

Just some pics of me and my friends back when I went to MGCCC-JC in Gautier and then some of my old artwork. To see more, follow the link. Please ask before taking any images. Thank you.
http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a23/sonicsgirl/
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.-Vincent Van Gogh


| Let me not to the marriage of true minds | 
| Admit impediments. Love is not love | 
| Which alters when it alteration finds, | 
| Or bends with the remover to remove: | 
| O no! it is an ever-fixed mark | 
| That looks on tempests and is never shaken; | 
| It is the star to every wandering bark, | 
| Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. | 
| Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks | 
| Within his bending sickle's compass come: | 
| Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, | 
| But bears it out even to the edge of doom. | 
| If this be error and upon me proved, | 
| I never writ, nor no man ever loved. | 
| Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, | |
| And sorry I could not travel both | |
| And be one traveler, long I stood | |
| And looked down one as far as I could | |
| To where it bent in the undergrowth; | 5 | 
| Then took the other, as just as fair, | |
| And having perhaps the better claim, | |
| Because it was grassy and wanted wear; | |
| Though as for that the passing there | |
| Had worn them really about the same, | 10 | 
| And both that morning equally lay | |
| In leaves no step had trodden black. | |
| Oh, I kept the first for another day! | |
| Yet knowing how way leads on to way, | |
| I doubted if I should ever come back. | 15 | 
| I shall be telling this with a sigh | |
| Somewhere ages and ages hence: | |
| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | |
| I took the one less traveled by, | |
| And that has made all the difference. |         20 |