CJ (campciabatta) wrote,

[Lunar] ##Adrienne##

Min lilla kusin sa till mig i början av sommarlovet något som gjorde mig både förvånad och förvirrad.

Hon sa till mig: Du är mycket vackrare än vad jag är.

Jag? Jag?!

Hon är en söt liten tjej, blont hår, blåa ögon, inte överviktig, underbart leende och en massa annat bra också.

Hon tycker att jag, som knappast stämmer in på något av de övre beskrivningarna alls, förutom kanske överviktig, hon tycker att jag är sötare än vad hon är.

Det är hemskt när små tjejer som hon helt saknar självförtroende.
Det är bara för sorgligt...

- ”What would you say if I went around singing mean songs about you in public?”
”I think it would be worse for the public, you have a horrible singing voice.” -
Idag blir det ingen kommentar, p.g.a. överarbetad hjärna.


”After careful consideration, I’ve decided to include this following text to my diary. Reason: ’cause I really don’t have any other place to put it.”

Oh, say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream:
’Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wiped out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: ”In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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