THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.



I only have to wait a few more days until the family drives to Canada. This is truly epic = finally crossing the border.

I'm thinking of...

-finally fixing my guitar

-redecorating my room (the walls are looking a tad bit bland. There's no way I'm moving my furniture again.)

-buying items from ebay for my little redecoration (hint = film reels)Ebay = awesome place to get random unique items other than flea markets.

-cleaning out my closet (I shudder at the idea, but I eventually have to do it.)

-emailing the Drum Reaper. (I need to get to that. Now to find his email address...)

-starting another charcoal drawing project (That's about 4-5 hours of straight drawing!)

-giving someone a haircut


This is some kind of to do list alright...
I might be putting some new photos up. I'm seeing Niagra Falls next week. ^_^