Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it.
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there — that’s disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts;
It’s how did you fight and why?
And though you be done to death, what then?
If you battled the best you could;
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only, how did you die?
1) Banana nut bread extreme is awesome. I actually hate bananas, raw. No. I don’t hate them, but I don’t particularly like them either. Apples and all its grossness I loathe [except when it’s in pie form, I like everything in pie form]
2) I have this song stuck in my head. It’s called Starlight. And I won’t be chasing your starlight, because you, damnit, should be chasing mine.
3) I miss delicious coffee. And as soon as I jump off of the plane headed back to New York City, I’m going to Abraço, just like before. And then, I’m going to foursquare it. And then, I’m going to take back all my mayorship. Ha.
4) I won’t ever compromise. Not even a little bit. Not even a lot. I would like to think that the one I would fall in love with, would be the same. Because if you’re not, one I fell in love with, then I can’t fall in love with you, by default because, I don’t like compromising people.
5) I take sporadic breaks internetS, but you’ll be seeing me around. I assure you.
6) I’m a big girl. And big girls don’t cry. They pick themselves up, the dust themselves off, and they get out there and live.
That’s all.
Random. Whee.
[No more nyquil = 4am ramblings.]
