Diago's Here!!!!
Mood:  silly
Topic: Miscellaneous
hey, wassup, wha' 'appen(what's happenin') world of Narakus' web? lol ya right. I'm really really sorry I haven't poted in such a long time, I just didn't feel into it. Sometimes i would start typing my blog and just for some reason i just wasn't into typing anything, like I didn't have anything to say or something like that. But that's no excuse, I should have done a blog last wednesday about how Diago got to Canada. Right now i'm feeling so... many emotions at once, like HAPPINESS(which is for the most part), a little fear and paranoia mixed together(which is constant, inside anyways). Also, I'm feeling sadness because I haven't talked to my bf in almost 2 weeks or so, give or take a few days and sadly I'm a bit depressed because of it. I'm feeling so.. much more ,emotions than that, not just those, but i just don't wanna go into that. Well, on a happier note Diago's here, mums so... happy she's been and I quote "smiling so.. much that here cheeks hurt" and "He's actually here, Finally!!!". This picture is a tribute to Diago and our family. I bid thee good night, I'll do another blog soon. Hasta La Vista, me soon come ya hear? Tricia D-S ps. my musing/misc for now is: HAMLET "To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd." ~~~~ I'm sorry i just had to do that one since i did my own poem from this quote. ^_^ ^_~ >_< ~_~ @_@ by the way i meant posted not poted it wouldn't let me change it, oh well, later *_*