Death Be not Proud!

Heh. I know, Haven't updated in a while. Just be grateful I'm doing it NOW, peepz! *growls* So, What can I say? I made it through the end of the quarter, though it was a struggle, and I honestly don't think I did that well...Phooey. Anywhoo, Am home now, NOT working for the evil empire (Disney) and loving life. I have all sorts of free time for tea drinking, cookie making, present wrapping...etc. Oh, and let's not forget knitting, reading, decorating the tree...blogging, writing letters to friends, filling out study abroad applications...

Already I've broken Mom's sugar pot from japan(and replaced it), finished my "space between stars" story...mostly, and am now blogging! So proud of myself. *buffs nails with chipped red nail polish on shirt* HA! Take THAT!

I read the booklet about Aunt Shirley's memorial service, and REALLY liked this poem:

Death Be Not Proud
Death be not proud, thou some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull,for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whome think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee;
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou'art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie,'or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then they stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.
~John Donne, 1633

And With that, I'm out! (MoM's gotta use the computer)