Hello, Blogworld

I want to develop a blogging habit.
Apparently, that will take two weeks.

Two weeks of uploading pictures, and typing little stories into them internets.

I look forward to this habit of mine taking shape. I just need to resist the urge to over-HTML this baby. KISS. 

This summer, when I am wherever I am, I will have a good foundation of blogging to support myself. And my father won't be so worried.

This post is beginning to look like a poem. Speaking of poems, there's a lovely poem by ee cummings that I have grown to love. I couldn't help loving it because my roommate wrote some chords to go along with it, and they are now stuck in my head.

you shall above all things be glad and young


you shall above all things be glad and young.
For if you’re young, whatever life you wear


it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever’s living will yourself become
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:

i can entirely her only love


whose any mystery makes every man’s
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time


that you should ever think,may god forbid
and(in his mercy)your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies, the foetal grave
called progress,and negation’s dead undoom.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing

than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.