Remember that you are presenting next week. YOU NEED TO DO BETTER. Just a little reminder to myself.... Pssht, please. Art, dont lie to me...

Oh, here we go again. I am one to talk. True, there are so many stereotypes about Canadians, but I think we dont have all that much knowledge either. We believe that all americans are extremely rude, dont we? Or at least, some of us do. And sure, some people might not know we're in North America.... Americans cant really help it, they're not taught geography. It's not like we know every single detail about.... Cape Town. I think that makes us unfair....

Fuck, never procrastinate again. I am a lazy fucking ass. Je suis dans la petrin >_

Ode (O'Shaughnessy) by Arthur O'Shaughnessy This poem comes from the collection Music and Moonlight (1874). It is often quoted, but rarely provided in its entirety: often even where it is assumed to be complete, only the first three stanzas are actually given. We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams;— World-losers and world-forsakers, 5 On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world's great cities, 10 And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure 15 Can trample a kingdom down. We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself in our mirth; 20 And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth. A breath of our inspiration 25 Is the life of each generation; A wondrous thing of our dreaming Unearthly, impossible seeming— The soldier, the king, and the peasant Are working together in one, 30 Till our dream shall become their present, And their work in the world be done. They had no vision amazing Of the goodly house they are raising; They had no divine foreshowing 35 Of the land to which they are going: But on one man's soul it hath broken, A light that doth not depart; And his look, or a word he hath spoken, Wrought flame in another man's heart. 40 And therefore to-day is thrilling With a past day's late fulfilling; And the multitudes are enlisted In the faith that their fathers resisted, And, scorning the dream of to-morrow, 45 Are bringing to pass, as they may, In the world, for its joy or its sorrow, The dream that was scorned yesterday. But we, with our dreaming and singing, Ceaseless and sorrowless we! 50 The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see, Our souls with high music ringing: O men! it must ever be That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing, 55 A little apart from ye. For we are afar with the dawning And the suns that are not yet high, And out of the infinite morning Intrepid you hear us cry— 60 How, spite of your human scorning, Once more God's future draws nigh, And already goes forth the warning That ye of the past must die. Great hail! we cry to the comers 65 From the dazzling unknown shore; Bring us hither your sun and your summers; And renew our world as of yore; You shall teach us your song's new numbers, And things that we dreamed not before: 70 Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers, And a singer who sings no more. This work is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams." "Is it my soul that calls me by my name?" "Tell me where is fancy bred, or in the heart or in the head?" "All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by" "A thing of beauty is a joy forever" "Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!" "In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring." I had a crappy day today. :[