First, I took the SAT today.  It was a big deal... I did well... I dunno if "well enough," but thanks everyone for your prayers.

Next, I think this will have to be my last xanga entry.  I don't spend too much time with it anymore and think its something i've traveled out of.  Still, it was a very good thing, and I'm glad it's something I was able to grow in. I'll keep checking everyone else's until the end of february.

Everyone take the following cheesy quiz:

What Color Is Your Heart? - Your Heart is Blue
http://weblogs.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%2520Color%2520is%2520Your%2520Heart%253F%2520/

Lastly, I'd like to post a song lyric.  This isn't just any old song entry; it's pretty important to me... still, don't take to too heavily.  It's from Peter Pan.

The second star to the right
Shines in the night for you
To tell you that the dreams you plan
Really can come true

and the sun rises in the east.....

Man... here's an awesome song... totally in French!

Dansons tu dis
Et moi, je suis
Mes pas sont gauches
Mes pieds tu fauches
Je crains les sots
Je cherche en vain les mots
Pour m'expliquer ta vie, alors
Tu mens, ma Soeur
Tu brises mon coeur
Je pense, tu sais
Erreurs, jamais
J'écoute, tu parles
Je ne comprends pas bien
La belle dame sans regrets

Je pleure, tu ris
Je chante, tu cries
Tu sèmes les graines
D'un mauvais chêne
Mon blé s'envole
Tu en a ras le bol
J'attends, toujours
Mes cris sont sourds
Tu mens, ma Soeur
Tu brises mon coeur
Je pense, tu sais
Erreurs, jamais
J'écoute, tu parles
Je ne comprends pas bien
La belle dame sans regrets

Currently Listening Hotel California By Eagles Wasted Time (reprise) see related

"She was beautiful in face and form and lovelier still in spirit.  As a flower grew and as a fair young flower she died.  Her life had always been in the sunshine.  There had never come to her a single great sorrow.  None ever knew her who did not love and revere her for her bright and sunny temper and her saintly unselfishness.  Fair, pure, and joyous as a maiden, loving, tender and happy as a young wife.  When she had just become a mother, when her life seemed to be just begun and when the years seemed so bright before her, then by a strange and terrible fate death came to her.  And when my heart's dearest died, the light went from my life forever."

                                                                      - Theodore Roosevelt

"That was T.R. in his twenties.  He thought the light had gone from his life forever-but he went on.  And he not only became president but, as an ex-president, he served his country, always in the arena, tempestuous, strong, sometimes wrong, sometimes right, but he was a man.

And as I leave, let me say, that is an example I think all of us should remember.  We think sometimes when things happen that don't go the right way; we think that when you don't pass the bar exam for the first time-I happened to, but I was just lucky; I mean, my writing was so poor the bar examiner said, 'We have just got to let the guy through.'  We think that when someone dear to use dies, we think that when we lose an election, we think that when we suffer a defeat that all is ended.  We think, as T.R. said, that the light had left his life forever.

Not true.  It is only a beginning, always.  The young must know it; the old must know it.  It must always sustain us, because the greatness comes not when things go always good for you, but the greatness comes and you are really tested, when you take some knocks, some disappointments, when sadness comes, because if only you have been in the deepest valley can you ever know how magnificent it is to be on the highest mountain."

                                                                        - Richard M. Nixon

The vacation was something, but i'm not feeling particularly deep right now...

Queen Lucy the Valiant...

King Edmund the Just (that's me...)

Queen Susan the Gentle (that's my wife...)

King Peter the Magnificent (arggh....)

This Lame Xanga Entry dedicated to Melissa, Natasha, and perfect Claudia.  Oh, and Anna.

I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas... or a Happy Channukah.  I'll enjoy myself, but I'll still be thinking of you all.  Thanks for making this past year such a splendid one.  Thanks also, sister, for introducing me to my favorite new song:

Alone with my thoughts this evening
I walked on the banks of Tyne
I wondered how I could win you
Or if I could make you mine
Or if I could make you mine

The wind it was so insistent
With tales of a stormy south
But when I spied two birds in a sycamore tree
There came a dryness in my mouth
Came a dryness in my mouth

For then without rhyme or reason
The two birds did rise up to fly
And where the two birds were flying
I swear I saw you and I
I swear I saw you and I

I walked out this morning
It was like a veil had been removed from before my eyes
For the first time I saw the work of heaven
In the line where the hills had been married to the sky
And all around me every blade of singing grass
Was calling out your name and that our love would always last
And inside every turning leaf
Is the pattern of an older tree
The shape of our future
The shape of all our history
And out of the confusion
Where the river meets the sea
Came things I'd never seen
Things I'd never seen

I was brought to my senses
I was blind but now that I can see
Every signpost in nature
Said you belong to me

I know it's true
It's written in a sky as blue
As blue as your eyes, as blue as your eyes
If nature's red in tooth and claw
Like winter's freeze and summer's thaw
The wounds she gave me
Were the wounds that would heal me
And we'd be like the moon and sun
And when our courtly dance had run
Its course across the sky
Then together we would lie
And out of the confusion
Where the river meets the sea
Something new would arrive
Something better would arrive

I was brought to my senses
I was blind but now that I can see
Every signpost in nature
Said you belong to me

"Goodnight, love."