Leaving on a jet plane.....

I got a place ticket for spring break! Me and Brooke are officially going to Washington D.C. for 10 days to visit my sister Sara and her friend Katie! We will going to as many history sites as physical possible and possibly road trip it to Boston and Philadelphia. Lucky for us Sara will be on spring break too and will get run around to all the sites with us. I couldn't be more excited!!! D.C. here we come.....

I fear....

I fear that one night, while I am sleeping, my bed will completely break from under me and give me a heart attack. I have had a few close calls lately (as you can see). It has always seemed a bit unstable and really squeeky and now I see why. Please make it until May little bed.....

Day dreaming.....

I wish I was there.... so much that I have already started swimsuit shopping...

Sadly it is still January,

Summer please come soon.

Emily Dickinson

My sophmore year of High School I was required to analyze the poetry of Emily Dickinson. This was a dreaded assignment, one that was feared. We were given a packet of poems that we were required to annotate and find the central theme. I spent hours on this assignment...looking up words to try to find their hidden meaning. All of what she had to say seemed like nonsense...

I did alright on the assignment. I think I got a B if I recall.. not ideal, but I accepted that. After that experience I vowed I would never read another another Emily Dickinson Poem.....

Today was my first day of classes for spring semester. For my major I am required to take an American literature class. The first assignment was Emily Dickinson. Don't worry it was not just a few of her poems..... There are 10 pages of these bad boys. You would think since my sophmore year of high school I would be wiser and could comprehend at least a portion of her poetry..... Nope.... Still have no idea what she is talking about even after reading the 5 page introduction on her life.
Here is a sample of her work.

It was not death, for I stood up,
And all the dead lie down;
It was not night, for all the bells
Put out their tongues, for noon.

It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt siroccos crawl,--
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.

And yet it tasted like them all;
The figures I have seen
Set orderly, for burial,
Reminded me of mine,

As if my life were shaven
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key;
And 't was like midnight, some,

When everything that ticked has stopped,
And space stares, all around,
Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,
Repeal the beating ground.

But most like chaos,--stopless, cool,--
Without a chance or spar,--
Or even a report of land
To justify despair.

Most likely brilliant... I just don't know what it is saying?????

I've been a pretty lame blogger lately... But not to much has been happening. I survived finals! Things were pretty hectic between working almost full time and school, but I managed to keep somewhat sane.

I spend a lot of time working aka making bows. For a while I wasn't particularly loving my job with some of the changes that were being made, but lately I have grown to really like slash love it. (I got my own bow maker and clip for christmas so I could make them from home if I wanted to. Thank you santa!) Bow making has become quite fun and I have gotten pretty good at it. Not to mention I have gotten to know the girls I work with pretty well and we have become a tight knit group. I think I will continue to work there over the summer and onto next school year.
Besides work I have been spending the break with these lovely faces...