Sunday, April 26, 2009

My Return Has Finally Arrived

Truthfully, my computer was fixed a while ago. I was just so used to not blogging that I couldn't get back into the habit of it! I will try to force myself to post something at least every other day, if not every day from no on though don't you little bloggers fret! I wouldn't be surprised if the few people who did read my blog have decided to never look at my page again!
During my vacation from blogging I had an interview for a design internship in NYC with a certain company which shall remain nameless. When I got there I immediately felt like I didn't belong there. I thought, "Wow....this is really what I want to do with the rest of my life?" I had been thinking of switching my major for a while now because while fashion and can be an interesting topic to read about or discuss it really isn't what I want my life dedicated to. I entire life dedicated to clothing? Seriously? I can do so much more with my life! Needless to say, I'm not going to be doing that internship.
Recently I've been thinking about changing my major to creative writing...possibly. I assure you my writing is a lot better than it is on this crappy little website because I just type out sentences really fast without thinking about what I'm writing...who am I kidding I'm crap! LOL! I hope not...


Today I came across this poem by T.S. Eliot which reminded me of my dogs (even though it's about a cat :/) which I just HAD to share with all of you!

"Macavity: The Mystery Cat"
by: T.S. Eliot

Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime- Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime- Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air-
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thing;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a friend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square-
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawing by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair-
But it's useless to investigate- Macavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
"It must have been Macavity!"- but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suanity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to square:
At whatever time the deed took place- MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

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