Sunday, September 25, 2011

Name this movie/play

"I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone. The whole theory of modern education is radically unsound. Fortunately in England, at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever. If it did, it would prove a serious danger to the upper classes, and probably lead to acts of violence in Grosvenor Square."


"To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune. To lose both looks like carelessness"


"Good heavens, I suppose a man may eat his own muffins in his own garden. "
"But you have just said it was perfectly heartless to eat muffins!"
"I said it was perfectly heartless of YOU under the circumstances. That is a very different thing."        "That may be, but the muffins are the same!"



"I'll bet you anything you like that half an hour after they have met, they will be calling each other sister." 
"Women only do that when they have called each other a lot of other things first."

Friday, September 2, 2011

"Your will be done"

Today my mom, my little brother, and I are going to go out to a movie. My brother hasn't desided what movie yet. It's between, Harry Potter, (which he hasn't seen yet =O) Pirates Of The Carabian, (which he also hasn't seen yet =O) Cowboys And Alians, (which none of us have seen yet) and Capt. Amarica. I am voting for one of the first three.

12:00am Phone rings. We are not going to a movie. Mom - as soon as she has dropped my older sister off at the bus station to go back to college - starts driving to Palo Alto. My grandmother's cousin (who we have always been pretty close to on acount of her having been an only child that never married) has had a stroke. We are all praying, but would apretiate you doing the same. Natallie is the same age as my grandmother who died last January, but I really, really don't want her to die. Please God let her not die. But then if she has had a stroke and lives she will probably never walk again, and possably be unable to function in some other equally important way, and I know that she would hate that, she might rather die. I don't know what to pray, and I don't know what to want. I'll just say "Your will be done Lord." 'cause God knows what is right and what is best. I can cast all my cares apon him and he will give me rest. I didn't mean for that to rhyme but I am not going to change it. I think I am going to go write a poem about it. (Or I would if I knew how to write poetry).