Thursday, April 2, 2009

i missed blogging :)

its another rainy overcast day, but im okay with that. it makes everything greener and keeps the pollen down smiley_big_grin Pictures, Images and Photos

i am a chipotle addict. i cant get enough of it. and its just my luck, there is NO CHIPOTLE in fayetteville sad Pictures, Images and Photos the closest one is in raleigh, an hour away Sad Smiley Pictures, Images and Photos. of course neither mitch nor myself wants to drive that far just for some matter how delicious they may be...mmm, guacamole.....i even dreamed we went to chipotle last night. man i can almost taste it...a burrito bol with rice, black beans, steak, corn salsa, sour cream, cheese, lettuce and guac...oh man, this sucks.

so most of you know that i have very varied taste in music. i can listen to pretty much anything. one of my current favorites right now is a band called mediæval bæbes. they formed in the mid-90's and they play music from medieval times. the lyrics are in languages such as middle english and medieval french, to name a few. the music is so different from anything that is out right now, and i think thats part of its appeal. its a refreshing change of pace, from the crazy world we live in to a much simpler time.


i am a fan of poetry (god i just cant seem to stop writing today Lol smiley Pictures, Images and Photos). so heres one of my favorites. i want to get this tattooed on my left hip, with a tiger superimposed over it.

the tyger
by william blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?