"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Monday, June 11, 2007

Carpe Noctem!

Yes, that means "seize the night." Who honestly cares about the day? Nothing to seize. The night is so much more tempting...

Speaking of strange garbled phrases, I felt like showing off: I'm learning Latin. Actually, I stand corrected: I'm sort of learning Latin. Kind of like watching Dora the Explorer and claiming to be studying Spanish.

For now, Thena and I are grabbing random phrases and memorizing, learning how to form simple sentences and say poetic things like "While I breathe, I hope" and "You can break me, but not bend me" [Dum spiro, spero... Frangas, non flectes. For the record.].

Pathetic? Oh, very. Almost like learning a dead language.

What's that? Latin is dead? Oh, dear. Golly gee. Holy smokin' willikers. Must've missed that memo...

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