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Blah. And poetry.
Apr. 5th, 2010 02:31 pmI seem to have brought home some sort bug home from spring break. My disease-catching skills know no bounds, apparently, as I spent break hiding in my parents' apartment, trying (and failing) to do homework. 'Course, I also didn't get as much sleep as I should have last night... figures. Guess I really do need to exercise almost every day to keep my insomnia under control... and also stop doing homework after dinner. Seriously, my wind-down time after homework (after anything, really, but especially homework) is insane. I quit mucking around with pleather (more on that later) around 7pm, but still only five-and-a-half hours of sleep. :P So. Called in, kinda-sorta napped, am now watching Quantum of Solace and mustering energy to do something productive with my inadvertent day off.
Right, mucking about with pleather. I'm designing the rapier frogs & belts for our campus' production of Romeo & Juliet. EEEEEEE! \o/ It's going to be so awesome! I'm making pleather prototypes/mock-ups at home now, then once I get feedback from the director and the costume designer, I'll be in the shop doing for reals leatherworking. :)
Also, I'm told that this is National Poetry Month, or something? Well, given that, I did get a shiny old copy of the Complete Poems of Robert Frost (hardback, 1949 edition, 1964 printing) last weekend (for a dollar!!), and there was a paperclip on this page:
THE PASTURE
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may)
I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.
The farm I was raised on, although cowless for all my lifetime, has a spring out in the woods by the pasture. It gets all clogged up with leaves, and needs to be raked out around this time of year. So I thought this was a good poem to find a random paperclip attached to. :)
Right, mucking about with pleather. I'm designing the rapier frogs & belts for our campus' production of Romeo & Juliet. EEEEEEE! \o/ It's going to be so awesome! I'm making pleather prototypes/mock-ups at home now, then once I get feedback from the director and the costume designer, I'll be in the shop doing for reals leatherworking. :)
Also, I'm told that this is National Poetry Month, or something? Well, given that, I did get a shiny old copy of the Complete Poems of Robert Frost (hardback, 1949 edition, 1964 printing) last weekend (for a dollar!!), and there was a paperclip on this page:
THE PASTURE
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may)
I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long.--You come too.
The farm I was raised on, although cowless for all my lifetime, has a spring out in the woods by the pasture. It gets all clogged up with leaves, and needs to be raked out around this time of year. So I thought this was a good poem to find a random paperclip attached to. :)
