooong time.
But when I do, I am so getting two, and naming them:
Tybalt (pronounced tibalt).  Not that it's an especially great name, or that he is the best character in Romeo & Juliet, (that would be Mercutio) or that he has any really great lines, because he doesn't. No, it's the fact that its Tybalt, said tibalt.
How do you spell that? T-Y-B-A-L-T. Tie-balt? NO. Tib-alt.
Here Tybalt.. good Tybalt.

And doggie number two: Ganesh.
In India, somewhere between Agra and Jaipur, at a rest stop with giftshop selling overpriced merchandise, I found a comic book. It was called The Adventures of Ganesh: That Wacky Little Trickster.  How much I wish I had overpaid for it, you will never know.  The consolation I found was that hey wait! That would be a great name for a dog! So, doggie #2 will answer to Ganesh, and that wacky little trickster.

Shutter Island was great! I highly recommend seeing it. Actually, I recommend seeing it twice! I saw it with my dad and one of my best friends, and through the varying tastes in movies, we all came out impressed, yet slightly puzzled.  Hence the see it twice part! Hope your weekend is going good, and you have a good week!  Wish us luck in our first game this year in Valencia!

Saturday, February 6, 2010


Sonnet for English Class

High above our heads dost thou swiftly rise.
Thou art a shimmer in the heavens blue,
But thy woe shows when tears rain from thy eyes.
We can’t fix thy problems, nor pay thy dues.
Far from grace did thee tumble to end here,
Stuck to spend this morrow edging the shade.
So thou climb’st up, and the light dost near.
The dark consumes all, but thou will not fade.
Thy foes pull thee down, but thou won’t concede,
Ne’r wilt thou follow them; bid them adieu.
Thou hast struggled, but won’t succumb to greed.
Thou journey’st hence, not so high as thee flew.
As night approaches, and dark surrounds thee,
Thy feet art grounded, but thy mind is free.

Notice the Shakespearian language ;D

~molly (: