Zooey Deschanel & Joseph Gordon-Levitt
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
A Very Noble Steed and Saving The Universe
So every once in a while I get in this mood so to speak. It's a "paper cutting" mood. Weird, I know. Well, yesterday I had the sudden urge to cut some paper. Of course, this was probably brought on by my avid reading of Color Me Katie's blog (which is amazing by the way). Anyway, I decided I would take some construction paper to school and sit there after classes were over and make something. Well, my friends and I ended up making a story. Here's how it goes:
It all started with a king and a noble steed.
Then we decided that the king needed a knight. The king gifted the knight with his noble steed (such a great act of kindness).
However, the brave knight could not save the Universe all by himself. He's only a small paper man, after all. So he decided to call in some reinforcements...
It all started with a king and a noble steed.
Then we decided that the king needed a knight. The king gifted the knight with his noble steed (such a great act of kindness).
However, the brave knight could not save the Universe all by himself. He's only a small paper man, after all. So he decided to call in some reinforcements...
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Churning Waters
Sometimes you aren't sure of exactly what to do. Have you ever experienced that feeling? I'm sure you have as uncertainty is a necessary part of life. But I hate the feeling of being unsure. I'm sure this phase will pass, but right now it's so daunting! I feel like I need to decide so many things RIGHT NOW. Everyone tells me I still have time. Don't worry. But I'm a worrier...this is why I have to listen to positive music to keep me upbeat. :D
“If” by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man my son!
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