What if teardrops really left stains-
What a poet pain would be,
Leaving lines on every pillow,
Signing epitets from eyes
"As I went to my favorite website ever (dictionary.com) I was interested by this. They gave us this sweet little nugget of wisdom on our reaping day. :)"
related to the Latin word sagittate, meaning shaped like an arrowhead.
a type of flower named after the Latin number one.
a very strong wind.
a female given name, from a Greek word meaning pearl.
an advisor to Caesar who conspired to kill him in Shakespeare's play, Julius Caesar.
Roman philosopher and writer of tragedies who advised Emperor Nero and was forced to commit suicide.
Greek biographer, who valued morality and character in leaders.
a Roman male name, probably originally meaning "yellow-haired."
legendary Roman military hero and tragic Shakespearean general who defected from the army.
former Roman emperor; also Hamlet's deceitful uncle.
a strong-scented perennial herb with grey-green bitter-tasting leaves; an irritant similar to poison ivy.
You know it's bad when as you close your eyes, you tell yourself:
"Just think of it as an extra long nap."
It didn't work. I still feel very tired this morning. But far too giddy to really care.
This girl is NERDING OUT. Why not?! It's really quite fun. And the only people who catch that you're doing it, are the ones who want to themselves too, but are trying to play it cool. (or aren't.) So yes, under my button up is my amazing bow & arrow T from Kimberlee... my hair is in a long Katniss-inspired braid. And in my head, I just keep hearing Effie say,
"It's going to be a big, big, BIG day!"
As I packed for my long next couple days this morning, it was twinged with some sadness: my HG inspired jewelry that I ordered on Etsy, still hasn't arrived. :( Yes - I did. It's awesome.
Last night was our first Blueberries game. We lost. We've got a few glitches to work out. But, then we went to some random tiny little bar, that I wouldn't quite call a "dive bar" because it's actually incredibly cute inside, and they don't serve hard alcohol. Our waitress should have been called "Sal" and I'm pretty sure she was disappearing to take smoke breaks every few minutes - but she was AMAZING. Besides one other guy in there, we were her crew, and she made the best of it - and us of her. Such a fun time - it always is with these people though, I tell ya. Who knew I'd love those berries so much.
Well, this is going to be a long day (and a long tomorrow) and both should be AMAZING. I hope you all have a lovely Thursday, and...
May the odds be ever in your favor.
A few photos from last Friday: One of my favorite days of work to date.
Touring a local historic steamplant.
Had you seen it from the outside, like me, you would not have expected to find such spectacular views and oddities inside. We rounded a corner and began descending these stairs, suddenly overwhelmed by the 4 story atrium of windows and light-washed room. Old machinery grows out of the floors. And an old piano keeps them company. How it came to be there, who knows? But I'd have paid my monthly allowance to the musician who sat down to play it in that mechanic cathedral. The clerestory of windows along the top reminded me of no less as we climbed stairway after stairway after glorified ladder. When we returned from the roof and travelled to the far end we were led through a long dark room - architects being hurried along - I stopped for a second and quickly lost my place, and didn't mind. There were boxes everywhere of old gas lamps, wire electrical inventions and wonders. Things you'd search and search for in antique stores. I turned to my left and there was an old steam engine... on tracks. It had been stored away here, velvet cushions on the seats still. I realized I better get back to the group, pull out my pen and catch up on the notes. This week I'm working away on our proposal, and saying more than a prayer that we win the bid, and I have a few more opportunities to wander this mechanical cathedral of wonders.