And a Grey Dawn Breaking

Bloggy, it's Saturday! Since Wednesday things have been looking up. My mommy told me that one really horrible test is not an indicator of my performance. And then she said "You just have to get through this and you will never have to take calculus again" and I was like..yeah unless I fail, and then I will have to take it again lol. Oh well though I'm not going to dwell too much on it. On Thursday I got to see baby ducks! Katie, Troy's cousin, got them for easter and they were soooo cute. We played with them and caught them worms and they fell asleep and quacked at us. Then on Friday was the SRD semi-formal! It was casino night and we also had masks. I'm really upset that I lost my battery charger for my little camera..so I don't really have any pictures but it was really fun. Me Troy and Anna played blackjack and roulette which were both really fun. I was winning really big for a while at roulette but then of course I kept playing and lost most of it. At the end I won an SRD t-shirt though! Anna did really well and she won a Tylers gift card. It was really fun to gamble with fake money. It would not have been so fun with real money we decided. Troy actually bet the bigger chips, and he ended up doing pretty good too. Anyway this morning so far I haven't really done much but I'm about to go get my schoolwork done so I can do something fun tonight. So I just thought I'd give you a little update (even if it's a little boring)!
<3 Kelly


I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.




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