O Captain! My Captain!

by Walt Whitman

I.

O captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the stead keel, the vessel grim and daring.

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

II.

O captain! my captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up! for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills:
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding:
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning.

O captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.

III.

My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will.
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done:
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!

Exult, O shores! and ring, O bells!
But I, with silent tread,
Walk the spot my captain lies
Fallen cold and dead.

last night at youth, we were sitting outside talking (me, kat, lucy and heather) and suddenly, kat says "ooh im a little bit scared" and we're like huh, and looking around and then we see this really dirty man walking towards us with a scary looking dog. we were in minto. and i was thinking... OMG we're all sitting down theres no way we can run away or anything cos he's too close. im like shit if he's going to hurt us... we cant stop it. but he just walked past us and we are all silent and staring at him mouths open. then hes like ... oh is there a priest here. and kats like... no we dont have a priest, this is a youth group. and then hes like... oh. and walkes off a bit then turns around and says well what do you have. and kats like... a pastor but hes not here. then hes like oh. and walkes away for good. and we're stunned just sitting there. 

it was great! then david came and sat with us for a bit and i told everyone how i hate the muslim groups at my uni cos they dance and sing and its really annoying. (i dont hate them.... i just hate what they do. its like the aboriginal thing)
and the whole night was basically very funny and we pissed ourselves laughing at everything. it was crazy. and fun. 

and thats about it. im working this after noon and i have more hours next week so i dont need to get another job, which i seriously dont think i could of handled. with uni, glorias, the gym and PUBLIC TRANSPORT! i have no spare time. but whatever. obviously all is fine.

Things have never been so swell i have never felt this well...

Things that i am going to do but probably shouldn't:

1. invest great hope in the sleepover
2. read killing aurora again
3. leave my assignment for a few more days
4. laugh when dean tells a joke
5. doodle the initials D.H. on my note pad, because its so strange that three boys i like have those initials.
6. remember every time is see this girl in class that i introduced myself to her twice and now she doesnt talk to me
7. care that this girl doesnt talk to me.

7 is such a moderated number.