I have been having an extremely weird week. And I dont know how i feel about it.
But here is a really great poem we had to read for my american lit class.

SHE WALKETH veiled and sleeping,
For she knoweth not her power;
She obeyeth but the pleading
Of her heart, and the high leading
Of her soul, unto this hour.
Slow advancing, halting, creeping,
Comes the Woman to the hour!–
She walketh veiled and sleeping,
For she knoweth not her power.

I wish I had some kind of wonderful and thoughtful insight, but I dont. I dont hate the piano anymore.. Thats new. It's not that bad. ha.
I need to look for jobs in AZ this weekend, and write out my resume.. I gotta finish this assignment.
later kids.
ARI