pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.

pencils, sharpie's and drawing pads are getting to me~

well everyone i know has got a reason.to say, put the past away

the birthday boythe clown =)the awesome pressie. I WANT IT SO BADLY!!voila. isn't it just the adorable-est thingbut look! this lil item is for sale and ian doesn't own it yet. and christmas is on the wayyyy *hints*the birthday song sung

anywayyy, the day out with le boyfriend was alright. despite the numerous times of underestimation, no surprise that a surprise was in store

sigh...=). this is gonna sound so old but to hell with it. i love him.

going outta my head, lost in a fairytale

one art

the art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

lose something every day. accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

the art of losing isn't hard to master.

then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. none of these will bring disaster

i lost my mother's watch. and look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

the art of losing isn't hard to master.

i lost two cities, lovely ones. and, vaster,

some realms i owned, two rivers, a continent.

i miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture i love)

i shan't have lied. it's evident

the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (write it!) like disaster.

~elizabeth bishop