"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Earplugs are Amazing

~I have often lamented that we cannot close our ears with as much ease as we can our eyes.
~Richard Steele

In the spirit of catching up, I am blogging one more time today.

First, earplugs are amazing. The end.

Second, I just organized a whole bunch of my writings from high school. Well, all from high school. I still have to print off everything from college. All my poetry and short stories and braided essays... it's exciting! It's so cool to see them all piled together in a binder. I've read through a lot of them as I printed them off a few weeks ago. Some are a lot better than I would have expected. Haha, and then some are just really not so great.

I was thinking I'd post one of my poems or something on here but I think I've put most of the best ones on here before-or they're printed in the Literary Magazine. And I am feeling a little too lazy to go through and find a good one I haven't shared and then try to find the file on my computer-seriously, I lose those ones!

So maybe sometime this week... we'll see.

I'm not looking forward to this week. I have SO much to do and two tests and three papers and memorization and lots of reading and studying and real life things to do as well... But I'm feeling pretty motivated to get things going tomorrow. Mondays can turn out to be pretty good days depending on how productive I am. If I manage to get a good chunk of the week's work done-then I feel pretty good about myself.

Hm, ever get sick of your own vocabulary? I've noticed lately that I say "pretty good" a lot. That's always my response. So it doesn't sound quite as negative as I may feel but it also covers me in case things get worse cuz it wasn't just "good." Interesting...


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