What The?

Over the past week I have discovered that people are strange, their habits, actions and even the structure of sentences change depending on your relationship with them. Let me clarify by relationship I don't mean dating etcetera, friendship also plays a big part in this strangeness.

For example, one person that I have gotten close to has barley changed at all, I know that we are closer in the sense of friends (thats all I'm after because well they have the wrong bits for me to be intrested in ;) ) and yet their attitude has barley changed, we share a little more and are our true selves around each other which is fantastic.

What I fail to understand is why some people change so much more then others... I mean seriously hardly anything else changes, the aspects of the friendship don't change and yet major personality shift tends to occur. Latly I have been trying to figure out what someone is thinking, should I ask?

Honestly I don't find many people who like to talk about he personal side of their life unless they are really close to the person they are talking to, so not as easy as it sounds... you try and get close to someone and they freak out and have a major personality shift.

Hrm, odd it appears I'm drunk and writing about absolutely nothing of relevance, I think I shall call it here and quit while I'm a head or rather a slightly drunk twenty two year old....

Take 2 (Rainbow)

It appears once again the monster takes control, it has been but a day yet this page yerns for more.

Although late the moon has not yet begun it's decent as it had on last nights entry, there is time yet to make an entry and escape the foul beasts embrace.

The dishes are done, the clothes are washed and the ealier evenings events have all but unfolded. Let us then enter another poem I favour written by one;


William Wordsworth

The Poem is adaptly named "My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold a Rainbow" or simply "Rainbow" for short. Relax and enjoy the feelings of a man, feelings that seem to have exploded through his fingers.

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky.
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
so be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

The beast seems content to rest for a time, It appears however that it has a taste for poetry, an offer of a new poem at least once a week should satisfy it's hunger. With these thoughts I slip away into a land of Shakespearian dreams.

Let there be light!

Well now this is a first for one such as myself, never before have I attempted to construct such a monstrosity that is this blog. It may not be a monstrosity as of yet, however given time and patience it will grow into something I may come to adore.

Already the distractions grow, the time spent creating this page was previously devoted to the re-arrangement of my room. A quick glance would show the job only half done, objects of worth and interest lay abandoned and unplaced, strewn about the chamber forgotten.

It is rather late so rather then banter pointlessly as I have above I'll get straight to the point of my first post.

I recently visited my former high school on a whim to visit old acquaintances or teachers as some would call them. Shortly after arrival I hovered outside my old English classroom in a sense eavesdropping on their lesson, thats when the words took hold. The teacher who I can't name at this time recited one of my most favorite Sonnets;

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,

Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;

And for the peace of you I hold such strife

As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found;

Now proud as an enjoyer and anon

Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,

Now counting best to be with you alone,

Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure;

Sometime all full with feasting on your sight

And by and by clean starved for a look;

Possessing or pursuing no delight,

Save what is had or must from you be took.

Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,

Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

I would hope that upon reading the sonnet you would be able to pick the author. For those unable to place the name he would be referred to as one;

William Shakespeare

I can't say how far I traveled down memory lane after hearing those words, suffice to say It was to my earlier years.

Enough rambling it's getting late, I sought to create my first ever blog entry and have done just that however boring it may be.

I'll finish this post off with yet another of my favorite sonnets;

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,

The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;

But then begins a journey in my head,

To work my mind, when body's work's expired:

For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,

Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,

And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,

Looking on darkness which the blind do see

Save that my soul's imaginary sight

Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,

Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,

Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.

Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,

For thee and for myself no quiet find.