"Yeah, I thought something didn't look right."
~My bro, after I pointed out that I had just got my hair cut. Gotta love brothers.
September 28, 2007
September 24, 2007
Satisfying accomplishments of the day
1. Teaching someone how to easily and neatly fold up a fitted sheet.
2. Figuring out how to number the first 3 pages of a report in MS Word with roman numerals and then the rest of them (starting at 1 again) with regular numbers.
Some may say "sad", but I prefer to think of it as being able to enjoy the simple things that others might pass by.
2. Figuring out how to number the first 3 pages of a report in MS Word with roman numerals and then the rest of them (starting at 1 again) with regular numbers.
Some may say "sad", but I prefer to think of it as being able to enjoy the simple things that others might pass by.
September 16, 2007
resonance...
Main Entry: res·o·nance
Pronunciation: 're-z&-n&n(t)s, 'rez-n&n(t)s
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English resonaunce, from Middle French resonance, from resoner to resound
2.d) a quality of evoking response...
Funny how some songs seem to have so much at certain times.
I've tried so hard my dear to show
that you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do
is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past
keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
Another love before my time
made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now
for things I didn't do
In anger unkind words are said
that make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
There was a time when I believed
that you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled
to a memory
The more I learn to care for you
the more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
Pronunciation: 're-z&-n&n(t)s, 'rez-n&n(t)s
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English resonaunce, from Middle French resonance, from resoner to resound
2.d) a quality of evoking response...
Funny how some songs seem to have so much at certain times.
I've tried so hard my dear to show
that you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do
is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past
keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
Another love before my time
made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now
for things I didn't do
In anger unkind words are said
that make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
There was a time when I believed
that you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled
to a memory
The more I learn to care for you
the more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold cold heart
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