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aka AJ is a 27.87 year old girl and has been a part of the Threadless community for 7 years, 4 months! she has scored 16664 submissions, giving an average score of 2.10, helping 372 designs get printed.

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  • Jen is almost exactly my age, and I like myself a lot, so I'm going to go with her!

    posted 1 year, 2 months ago in We Heart Fat Presidents! Celebrate 3 holidays in one! / ROUND 3 winner announced!

  • Aaaaand, since no one else has replied, here's another poem, also by Robert Frost:


    Acquainted with the Night

    I have been one acquainted with the night.
    I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
    I have outwalked the furthest city light.

    I have looked down the saddest city lane.
    I have passed by the watchman on his beat
    And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

    I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
    When far away an interrupted cry
    Came over houses from another street,

    But not to call me back or say good-bye;
    And further still at an unearthly height,
    A luminary clock against the sky

    Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
    I have been one acquainted with the night.

    posted 5 years ago in Poetry

  • Yep, Gail Carson Levine wrote it, too. It doesn't even compare to Ella Enchanted.

    But here it is anyway.

    posted 5 years ago in Reading aloud

  • I'm so glad I never watched the whole thing. I would be foaming at the mouth the whole time.

    Have you read the other books taking place in this universe? I read Fairest, which is a take on Snow White, but I didn't like it all that much compared to Ella Enchanted.

    posted 5 years ago in Reading aloud

  • I first read this in a high school English class and had no idea what it meant, but now I love it.

    Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock

    The houses are haunted
    By white night-gowns.
    None are green,
    Or purple with green rings,
    Or green with yellow rings,
    Or yellow with blue rings.
    None of them are strange,
    With socks of lace
    And beaded ceintures.
    People are not going
    To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
    Only, here and there, an old sailor,
    Drunk and asleep in his boots,
    Catches tigers
    In red weather.

    -Wallace Stevens

    posted 5 years ago in Poetry