Well, I've not been keeping to my regular schedule cause my stupid mom decided that since my bro doesn't do shit all, she should take the computer away from him. BUT this also happened to have meant that I couldn't use it either. Oh wells. It's back now after some sweet-assed negotiating by yours truly. I really wanted to post on Sunday, because it was snowing, and as usual, I was walking around in the snow as it was falling. This is something I happen to love doing because it's so eerie, and serine at the same time. I find that I think differently when I'm just strolling around in the falling flakes. Since I've been reading a tonne of poetry as of late, such activities got me thinking about my favorite poet, Mr. Robert Frost. I'm going to post a few poems (what I wanted to do on Sunday night) for you all to enjoy.

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though:
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bell a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost

and here's another (it's one of my favorite Frost works)

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
- Robert Frost

Aaah... I love that one. Anyway, I didn't go to school on Monday cause I felt that staying home and shoveling the driveway was way more fun. It was. HA! Today was clean, did the usual class thing. Man, my english comp prof is the shit. We had a class on punctuation today, and somehow he managed to keep it interesting. (Notice the comma before my conjunction in the last sentence). After I got home, I played some xbox (another returned item) and read some chapters and shit for tomorrow's classes. Then I got the call from mike to head on down to Brewsters for another night of beer and pool. Good times were had by all, except I had to leave cause I need to sleep. HA. But Tony, you're just posting on your blog.... Pa... paaa... paaaaaaaa!
Well, if you didn't get that, you're not Mike, Dave, Chuck, Omar, or Chris. Oh well. Sucks to be you. I think I'm done. Woop. Woop. Banana.
GFY,
Tony I

Quote of the day : "Hey, I've got 13 tickets... is that enough???"
"Sorry Timmy, you need 15 tickets to live."
"AAAAAAH!" (Timmy drops into pit of death) - Family guy

Song of the day : "Cold Feet" - Gob (so what?)

Props for today : Dave (zippy), Brittany's water bottle (for taking all the abuse), Brennan (for the same reason as the water bottle)