I Wrote A Narrative Double Sonnet

I was assigned in my poetry class to write a narrative double sonnet that's a retelling of a famous myth or legend. I chose the myth of Icarus. I followed the Shakespearean rules for sonnets - 28 lines, a-b-a-b-c-d-c-d-e-f-e-f-g-g rhyming, in iambic pentameter. Tell me what you think.

A sparkling wave broke forth across the sea
Lashing and foaming, pounding far below
As Icarus stood, small heart filled with glee,
At all the great lengths Daedalus might go
To gain their freedom. Great wings, wide and proud,
All flighted with the feathers of those birds
(Except, i’faith, he should have wove a shroud,)
Whose clarion calls could every day be heard
Across the island. Daedalus called heed
To his young sun, snapped his fingers fast,
He bade him listen to his words of need,
“Flap not too high, lest that flap be your last.”
Fixed Icarus with flutt’ring wings, quite light,
Kissed him once more, then both of them took flight.

The sun upon their faces warmed their heart
More than their bodies. The cold ocean spray
Would often foam up, forcing them apart
With bitter, icy fingers. The boy’s play
Took them into a squawking flock of gulls
Enraged at this invasion of their space,
They drove old Daedalus down near ships’ hulls
While Icarus soared up to the sun’s face,
But then, the sun, cruel master that it is,
Shined down its burning rays with terrible strength,
Melting the wings of poor young Icarus
Robbing his flight of its remaining length.
He plunged into the unforgiving sea,
The birds, still heedless, flapped away, still free.

My Web Site Is Actually Online Now

Originally this post was called something like "So My Web Site Will Be Online Very Soon," but then I checked my email and my instructor had put it online already. So here it is:

http://iml.jou.ufl.edu/homepages/s09/moreau%5Fl/

For best results, view in Firefox, it loses some of its luster when it goes to Internet Explorer. It's very basic, but I built it myself and it is mine. And it's not that bad.

I remember being terrified when I finally finished it then ran it through an XHTML validator, and got back like 25 errors per page. Fortunately, most of them were just that I forgot to close one tag and then it just caused errors to cascade. I had to make a total of like five fixes to solve 100+ errors.

And I think I'll get a decent grade on it, so I'm in a good mood. And Megacon is next weekend, so I'm in a better mood. And a friend of mine just got something she's wanted for a very long time, so I'm in a great mood.

I Built A Web Site

Tremble with fear, brief mortals, for now I have a basic competency with XHTML and CSS. I used it to build a Web site for class, which I'm handing in in, oh...an hour and a half.

It has pictures, and borders (I do so love the border declaration), and humorous title tags on each and every picture. And a background made of bubbles. Since I have absolutely no way to host it, though, I can't show it to you, at least until I get back home or go to Megacon or something.

Rest assured, it's decent-looking. I'm actually kind of proud of it.

Between Classes

I was looking at the tuition for UF's law school. $10,800 a year for residents. Blech. And here I was hoping I could get out of college without owing tens of thousands of dollars in student loans.

But the average salary for UF law school graduates in their first year was $72,000, so that makes me feel a little better. Those loans'll go away in no time.

My stomach is feeling fine. I have class in a few minutes. I can't wait for Megacon, I already ordered the trench coat and am going to the mall this afternoon for the hat, scarf, and gloves. May have to order the gloves online...I hope not.

Oh Really?

Just because I go a little while - a little while packed with drama and intrigue and crap, mind - without responding doesn't mean I'm gone.

I'm still here.

In fact I was in town this weekend. I can only assume that the last person to comment was someone who knows me from home. Well, I was there.

But, uh, yeah. Last few days have been pretty crazy - I couldn't think of anything but what was happening. Lots of drama.

Right. Stomach hurts. Gotta take a shower. Gotta write this stupid proposal.

Microposting - The Method of the Future

Microposts. Small posts that describe how I'm feeling at any given moment as opposed to big huge updates. Hopefully more frequent. Sentence fragments abound.

In class right now. Should be paying attention. Stomach hurts. Has been doing so last few days. What's with that?

Assignment due at 4:00 today. Damn everything. I need to do these things sooner.